WIDOWS ANGEL|| NATASHA X YN

chapter 6- sick?

As the days passed at the Avengers compound, a shadow fell over Y/N—a shadow they couldn't shake. At first, it was just a lingering fatigue, a subtle ache in their bones. But as time went on, the symptoms grew more pronounced, more alarming.

Y/N tried to ignore it, to push through the discomfort and carry on as if nothing were wrong. They didn't want to worry anyone, didn't want to be a burden. But as their condition worsened, it became harder and harder to hide.

One morning, as they woke from a fitful sleep, Y/N felt a sharp pain in their chest, accompanied by a hacking cough that wracked their body. They stumbled out of bed, gasping for breath, their vision swimming with spots.

They tried to steady themselves, to calm the panic rising in their chest, but the coughing only grew worse, more violent. And then, as they doubled over in pain, they felt something warm and wet rise in their throat—a metallic taste filling their mouth.

With a sinking feeling, Y/N realized what was happening. They spat into the sink, their heart pounding in their chest as they saw streaks of blood mingling with the saliva. Panic surged through them, a primal fear clawing at their insides.

But even as they struggled to catch their breath, a part of them resisted the urge to call out for help. They didn't want to worry anyone, didn't want to burden their teammates with their own struggles.

But as they leaned against the sink, their body trembling with exhaustion and fear, they heard a soft knock on the door. Y/N froze, their heart skipping a beat as they realized they weren't alone.

"Y/N? Are you in there?"

It was Yelena's voice, filled with concern and curiosity. Y/N's first instinct was to brush her off, to assure her that everything was fine. But as another wave of pain washed over them, they knew they couldn't keep up the facade any longer.

With a heavy heart, Y/N opened the door, their eyes downcast as they tried to hide the fear and pain swirling within them. But Yelena's sharp eyes missed nothing, and as she took in Y/N's pale complexion and labored breathing, her expression softened with concern.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Yelena asked, her voice gentle but insistent. "You look terrible."

Y/N tried to muster a smile, to brush off her concerns, but the effort was futile. The truth was written plainly on their face, in the way they clutched at their chest, in the way they struggled to speak.

Yelena's eyes widened in alarm as she took in the sight before her. "Y/N, you're coughing up blood. We need to get you to the Medbay, now."

But Y/N shook their head, their voice barely a whisper. "No, Yelena. I don't want to worry anyone. I'll be fine."

Yelena's gaze hardened, her jaw set with determination. "This isn't something you can handle on your own, Y/N. You need help, and you need it now."

Before Y/N could protest, Yelena took charge, guiding them gently to the Medbay and calling for the others to join them. The team gathered around Y/N, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion as they took in the scene before them.

"What's going on?" Natasha asked, her voice sharp with worry.

Yelena hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering to Y/N before she spoke. "Y/N is sick. Really sick. They've been hiding it from us, but they can't hide it any longer."

--time skip--

Y/N lay on the cold examination table in the Medbay, their heart pounding in their chest as they awaited the results of the tests. The room felt suffocatingly quiet, the air thick with tension and uncertainty.

The doctors exchanged worried glances as they studied the results, their expressions grim. Y/N's stomach churned with dread, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of their stomach.

Finally, one of the doctors cleared their throat, their voice heavy with concern. "Y/N, I'm afraid the results are not what we hoped for. It appears that you have cancer."

The words hung in the air, a heavy silence descending over the room. Y/N felt as if the ground had been ripped out from beneath them, their world collapsing in on itself.

Cancer. The word echoed in their mind, a relentless drumbeat of fear and despair. They tried to process the news, to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions crashing over them, but it felt like drowning in a sea of uncertainty.

"No," Y/N whispered, their voice barely audible above the hum of the medical equipment. "It can't be."

But the doctors' expressions left no room for doubt. The diagnosis was clear, the reality stark and unforgiving.

Y/N felt a surge of panic rising within them, a primal instinct to fight, to push back against the darkness threatening to consume them. But as they looked around the room, at the faces of their teammates gathered around them, they knew they couldn't face this battle alone.

With a trembling voice, Y/N turned to the doctors, their gaze pleading. "Please... Don't tell anyone. Not yet. I need some time to process this, to figure out how to tell the others."

The doctors exchanged uncertain glances, torn between their duty to their patient and their concern for their well-being. But after a moment, they nodded in agreement, their expressions filled with sympathy.

"Of course, Y/N," one of the doctors said softly. "We'll respect your wishes. But please remember, we're here to help you. You don't have to face this alone."

Y/N nodded, their throat tight with emotion. "Thank you."

As the doctors left the room, Y/N closed their eyes, the weight of the diagnosis settling heavily on their shoulders. They knew they couldn't keep the truth hidden forever, but for now, they needed time to come to terms with their new reality.

But even as they tried to push the fear and uncertainty to the back of their mind, a nagging doubt lingered—the fear of how their teammates would react, of how their lives would be forever changed by this devastating news.

Hours passed in a blur of numbness and disbelief, each moment stretching on endlessly as Y/N grappled with the enormity of their diagnosis. But eventually, the quiet of the Medbay was shattered by the sound of footsteps approaching.

Y/N opened their eyes to see Natasha standing in the doorway, her expression a mix of concern and confusion. "Y/N, what's going on? Why are you here?"

Y/N's heart clenched at the sight of Natasha's worried face, their resolve crumbling in the face of her unwavering support. But before they could respond, Natasha's gaze fell on the medical equipment surrounding them, her eyes widening with realization.

"Oh god," Natasha whispered, her voice barely a breath. "Y/N, what's wrong? What did the doctors say?"

Y/N hesitated, their throat tight with emotion. They knew they couldn't keep the truth hidden any longer, not from Natasha—not from anyone.

"I have cancer, Natasha," Y/N said softly, their voice trembling with emotion. "I just found out today."

Natasha's eyes filled with tears as she rushed to Y/N's side, her hands trembling as she reached out to grasp theirs. "Oh, Y/N. I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

Y/N squeezed Natasha's hand tightly, drawing strength from her presence. "I didn't want to worry anyone. I thought I could handle it on my own."

Natasha shook her head, her eyes shimmering with tears. "You don't have to handle this alone, Y/N. We're a team, remember? We'll face this together, every step of the way."

A/N:

I'm sorry hahahah