It's You (Natasha Romanoff x Y/n)

Fix You Up

Natasha took you by your uninjured hand and led you through the crowd of dancing teenagers, making sure she had her hand on your lower back as well.
Next thing you know you were upstairs in her bedroom, sitting on her bed waiting for her to come back with something.

Looking around the room, it looks neat, black walls with black sheets to match it, her bed is comfortable and she has a TV in her room too.
You saw her one cupboard and a set of picture frames on it.
You wanted to get up to check it but before you could make the move your thoughts were interrupted by an opening door.

"I got an ice pack," she said as she closed the door, "and I've got some food 'n stuff, in case you're hungry." She took a glance at you to find you staring at her.
She clears her throat and made her way over to where you were sitting.
She sat next to you know the bed, "Give me your hand." "You don't have to do it, I can do it myself..it's fine." You tried to tell her but you were only given a look in return.

You gave your hand to her.
Natasha delicately held your hand making sure not hurt it further. She examined your wrist, noticing the bluish purplish colour starting to appear along with some swelling.
"Good news. It's not broken. Although you're gonna have to use an ice pack," she grabbed the ice pack and gently placed it on your wrist, "this will help with the swelling, hopefully the bruising too."

You looked at her, wondering why she's helping you. You scanned her face, looking at her beautiful futures and the green eyes that you like (love) the most about her.

Natasha felt you staring at her.
So she turned to look at you back.
Making eye contact with each other and the tension was there.
Growing thicker every second.

"What? Something on my face." She asked.
You shook your head and looked down.
She gently took your chin between her thumb and under finger, "I didn't say you should stop looking."
"Your ego's too big."

You both shared a moment of laughter.
"Thank you." You suddenly said.
"For what?" "Taking care of me," you bit your lip anxiously, "and for getting rid of that guy earlier."
"You don't have to thank me," she tucked a piece of hair behind your ears and gazed intiyourveyes, "I'd do it again if I have to. I'll protect you." She said the last part in a whisper like way, but you could still make out what she was saying.

Gazing into each others eyes without saying a word and yet you both knew what you wanted.
She leaned towards you, your lips barely grazing each others.
Making sure you're not pulling away.
She kissed your lips. And you kissed her back.
The kiss wasn't rushed rather slow and sensual.

"Hey guys- oh," Yelena burst through the door without knocking, "sorry- Did we interrupt something?" That's when you noticed Kate leaning against the door, her arms were crossed with a little smirk on her face.
"No, no you're all good." Natasha pulled further away from you.

She stood up from the bed creating space between you two.
"Really 'cause..we can leave." Yelena teased.
"Yelena," Natasha warned her sister, "what'd you want?" "We were wondering if you two were okay. You've been gone from the party for like an hour."
"Yeah. We're good..we were actually just coming down stairs." You answered this time.
"How's your wrist, Y/n/n?" Kate asked.
"It's better now after Natasha's help."
"I feel like we should leave my room and rather go to the party downstairs." Natasha chimed in, she gave her sister a sign to leave so she could get a moment to talk with you.

Once those two left Natasha closed her bedroom door.
"I thought we were going downstairs?"
"We are," she walked over towards you until she was standing over you, "I just wanted to keep you to myself just a little longer."
She leaned down to kiss you again picking up from where you two left off.