𝙈𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 | 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 • 𝙉.𝙍

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Warnings: PTSD, guns, mentions of blood, death, crying, nightmares, panic attack, fluff, comfort, reassurance, hints towards depression and anxiety.

WC: 1.1k
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Natasha is in the training room, focusing solely on a punching bag and not paying attention to her surroundings. Her hands don't have any wraps, beating the object with her bare fists.

She notices blood shining from her knuckles but doesn't bare it to mind, repeatedly throwing jabs at the leather material.

Suddenly, she hears someone clear their throat from behind her, making her turn around to see who it could be. She's finds herself face to face with Dreykov, a smug expression on his lips. Her eyes widened.

How was this possible? She'd killed him years ago.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She seethes, making a running attempt to attack the man, but the moment she makes contact with him, he's gone.

As if he'd vanished into thin air.

Natasha looks around frantically, trying to understand what was happening. "What the fuck." She mumbles to herself. In the corner of her eye, she notices a flicker. She looks towards it and sees a small white light flashing in the small window of a door.

She runs up to it, opening it quickly. The moment she walks through it, she's greeted with a sense of uneasiness. She's no longer in the compound; inspecting the room, her eyebrows shoot up at the familiarity of the area.

She's back in the red room.

"No," She whispers out loud. "It can't be, that's impossible." She shakes her head and buries her face into her hands.

"Pathetic" She hears Dreykov grunt in dissatisfaction. "You've become weak Natalia" he says and she drops her hands to look at him, shock and confusion written on her features.

Dreykov starts to walk up to her, circling around her and eyeing her with disgust.

"Is it the girl that's done this to you? Made you all soft and feeble."

"What?"

"I'm talking about your 'partner'. Ms. Y/l/n isn't it? Beautiful woman by the way." He chuckles evilly, and Natasha knuckles start to sting, making her hiss.

"How do you know about Y/n?"

Her question is answered when two women walk in, dragging you out in front of her. You're covered in dark bruises and your own blood, the tears in your eyes making her heart clench.

"We have our ways, you're well aware of this." He smirks and Natasha feels tears start to prick in her eyes, her throat tightening at the sight of you. "Don't you fucking dare." She says, but her voice comes out barely a whisper. She gets closer to you, but is stopped when she sees Dreykov pull out a gun.

"No!" She yells.

"Take one more step and this distraction will die." He threatens and Nat hears you let out a small whimper. "N- Nat- it's ok" You tell her, trying to ignore the severity of the moment, and she shakes her head.

"Look how sweet," he taunts you "Trying so hard to act big and strong, we both know you're trembling in fear." Nat looks back at you as her tears fall from her face without her control.

"Don't hurt her!" She yells and he moves the gun to your temple making her pled. "Please!"

"Natasha" She looks into your eyes, noticing the glint of sadness in them. "I- I love you"

That's the last thing you say to her before the trigger is pulled, blood splattering onto Natasha's face as you fall to the ground.

"NO!" She screams at the top of her lungs, running to pull your lifeless body into her arms.

"Y-Y/n? Baby- baby please" She grabs your hand and moves it to cup her face, leaning into your touch, her eyes shut as she feels the warmth drain from you.

"No, no, no, this can't be happening, I need you to be alive ok? Please..." She cries in denial as she pulls you into her chest, sobbing as she places her head on-top of yours, rocking slowly back and forth.

"Like I said... pathetic." Drekov spits before throwing the gun into the floor and walking away. The two women following behind him, leaving Natasha with your limp body in her arms.

You're awoken when you feel her squirm and shake in your shared bed. Her voice distraught as she mumbled in her sleep.

"It's all my fault."

You notice her erratic breathing and sweaty body, her bare skin shining at the moisture.

She's having a nightmare.

"Natty?" You call but she doesn't hear you, tears forming in her closed eyes as she tosses and turns..

"Nat." You try again, sitting up, concern drawing onto your features as you tap her shoulder.

"Natasha!" Her eyes widen as she jolts awake, looking around with like a frightened animal before making eye contact with you.

The moment she sees you, she practically jumps into your arms. "You're- you're ok.." She cries into your chest.

"I am, I'm alright." You confirm as you rub her exposed back while she lets out heartbreaking sobs. "Shhh, I'm right here." You whisper, gliding your fingers into her dark red locks.

"I- I'm so sorry" She sniffles, pulling back, wiping the tears on her face with the back of her hand, and you look down at her confused.

"For what? You did nothing wrong."

"I woke you up over a stupid dream." she shrinks.

"Hey, don't say that. I'm glad you did." You tuck a bit of her hair behind her ear. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

She pauses for a moment, debating whether she should, but a sigh leaves her lips as she shakes her head. "It's just.. something bad happened to you and I.." her voice drifts as she feels the tears return, making you cup her face and stroke her cheeks with your thumb.

"I couldn't save you."

"You already have, baby" You tell her. "You've saved me more times than I can count."

"How?" She sounds so small, your own tears forming at the thought of her feeling so helpless.

"Everytime you kiss me and remind me of your love for me. Everytime you call me 'moya lyubov' or 'dorogoya'. Everytime I wake up next to your beautiful face." You grab her hand and intertwining your fingers together you continue.

"You're the reason I'm alive today." You admit, pecking her lips.

"Thank you for saving me" You place a long kiss on her forehead as you pull her to lay back down with you.

Natasha cuddles into you, feeling content and safe in your embrace. She presses a kiss at the column of your neck before you both drift back to sleep.