Natasha Romanoff Oneshots

"Are You Okay?"

Description: When Steve, Tony, Clint, and Natasha are forced to stay in a safe house in Austria for a week, they expect chaos. But no one could have guessed what Tony would discover one night when he accidentally wakes Natasha—handcuffs, trapping her to the bed frame and a scar on her wrist that proves she has done it before. Now, it's up to Tony to figure out how to balance care and safety for his teammate, as well as to learn the full truth about the handcuffs.

Ships: Platonic IronWidow

Major Characters: Tony, Natasha

Minor Characters: Steve, Clint

This chapter was per the request of Lucyx99 and emma_romanoff. Thank you for the request!

Next, I'll be writing a chapter about Natasha's first Christmas in America with the Bartons, then an "Agent Romanoff, Mission Report," Part 2. Both are suggestions—thank you for those, too, because I was completely out of ideas.

This chapter is bit shorter than my past couple, by the way.

I really appreciate everyone who is reading, voting, and/or commenting on this story. Enjoy!

:)

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All sanity was lost the night following their arrival to the safe house.

It all started when Steve awoke from his sleep to a loud hissing noise, followed not a moment later by a yelp and "BARTON!" screamed at full volume in what was clearly Natasha's voice, and only got worse from there.

Being woken up like this was unusual in no way whatsoever to Steve—to any of them, actually. In fact, Steve probably awoke to yelling and/or fighting between his teammates at least every three days. Most time, his night-owl fellow Avengers made their scenes late at night when he was trying to sleep, just like tonight, and other times they were right before he woke up, them having stayed awake the whole night.

Steve groaned loudly and brought his hands up to rub his eyes, trying to get any remaining drowsiness out of them; he had learned pretty much as soon as they'd all moved into the tower (and, later, the compound) together that the only way to get the others to stop fighting was to be very commanding. He guessed than might be because Thor, Tony, Bruce, Thor, and Natasha all had father-figure issues.

The blonde super-soldier desperately missed his bed back at the compound, and he certainly missed his thick walls (not thick enough to take the blunt of all the yelling, as he'd learned from experience, but thick enough that they would hide the majority of it so he could just roll over and try to go back to sleep.

"EWW!" a voice that sounded distinctly like Tony's moaned.

"Well, you do it then!" That was Clint, sounding very annoyed at the billionaire.

Steve sat up as slowly as he could, blinking hard. He didn't have to look at the clock beside his bed to know that it couldn't be later than 1:00 in the morning.

He peeled his blankets off of his legs and swung the lower half of his body off the bed so he was only leaning on the far-too-thick mattress with, his bare feet on the dirty hardwood floor. Steve wondered when the last time it had been swept was, then decided that it probably never had; SHIELD safe houses never were.

"Shit, Steve's gonna be really pissed," said Natasha in the other room.

That was all Steve needed to stop pondering the cleanliness of the safe house, and race out of his cramped room (probably the size of Tony's closet back at the compound), and out into the kitchen where he had heard his teammates' voices coming from.