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natasha - flirt

As soon as the words left Steve's lips, you were ripping through the Avenger's Headquarters, I'm so sorry, Y/N echoing with each desperate beat of your heart.

You had known that this particular mission was dangerous. But, hell, they always were. And Natasha... Well, she was Natasha. Every attempt at telling her to be careful or stay safe or don't you dare die on me you ass was met with a sensual smile. Or a snarl. Or both, depending on the mood she was in. So, you hadn't said goodbye when she left early this morning to extract someone undoubtedly important from a HYDRA facility. And now she was hurt. Or worse...

"Y/N," you heard, distantly, someone saying your name, but you could barely hear anything other than your furiously pounding heart. She was hurt. And you hadn't said goodbye. You hadn't even told her how you felt about her, and now she would never know-

"Y/N." Gentle hands grasped your shoulders, holding you in place. You tried to breathe, tried to calm the fear raging through your veins and freezing your bones. They said your name again, and this time you recognized the voice.

"Clint," you rasped brokenly. He looked terrible. Blood stained the front of his shirt, and a pang went through you when you realized it wasn't his. "Just tell me."

If the woman you loved was truly dead...

"She got shot, but the doctors said she'll pull through." Clint took a deep breath, running his hands through his already tousled hair. "She's going to be okay."

The words hadn't fully sunk in. "What?" You heard yourself ask.

"She's fine, Y/N. They have her in surgery right now, but she'll be out in a few hours."

You had never felt so relieved in all your life. If you had lost her... You suspected you would have lost yourself, in a way. Nat had become such a vital part of your life. You needed her.

You just hoped she needed you in the same way. And as soon as she was awake, you were finally going to tell her how you felt.

. . .

You didn't recall falling asleep, or even resting your head on the bed beside Nat, for that matter. As soon as she had gotten out of surgery, you hadn't left her side (even though the doctors shot you nasty looks for being there, they could all go to hell for all you cared). You would never leave her side again.

"Y/N..." You heard a voice, her voice, and your head snapped up so fast you felt the muscles in your neck twinge.

"Nat," you said softly, attempting to stifle the urge to touch her. You weren't even sure if you wanted to hold her, or punch her. "How are you feeling?"

Natasha's lips pulled up in an almost smile (of course they did, the wench). "I'm on extensive amounts of morphine. I've never been better."

You snorted, damning everything to hell as you grasped her hand, running your thumb along the space between her thumb and forefinger. You couldn't stop thinking about how frightened you were when you thought you had lost her, how the floor had dropping beneath your feet.

"You know, you're unfairly attractive when you're brooding."

"I'm not brooding."

"Hey, I'm not complaining. Like I said, it's sexy."

You felt butterflies awaken in your stomach, and your lips spread in a relieved smile. "Are you flirting with me?"

"There's no better time than the present."

"You almost died."

"And?"

You breathed a sigh of both relief and annoyance. On one hand, it was a blessing that Nat was even conscious enough to be flirting, but on the other... Well, you couldn't exactly show her how you felt when she could hardly move. That would involve a lot of movement.

"When you get better," you said, reaching up to run your hand along Nat's pale cheek. "I'm taking you out on a proper date."

Nat's eyes, even in their heavily sedated state, still shone with mischief as you quickly pressed your lips to hers. It was fleeting, over too fast for your own liking (and Nat's, judging from the whine she made when you pulled away).

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to do that," Nat breathed, eyes closing.

"Me too," you said, carefully leaning back in your chair, crossing your legs. Maybe you had spent too long worrying over the effects your relationship would have on the team, worrying about how your happiness would consequence the lives of others...

But now you had time.

And you sure as hell weren't going to waste any more of it.

A/N
This is my tenth chapter! And look, I actually succeeded in writing a relatively short imagine for once that doesn't have 13858320 parts (please don't hold the applause, I crave validation).