Avengers imagines

National Romanon

In which she has a nightmare

It was a long day of an undercover mission with Tony. I was more tired than I'd ever been. I couldn't wait to get into bed and sleep away the stress of the mission.

I took a quick shower and put on my underwear with just an oversized t-shirt. Once I crawled into bed, my muscles relaxed into the cushion and I could feel myself already dozing off.

Just as my body began to rest, I heard my door open. I slowly opened my eyes to see Natasha Romanoff at my door. She and I were good friends so it would make sense for her to come in my room, just not at this time of night.

"Y/n," she called, her voice cracking.

I immediately sat up, knowing that something was wrong.

"What happened, Nat?" I asked.

"I don't wanna talk about it," she looked down. "Can I come in here for the night?"

I lightly smiled and nodded. It felt great to see the vulnerable side of Nat that I'm sure nobody else had seen before. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore a pink shirt and pink pajama pants.

Also something I'm sure nobody has ever seen before.

She crawled into bed with me and turned the other way. I had to physically fight the urge to pull her into me and spoon her.

Maybe I had a small crush on Nat, but I could never tell her so. She probably isn't even bi and it's not like I told anyone that I was. She was a dream that could never happen.

"Do you ever get nightmares?" She suddenly asked.

I pondered over her question for a while, trying to figure out if that was the reason she was in my bed.

"I do," I told her.

My PTSD from a war that should've never been fought circles my mind at night. The only time I'm really ever able to peaceful sleep is when I'm extremely tired. That's what I like about being an Avenger.

I'm ALWAYS tired from missions.

"What do you do when you get them?" She asked.

"I go downstairs and eat a snack, it takes my mind off of it for a little, but other than that I just have to sit through the thoughts and wait for the morning."

She was quiet for a moment. I thought she'd gone to sleep until she spoke again.

"Can you hold me?" She asked.

I immediately grabbed her by her waist and pulled her to my chest, not a thing fitting in between our bodies. We were the same height, but somehow our bodies fit perfectly together.

She played with my right hand a bit, which I didn't mind at all. Suddenly her breathing became steady and her hand was no longer fiddling with mine.

I kissed the back of her head and finally willed myself to sleep, the girl of my dreams in my arms.

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