This idea was suggested by the lovely Gummybear1178 in March and here I am writing it a good four months later. She also made the incredibly cute story cover and deserves a visit to her profile.
Quick note: I don't know anything about medicine and injuries so all this information is from the first link on Google.
Chapter One: Natasha's Injury
She was never one to be careless in the field. Ever since she was a little girl in The Red Room, every move she made was fluent yet destructive. By the age of ten, she was able to take down a fully grown man in under thirty seconds. After years of abuse and tiring training, she has suitably earned her title as The Black Widow. Her skills gained from those experiences helped her to be one of SHIELD's most lethal spies and a member of Earth's Mightiest Heroes: The Avengers.
What Natasha didn't understand was how she was lying in a SHIELD hospital bed after a mission with one of her legs hanging above her in a solid white cast.
"Relax Tasha," Clint says, rubbing the crook of her arm with his thumb. "It's just a broken leg. It happens to everyone."
"It was just one stupid mission," Natasha grumbles. "I blocked a kick when I should've side-stepped."
Her eyes were staring at that cast with her eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed.
Clint sits back in the chair next to her bed. He looks up at the florescent lights as he hears the soft sound of footsteps approaching. The doctor walks in flipping through the papers on his clipboard. Natasha gives her usual pissed-off poker face so Clint gets up and approaches the doctor.
"How long will the cast be on for?" Clint asks, leaning in closer to whisper. "I think it would be better if you tell me not to deal with her."
He subtly points to the frowning redhead in the hospital gown. The doctor nods, knowing not to deal with her. Natasha notices but doesn't say anything.
"Well," the doctor says. "Lucky for her, the x-ray only showed a fracture and not a bone displacement."
"Hm," Natasha scoffs. Her eyes never leaving the cast. "I'm so great with luck."
"Ignore her," Clint says, giving Natasha his best scolding look. Natasha glares at him before returning her focus back to her cast.
"Anyways," the doctor proceeds. "She is going to be needing a lot of rest to allow the injury to heal. She cannot take any missions for the next six to eight weeks and - "
"What?!" Natasha says sharply.
Her green eyes are piercing into the souls of the two men standing off to the side. The doctor immediately realizes that he made a mistake by mentioning that with her ears listening in.
"Nat, you can't do any missions with a cast on your leg," Clint tells her.
Natasha responds in a mesh of Russian words that will not sound pleasant to the ear when translated.
"I would recommend taking supplements of vitamin D and calcium to speed and help the healing process," the doctor says.
"What good will those do?!" Natasha yells.
"I think you should leave us alone," Clint says to the doctor.
The doctor gives Clint the necessary papers before walking out of the room. He places them on a small table by the door. Clint takes a breath before facing Natasha.
"Look," Clint says. "You need to rest. You can't go out kicking ass if you don't have a leg to kick anyone with; and don't you dare tell me that you have your other leg."
"I don't want to just sit at home and watch television. It's boring! I need to be doing something productive."
Clint lights up with an expert idea.
"How about I take care of you?"
"No."
"Please? We can sit in your apartment and watch television together. I can keep you company."
"No."
"C'mon Natasha..."
"No."
"Hey, remember that one time you used your weird Russian voodoo potions on me?"
Natasha rolls her eyes. "I paralyzed you for only a week. You really have to let that one go."
"If I take care of you then I will."
Natasha stares at the archer, not knowing what she's getting herself into.
This is going to be fun. And yes, I had to throw in the Russian potion tidbit.
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