Who doesn't like a little Black Widow x Reader?
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(y/n)- your name
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You could hear the loud crashing and grunts coming from the comm in your ear.
"Guys! What's going on?" you yell looking towards where you would guess the commotion was coming from. The building was obviously being destroyed if the smoke emanating from it was any consideration.
"It's Banner." You hear Tony's flat voice and your chest begins to tighten. Natasha was supposed to be with Bruce for this mission.
"Romanoff?" You inquire, trying to keep your voice steady, but your question was met by silence. "Is Nat still with Banner?" You demand. Your eyes widen when a small explosion erupts from the building. You feel your feet began to move on their own accord taking a few steps towards the building. Suddenly Captain America runs up next to you. You stop and turn to him, still waiting for an answer. His face is pale and he's out of breath.
"She's still with him- (y/n)!" you hear Steve yell from behind you, but you're already running to the building. Being the fastest sprinter in the group, you had left Steve way behind you as you entered through a large hole on the side of the structure. Your breaths were deep and fast as you scanned the interior. Everything was destroyed. Sparks and the smell of burning electrical units filled the air. Broken pieces of pipe and glass littered the floor, wires and tubes hung from every which way.
Your eyes finally landed on a large footprint on the ground. You placed your hand on it and shook your head. Dammit Banner... you mumble under your breath.
You specifically made your opinion of opposition known when Natasha volunteered to be Bruce's partner. He's a great guy and one of your closer friends, but if he couldn't fully control his Hulk then he shouldn't be put on missions, but Fury had ignored both yours and Bruce's objections and assigned him to it anyway.
Your head snaps up when you hear a blood-curdling roar just ahead of you. Your breathing becomes shallow as you move forward. You try to take deeper breaths and steady yourself but you've already grown too worrisome. You needed to find Natasha.
Your slow, cautious, steps escalate to a full on sprint when you hear a yelp of pain followed by a groan. The voice unmistakably belonged to Natasha and you began to panic as you clumsily dodge the broken interior around you.
"Nat-" you cut yourself off upon hearing a loud crash that stopped you dead in your tracks, you ran to the source and saw Hulk leaping away through the gaping hole in the side of the building. You watched for a few seconds until you heard a small groan of pain behind you. Your head twisted around so quickly that you were sure you would have whiplash from the movement. You caught sight of her red hair flared out on the metal ground. "Natasha," you breath out before you suddenly find it hard to breathe again.
You run to her side, taking the redhead into your arms- she was unconscious. Noting the red crimson that dripped from a gash on her head, you hurriedly try to lift her up, but a large beam of metal pinned her to the ground. Judging by the size of it, you knew you wouldn't be able to lift it yourself.
"Shit," you whisper. "Nat?" you try, taking her cheek into her hand. "Nat, come on wake up," you whisper but she wasn't responding. Your heart began to beat faster again. Suddenly Hawkeye and Cap show up and only stare as you attempt to wake the girl in your arms- your voice getting more demanding the more worried you became. "Natalia Alienovna Romanova, I swear to Kronos if you don't wake up!" You finally lift your head to look at the two blonde men who stood in shock. "Dammit Clint, Steve, get this off of her!" you demand and the two men quickly respond. When the beam is finally lifted, Tony shows up and lands next to you.
"The Quinjet's gonna be here soon..." he pauses and I knew that he was scanning her. "She's going to be okay, (y/n)."
Brilliant green eyes flutter open. The first thing Natasha sees is you sleeping in a chair next to her. She snaps up when she remembers the event of yesterday. You're eyes fly open at the sudden movement.
"Guys!," you call over your shoulder. "Clint! She's awake!" you turn back to face her, a large smile of relief on our face. A few minutes later, the room is filled with the Avengers. You eye Bruce as he slowly creeps into the room, his head hung low. Your relief is replaced with worry when you noticed the panic-stricken look in her eyes as she sees Bruce. You can hear her shaky breaths as her eyes widen.
"Nat?" you whisper, reaching your hand towards her. She jumps at the contact and you retract your hand quickly. She looks at you, but you know that she's not actually looking at you. Her shaky hand flies to her chest as her face contorts in pain, and you notice that she's sweating profusely. She almost looks like she's about to throw up. "Nat! What's wrong?"
"She's having a panic attack-" you cut Tony off. You frown deeply as thoughts race across your mind.
"Out," you command all while glaring a Banner. Your harsh tone causing the people around you to look at each other confused.
"What? Why-"
"Clint, get them out," you order, hoping he understood. He simply nods and in less than a couple of seconds, you and Natasha are left alone. You take a couple breaths and realize Natasha's panic attack wasn't fading.
"Natasha? Natasha, listen to me, okay?" you whisper, trying to make your voice sound as soothing as you could. Her eyes are staring straight ahead as her body shakes. "Natasha!" you say, this time, effectively gaining her attention. The fear in her eyes was almost heart-breaking. It threw you to see the powerful, strong Black Widow so shaken by an experience. You cursed Bruce and his brute form under your breath as your face softened, not finding it in yourself to be angry anymore. You just needed to focus on helping Nat. When you didn't speak, she returned her attention to the floor. You cautiously reached your hand out and place it on her shoulder, "It's me, Nat. It's (y/n) and you're safe now, okay? You're safe."
The redhead slowly turned to face you again, her green eyes piercing deeply into your own (e/c). She throws herself into your arms.
"(Y/n)..." she whispers. You nod slowly, realizing you've fully gotten her attention- or at least most of it. She was still shaking and her jaw was tight. You frowned and thought back to something you had learned a couple years ago: Grounding.
"Nat, I'm going to get you through this okay?" She nods slowly, her watering eyes reminding you of a vast green sea. "Okay," you whisper. "Nat...find five things you see..." you say slowly making sure she understood every word. She frowned, shaking her head in confusion. "Trust me, okay? Find five things you see, and tell me what they are."
She swallowed hard as she slowly lifted her head to look around the room. You notice her eyes glance behind you towards the large floor-to-ceiling windows of her room.
"I...I-," she paused closing her eyes. "I see...the statue..." she lets out another shaky breath "...outside the window," she says. You look over your shoulder at the Statue of Liberty and you nod, encouraging her to continue. Her voice was low and hoarse. Every word she said- shaky. She noticeably stopped sweating when she named the 4th item. Her eyes, for the first time in the past couple of minutes, meet your own. "...and I see you- sitting in from of me." You nod again a small smile gracing your lips and take a deep breath.
"Okay, good. Now...four things you can feel?" you instruct and Natasha looks at you oddly. "The mattress beneath you, the softness of the sheets," you say as examples and Natasha nods. You notice how she has begun to regain the color in her face.
"I feel-" Natasha jumps noticeably when you hear what sounds like a mini explosion some ways down the hall followed by Tony's loud growl of frustration. A new project probably blowing up in his face. You frown at the unwanted noise and you realize Natasha looking frighteningly at the door. You nod your head trying to dispel any of her egregious thoughts.
"You're doing perfect," you whisper as you cup her cheek softly. You feel the tightness of her jaw relax as she nods. Natasha brings her slender hand up to cover yours. Her breathing was still labored as she spoke. "You feel..." you whisper, trying to coax her into continuing. She nods her head slowly as she drags her eyes back to your own.
"I feel..." she begins after taking a deep breath. "...your hand on my cheek." There's another explosion and Nat find refuge in your comforting embrace. She leans into you more before speaking- her voice is trembling again."...your arms around me," she whispers into your shoulder. "I feel...your warmth." she looks at you as she names the last two things and you feel your heart thump in your chest. You nod slowly once more. Walking her through three things you hear, and two things you can smell, you finally reach the last thing. You smile when you realized that Nat has calmed down completely. She was still a little shaken and maybe a little embarrassed by her emotional response to the experience. You could care less though and simply let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, (y/n)." she whispers. She pulls back from the embrace you had grown accustomed to due to the past couple of minutes.
"Of course," you respond, pushing a lock of red hair behind her ear. "You know I'll always be here for you, Nat..." You offer a small shy smile, which she returns gratefully. "Are you really okay now?" you ask, your (e/c) eyes still showing an immense amount of worry. The redhead takes a second to respond but simply offers you another smile and nods 'yes'.
"Thank you," she whispers. You give a quick nod, but you note the hint of raspiness that laces itself through her voice.
You stay with Natasha for the rest of the day just simply talking...and cuddling. After you realize she's back to her usual slightly flirtatious self, you find yourself beginning to blush whenever she sends a compliment or dazzling smile your way. You had been crushing on Natasha Romanoff since you first became part of the Avengers team. She was a perfect mixture of Kind, Mysterious, Kick-ass and Deadly, all stuffed into a 5 foot 3, curvacious frame. Whenever you guys would talk, you find yourself getting lost in her eyes that, under specific lighting conditions, would go from Sea green to Grey, or sometimes to a "cornblue". (Turns out that's an eye color, and it fit Nat's eyes sometimes). It seemed like no one was able to touch her, so you believed yourself to be the same. So, you settled on just being friends- that was good enough for you. But, now, you were holding her in your arms as you both spoke in a fairly intimate tone, and it was giving you a little hope.
After a few more hours, you notice Nat attempt to suppress a yawn.
"You're sleepy," you say as you turn to get up, but when you begin to unravel your body from hers, you feel her gently pull at your wrist, effectively stopping you from standing on your feet. You look down at her, surprised by her sudden movement. "Umm-" you stutter out "Nat, you should get some sleep..." Throughout the day, you couldn't help but keep an eye on the rectangle bandage that dressed the wound on her forehead. You felt a small frown begin to form as you thought about it, your eyes flickering back up to her bandage.
"Please," she asks you in a small voice and you can't help but focus on her brilliant green oceans. There were so many emotions placed behind a small screen. Her eyes held a begging look. Maybe I should stay- to keep an eye on her, of course. Also, because she really seems to want me too... you think. And if you were honest with yourself, you really wanted to stay too. You let out a small breath you didn't even realize you were holding and simply nodded with a small smile. The redhead returned the smile, and you allowed her to pull you back onto the bed. You both shuffled around until her back was pressed into your front and your arms wrapped around her.
By the pattern of her breathing, you realized that she had fallen asleep. You looked down at the crown of her head. This is crazy... you thought. She really wanted you to stay, but up until now, you guys had never spent more than a few hours with each other, and even then it was due to a mission. Therefore, you concluded the day's events as "crazy". You chalked up her sudden "cuddliness" to the fact that she had suffered a minor concussion and was a little out of it now. That, and the fact that you walked her through a pretty bad panic attack. You sighed, silently wishing that maybe, just maybe, there was something more behind her actions.
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