Nat x Wanda x Yelena One Shots

I didn't know // pt. 2 • N.R.

Warning : talks of mental illness ; bipolar.

[Third Person...]

Since Natasha had found out about your bipolar she's done much more research and work to be sure she can help you.

She read about outbursts of anger, usually indicate you were going into or were already in a low. Irritation, hyper-sexuality, the bursts of creativity. She's watched you closely but also given you the space you need.

"Fuck!" You screamed throwing your phone against the wall, breaking it, tears ran down your cheeks as you angrily threw your papers on the desk to the floor not wanting to deal with them.

"Baby?" Natasha carefully said slowly approaching you.

You just sat on the bed with your head in your hands.

"I can't do anything, right." You cried, it broke Natasha's heart seeing you struggle through everyday life. It was hard to decipher when you were going into a low, or just having a bad day like any other normal person.

"Baby, do you want to talk about it? What can I do? I want to help." She asks

"Do you want to be touched, can I hold you?" Natasha asks, there were times when touches would be too much for you, especially when you were going through a spout of anger and irritation. It took a while of talking about your illness for Nat to find this out.

When someone touched you during these times it would cause your anger or irritation to rise from a five to a ten making everything worse. Almost as if the person touching you had hands of needles, pricking you, and making your skin feel weird.

You thought about how you were feeling for a minute before nodding, you wanted to be hugged in this moment.

You didn't feel the weird sensation of not wanting to be touched. Natasha found out was called sensory overload or was considered to be apart of it.

Natasha stood up in front of you allowing you to wrap your arms around her waist, she kisses the crown of your head, smoothing out your hair as she tried to help you down from being worked up.

She brushed you hair back with her fingers making it go into a ponytail, pulling a hair band from her wrist and putting it in a small bun.

She knew your hair can sometimes cause your irritability to get worse, it would get in your face, or just bug you around your neck. It helped a lot when she was the one putting it up, she figured after your shower she'd put it in a braid today to help you. But that's for later, when you've calmed.

"Do you want me to talk? Or do you want to talk about how your feeling?" She asks, you nuzzled your head in her stomach.

"You, please." Your voice cracks furthermore tearing another piece from Natasha's heart.

"Well, I was thinking today... when you feel better of course, we can take a walk— maybe to a pet store where we can sit and pet the animals-"

"Really?" You say looking up at her with hopeful and teary eyes. Natasha cups your face wiping your tear stained cheeks.

"Of course my love, anything for you." She whispers, before talking again.

"And then go and grab some take out, and ice cream. We'll put the ice cream in the freezer, and shower before eating, we can watch your favorite show— whichever one you want, and cuddle... if your comfortable to be in my arms." She informs you.

By now you lifted her shirt and are now underneath her shirt with your head rested against her skin, blocking out the rest of the world.

"What are you doing?" She asks giggling now noticing you were underneath her shirt.