Nat x Wanda x Yelena One Shots

Fever • n.r.

[Third Person...]

You hadn't been feeling well since you woke up this morning.

You felt a bit nauseous and had a bad headache, you couldn't shake off chills you had over your body as well but you couldn't shake what it was.

You got up a bit more lazily, not bothering to switch to leggings like you usually did, you only moped down stairs in a pair of sweat pants, snuggly socks, a hoodie which was over your head as well, and a blanket draped over your shoulders as you shivered.

You made your way to the compound common room where everyone was laughing and giggling at the tv and amongst each other.

Rogers and Maximoff were the first to see you come in.

"You okay, kid?" Steve asked making room for you on the couch beside him and Wanda.

"I don't feel very well, my head is pounding... and my stomach hurts." You pout.

Wanda looked at you sympathetically before grabbing your hand and bringing you over to the kitchen having you sit on the stool while she made you some very light oatmeal to help settle your stomach, even adding ginger into it.

"Here, eat this. I'll get Nat." She said rubbing your back before heading back up the stairs to find Natasha, your girlfriend. She found her very quickly in her office working on some case files.

"Nat."

"Yes?" She asked looking up with scrunched eyebrows of concern, she knows Wanda doesn't come into her office for simple things. So whatever she had to say was very much important.

"Y/n is sick."

Immediately, Natasha sat up. Not even giving a second thought to the work she had due on her desk, you were sick, and needy. As bad as it sounds, Natasha loves when your sick, she loves being able to take care of you completely and fully. She wished you would just let go to allow her to do it all the time. But you had independence, you weren't going to give it up without a fight... except when you didn't feel well, but even then you fought Natasha for dominance.

You sat on the stool, and pushed away the oatmeal You looked to your side to see Natasha quickly hurrying down the stairs. Your eyes widen.

"Wands!" You whine

"I told you I was going to grab her." Wanda argues, you sigh.

"What is it i hear that my baby is sick?" She asks putting her finger under your chin lifting it up a bit. You look at her guiltily. Cheeks rosy and burning up. Bags under your eyes as the rest of you was just pale.

Natasha put her hand on your forehead and immediately knew you had a fever.

"Nope, come on. Let's go back to bed." She argued.

"No, i wanna stay out here." You whine

"Baby, you need to go back to your room so you can rest."

"Guys..." you look over with a pout at the rest of the team, they were going to defend your decision until looking at Nat's face, they all immediately shut their mouths. "It's alright kid, we'll all go to your room to check on you." Tony says with a tight smile and curt nod.

You groan as Nat pushed you off the chair to guide you to your room.

But instead of guiding you to your room, she took you to her room.

"My room is that way" you point down the hall, she shook her head.

"I want to be with you, and I know how much you like my room so much better." You shrug going inside the room and plopping on the bed.