Natasha Romanoff OneShots

my warrior - NR (2)

will i be nice? well, you'll have to find out... 🧐

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Whatever Tony and Bruce had come up with, it was like magic in a bottle. Y/N didn't wake up for 3 days, but when she did, it was like she'd magically been healed. Her lungs sounded so much healthier and she rarely coughed. We both burst into tears when we realised it had worked.

Tony being Tony threw a party to welcome Y/N back. He kept it quite lowkey as she was still tired from the anaesthetic, but the sentiment was still there. Seeing her smile just made me grateful that she was finally ok. I didn't let her drink though, just in case.

Bruce cleared her a week later for training and she actually woke up at 4 am to train with me. Y/N loves her sleep, so I was surprised when her alarm went off and she bounced out of bed like she was made of springs. I laughed as she tried to race me to get ready, seeing her get her leg stuck in her leggings as she hopped around on 1 foot. Once she was finally dressed we headed down to the gym, Y/N still bouncing on the balls of her feet. I was still rubbing the sleep from my eyes as she dashed out the minute the doors open, heading straight for the weight rack.

This girl had little to no common sense, and would choose the heaviest weight, so I knew she would need a spot. And as suspected, she placed far too many plates onto the pole. She could barely lift them off the ground to slot them into place, so I stopped her.

"Y/N I think that's enough now." I carefully took the weight from her hand and laid it on the floor. She pouted but I ignored her, taking off more weights so it was at 40kg. I wanted her to still take it slow, but I didn't tell her that.

"How much is on there?" She asked, curiously watching my tighten the pole.

"70kg." I didn't tell her the real weight and I knew she wouldn't check. She nodded in response and shuffled so she was laying on the bench. She rubbed her hands together and them placed them on the bar. I shifted to help her incase she dropped the weight. But she brought it down to her chest and then straightened her arms, lifting the bar as high as she could. I broke into a smile as I watched her.

"Good job babe." I encouraged as she completed 1 rep. She smiled at me and then attempted a second rep.

She managed about 5 before she placed the bar back down. I helped her slot the bar back on the rack before she sat up. I handed her a bottle of water and she took a few sips before she smiled. "I didn't think I'd be doing that any time soon" she said breathlessly.

"That was really good, but don't push yourself too hard, ok?" She nodded and slowly stood up from the bench. "I'm gonna go on the treadmill, let me know if you need any help?" She nodded again and I reluctantly walked away from her.

I set my speed and incline on the treadmill and started off slowly, the music in my headphones providing a good beat to run to. I vaguely felt a presence beside me and so I looked over, smiling as I saw Y/N climb on to the treadmill next me. "Careful, remember?" She shot me an adorable thumbs up before setting her own pace.

We ran in harmony, the calming nature of being on a jog relaxing both of our minds. I'd done about 2 miles and wanted to complete my 3rd one before I left. I glanced over to Y/N, who looked just as good as I did. She was going slower, and I was glad that she was actually listening to me for once.

Just as I was about to hit 3 miles, a loud thud came from Y/N's treadmill. I quickly turned my head to see her hand on the emergency stop button. Her face was bright red and she was clawing at her chest. I stopped my treadmill and jumped to help her, catching her as her legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor.

"Y/N?" I cried, lowering her gently to the floor. Her chest wheezed with every breath and she cried out in pain. "Y/N talk to me. What's happening?"

She tried to speak but cried out again, her hands still scratching at her chest, leaving horrible red lines everywhere. She pushed herself against my legs and grabbed onto my hand, squeezing it hard. Her breathing was ragged and it sounded like she couldn't get air in.