Marvel Oneshots

Natasha Romanoff x Reader - Stitch up

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Y/N's P.O.V.

Being the girlfriend of a literal superhero wasn't the easiest thing in the world.
Every time I knew Natasha was on a mission, I worried and stressed. Anything could go wrong and she could get hurt, or worse- dead.
Natasha knew I worried, which is why on the way back from every mission, she called me.
Owning my own medical practice was less stressful than waiting for her to come home.
So I when I received a text from her to go to the tower, I was confused.

"You guys are back?" I asked in confusion when I let myself passed security. Everyone except Natasha and Clint were sat in the room, a couple with scrapes and bruises, but nothing serious.

"Yeah, we got back a couple of hours ago. Nat didn't call you?" Steve frowned and I shook my head, no.

"She's in the medbay." Wanda pointed out and I nodded my head, silently thanking her, before stepping back in the elevator. Going up to the medbay, I felt my nerves skyrocketing. Why hadn't she called me? What if she was really hurt?

"Tasha?" I asked as soon as I stepped out of the elevator and Clint stick his head around one of the curtains surrounding the beds.

"Oh, thank God!" He groaned.
"The professional is here!" I walked over to them and sucked in a breath. There was so much blood.

"Hey, honey." Natasha grimaced.

"Did you get stabbed?" I asked in disbelief, picking up a pair of medical gloves and shooing Clint out of the way.
"What are you doing? Lay down." I scolded, before glaring at Clint.
"Why are you the one helping her out and not Bruce or someone with medical experience?"

"She didn't want to tell anyone. Said it wasn't a big deal." Clint muttered, looking at the ground like a puppy that had just been told off.
I just scoffed at his answer, opening the medical kit.

"I'm getting Deja Vu here, sweetheart." Nat mumbled, wincing when I cleaned the wound. It wasn't too bad, it just needed stitches and wrapping up.
"You remember the first time you stitched me up?"

"Yeah, you fell into my practice, half dead and covered in your own blood. It wasn't pretty." I muttered, picking up the needle.

"You were." She muttered as I pierced her skin with the needle.
"Pretty, I mean."

"Is now really the time to be flirting with me?" I asked with a sigh, looking at her. She had a lazy smirk on her lips and I rolled my eyes. Neither of us spoke much as I stitched and wrapped her up and by the time it was done, Bruce and Steve came to see us.

"You got stabbed?!" Steve looked at her in disbelief and Natasha stood up, taking the clean tee Clint offered her.

"I'm fine." She shrugged and Bruce just looked at me with wide eyes.

"Yeah. She's not." Natasha glared at me, but I ignored her.
"I'm taking her to bed." The pair just nodded and I wrapped my arm around her waist, letting her lean on me.

"You're the worst." She muttered and I just rolled my eyes. However, as soon as we stepped into the privacy of the elevator, her lips were on mine.

"Tasha..." I sighed, stepping back.
"Why didn't you call me?" She looked at me in confusion.
"You always call me and when you didn't, I worried. I assumed-"

"I'm sorry." She sighed.
"I didn't want you to know how bad it was and I was pretty focused on not bleeding out-"

"You're such an idiot." I laughed weakly.

"But you love me anyway."

"You know I do." I kissed her head.