marvel one-shots // avengers x reader

Christmas Presents~ Natasha Romanoff

not me posting this on tumblr and forgetting to post it on here for christmas oops anyway happy new year

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The whistling wind outside your window was just as loud as the heavy rain pouring from the dull sky. Your active mind was worrying about the repercussions of the storm. How many people would be injured? How many people would have their homes destroyed before Christmas?

Deciding against being alone with your thoughts, you noticed the pile of unwrapped presents in your wardrobe and began to get to work. You had tried your hardest to get every member of the team the perfect gift, they had been so welcoming to you as the newest Avenger and you wanted to show them how grateful you were.

The enormous box of pop-tarts for Thor was fairly easy to wrap, you had even gotten wrapping paper with the whole team on it. Next up was a box of Lego for Steve. You had gotten him a set which was a replica of his shield, including a note inside which said that if needed any help, you were more than willing to join him.

Your hands began to shake from the loud storm outside, you were subconsciously extremely anxious and your distraction method wasn't helping as much anymore.

You had gotten Wanda a little wind-up music box which played a Sokovian lullaby and you handwrite the lyrics for her and attempted to wrap it. The gift was an awkward shape but thankfully with a little bit of help from Google, you figured it out. It wasn't as perfect as you would have liked it to have been but you were happy with it nonetheless.

Natasha was the girl you loved most in the world, you had always felt something for her since you first joined the team however it was only recently she confessed the feeling was mutual.

Her stone cold demeanour instantly melted when she was around you, however none of the other Avengers believed you when you called her your big teddy bear.

You had recently taken up pottery classes and your first craft was a slightly flawed mug, there was a small dent in it that looked identical to the Black Widow symbol so you decided to paint the mug black and the little hourglass in red

There was a whole pile of presents left to be wrapped but you decided to wrap all of Natasha’s first so you could make sure they would be perfect.

The handle of the mug was quite inconvenient to wrap, you struggled to hold onto the wrapping paper and tear the tape at the same time. You looked away from the tape holder for a second and when you tried to break off a new piece of tape, you accidentally scraped your finger along the sharp edge, causing it to start bleeding, “fuck,” you continuously muttered words you were glad nobody was around to here.

Amidst your panic, you brought your other hand to it to hold pressure onto the wound, however in the process of doing so, you dropped Natasha’s mug and it broke into three pieces.

“Shit,” you shouted, “you fucking piece of shit,” you slammed your hand against the door of your wardrobe, smearing blood all over it in the process. In your attempt to pick up the broken mug, you didn't realise how sharp it was and ended up further injuring your hand.

You continued to wrap the other presents until the sun began to rise. Natasha was always an early riser, she liked to get to the gym before anyone else. As she passed your room, she heard your muttered swears and peeked in to see what you were doing, only to see the red blood splattered across the wooden furniture.

“Detka!” she gently took the pizza dog toy for Kate from your hands and led you to the bathroom. “What on earth do you think you're doing?” she scolded you, gently wiping your hands with a wet cloth. “Just fuck off, Romanoff,” you attempted to walk out of the room, but she stood in the doorway to stop you.

You scoffed down at her, she was shorter than you, but you both knew she had a hold on you that nobody else did. “Malysh, let me wipe this blood away and stitch you up and then we can cuddle,” your ears perked up at your favourite activity.

Begrudgingly, you allowed Natasha to bandage up your wounds and kiss them all individually. She gently guided you to your bed, laying down with you.

“Now, do you want to tell me what you were doing?” she asked, although this time much more compassionately. Tears began to roll down your face, sobs wracking your body, “everyone on the team has been so kind to me since I joined and I just wanted to repay that somehow.” Natasha gently pulled you into her arms, your head resting on her chest as you listened to the calming sound of her heartbeat.

“Moya lyubov, you don't need to repay anyone, everyone on the team loves you because you alone are more than enough,” she gently held your hand. “But I feel like I haven't had the opportunity to thank everyone for welcoming me into their team,” you sniffled and Natasha gently wiped your nose with a tissue.

“Except you have, detka. You go on runs with Sam and Steve, you practice archery with Kate and Clint and you cause mischief in the lab with Tony and Bruce. Whenever you spend quality time with them, they will perceive that as thankfulness and love,” she brushed some stray hairs out of your face.

“I got you a gift, but I broke it,” you pointed to the mess on the floor. Natasha carefully got up, picking up the pieces of it and leaving the room. Your heart began to pound, you didn't know where she had gone.
She returned moments later with a little tube of gold glitter glue. Sitting next to where you lay, she carefully began to glue the piece back together as you lay your head in her lap and watched.

Once she had finished, she delicately placed it on your bedside table to dry and gently kissed the tip of your nose.
“Tasha?” you whispered. “Yes, malyshka?” she gently kissed the top of your head. “You said the team loves me, does that mean..?” you paused.

“Yes, krasivaya, I love you.”