Rescuing An Avenger - Natasha Romanoff

Checking in

You and Natasha unlock the door to your room. At least it is decently sized. There is definitely space for the both of you. There's a kitchen, huge bathroom and two single beds. Thank you Tony. Natasha begins unpacking her bag, you are quick to do the same. Eventually you're both sitting on your beds. You stare out the window.

The mission didn't officially start until tomorrow, so there isn't much for you to do. It was pouring with rain outside. You turn back to Natasha, her face is buried in a book. You sigh flopping back on your bed. Sleep could do you some good right now.

Later you're awoken by the smell of food. Your stomach grumbles loudly at the smell. You walk over to the kitchen, admiring Natasha as she dances around. She manages to make cooking a simple grilled cheese sandwich look attractive. You can't help but say something,

"Watcha cookin', good lookin'?"

Nat rolls her eyes.

"Hm you've finally woken up after hours for the smell of food."

You watch as she takes her sandwich off the pan and onto a plate allowing it to cool. You're practically drooling like a puppy at the sight.

"Nuh uh. That's mine, you can make your own lazy ass."

You grumble and lazily assemble your sandwich, placing it on the stove. She could have made me one. You don't eat together. In fact you walk to opposite ends of the room. You take a seat next to the window, people watching. Honestly you found it so relaxing doing this kind of thing. I mean the first place we found you at in this story was the park.

It's still pouring outside. You watch as people run to taxis, covering their freshly done hair. Whilst other cliche couples dance through the streets enjoying the rain. Others are carrying umbrellas with various patterns. One woman even slipped in a puddle, but a handsome man helped her up. You watch as they exchange their phones, probably typing their numbers in. Hmm. Romantic.

"What are you doing Y/n?"

Your eyebrows furrow as you make eye contact with the redhead. You hum in confusion.

"You've been starring out the window for two hours. Aren't you bored?," Natasha questions.

"If you really must know, I'm people watching. It's distracting."

Now Natasha's eyebrows furrow.

"How can you find that fun?"

You shrug and pat the spot next to you. She reluctantly sits beside you. You both sit there for a while as the sun begins to set in the distance. You point certain people out, and what you think they might be doing. Natasha even joins in and begins to point people out as well. She's currently talking about a couple who are helping an elderly woman cross the street, but your attention is elsewhere.

You watch her. The way she's sitting. How amazing she looks when she's explaining something she's excited about. It is adorable. Under all her yelling and screaming, you see her for who she really is for once. Y/n. Don't you remember what she said to you, you idiot. She hates you - you should hate her!

But as you watch her so intently a soft smile forms across your lips, as she continues to speak. I suppose enjoying this one peaceful moment won't hurt. She continues speaking, moving onto a young girl walking a sausage dog, however after you don't give any input for a while her gaze turns to you.

She sees you looking at her with so much admiration. And for a moment she gets caught in your eyes. Her emerald green eyes pull you in also as you stare back into them. It's about 10 seconds later that Natasha comes to her senses,

"It's getting late. We should head to bed... mission officially starts tomorrow, we need the energy to do it."

You simply nod in response and practically dive into bed. Natasha rushes over to her bed, a slight blush across her cheeks. She chuckles to herself as she can her your immediate slow breathing. You were already out cold.

***

You sit up quickly gasping for air. No matter where you are the nightmares still haunt you. You look over to your right, hearing the peaceful snores of Natasha. Thank god she hadn't woken up. That would have been embarrassing. You slowly creep out of bed, heading to the kitchen. You splash your face with water and fill up a glass. You take a massive gulp before wandering over back to your spot at the window.

There isn't much to see at this late time. Most people are sleeping. Still, you continue to stare out there until you hear shuffling behind you. You don't even bother turning around.

"Y/n, what the fuck are you doing? You need to sleep, I'm not putting up with you tomorrow when you can't keep your eyes open! Go to be-," she pauses when you finally begin looking in her eyes.

Every time. Every time you get pulled in by those emerald green eyes. Her brows furrow as she sees the sweat dripping down your forehead and your bloodshot eyes. Your breathing is slightly rapid and erratic, you're doing your best to mask it, but any good spy would pick up on it.

"Are you okay?," she asks wiping the sweat off of your head.

"Natasha I'm really sorry. I've been having n- some trouble sleeping. I'll go back to bed now."

"Nightmares," she says bluntly.

"What?," you're a little taken aback.

"You've been having nightmares, right? I get them too sometimes, it's okay," she comforts, "do you want to talk about it?"

You shake your head and subconsciously fiddle with your hands. You haven't told anyone about your nightmares being back. To be honest you thought they would be gone by now but every night your awoken by the same dream. It frustrates you that your parents still have this effect on you.

She watches you carefully. Tears were trying to fall out of your eyes and you were shaking slightly. Natasha thinks for a moment before slowly pulling you in for a hug. Whenever she sees you upset or in pain, as much as she tries to cover it up with anger, her heart aches. Seeing your face after everything she said was like a knife to the chest.

You are stiff in her embrace. One minute she hates me and the next minute she's holding me in her arms. This is so confusing. You let in a shaky breath before pulling away. You both sit in silence for a while. Comfortable silence. Her presence was enough to ground you as you both admired the view from out the window.

You turned back to her and she does the same, both of you for once exchanging genuine smiles.

"Thank you Natasha."

"Nat," she whispers, "you can call me Nat if you want."

Your mouth opens slightly, not expecting that. Maybe you were finally getting through to her? Your smile returns as you take in the small gesture. It is enough to cheer you up completely. Nat can see you've relaxed and you have stopped shaking.

"Are you feeling any better?," she asks.

"Much better," you smile causing her to smirk back.