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budzdorovanatasha · 3 years

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Oohh how about “Are you done yet” with Nat

“Hehh’htsxh!”

“Bless you,” you murmured, not paying that much attention to the woman next to you up on the roof.

“Thanks.”

You peered into your binoculars, eyeing the men who were across the street on the sidewalk. You were trying to read their lips, a skill you’d been working on for the past few months.

“H’tsnxh”

“Bless you,” you repeated softly. “You probably shouldn’t hold them in like that,” you murmured, still not quite focusing on Natasha. Though you didn’t see it, she sent you a sideways glance, a tad annoyed, though it was mostly at herself. Her annoyance grew when another tingle shot through her nose.

“Huh’htsch!”

“Bless you,” you murmured, this time actually looking over at your partner. Her nose was red, her cheeks were flushed, and she was practically shaking from the cold. “Natasha, what’s up?”

She sent you another glance, deciding how to play the situation. Unfortunately for her, her nose had a different idea. She groaned slightly when the itch crested once more.

“H’htsxh!”

“Are you done yet?” you joked. “Bless you.”

She let out an annoyed huff, rubbing at her nose. You rolled your eyes, though you were definitely concerned. Natasha rarely sneezed more than once, and never four times in a row.

“Here,” you offered, holding out the pack of tissues you kept in your coat pocket. She looked as though she wanted to refuse them, but you whispered a ‘Nat’ and she hesitantly took them from your outstretched hand.

You were her weak spot, you always had been. You were starting to realize that, but she had known ever since you had talked to her for the first time. Whether or not she admitted it, she was in love with you. Little did she know, you felt the same.

“Why don’t we get you inside?” you suggested gently after she’d tended to her pink nose. “We have all the intel we need, I think and I could use some hot chocolate.”

The idea would have been preposterous to her if anyone else had suggested it, but her heart warmed at how much you seemed to care. And so, though she’d silence anyone who even dared to say that she had, she agreed.

#natasha x reader #my fic #requests #requested

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Ohhh #82 for nat? <3

Warning: Slight suggestive themes.

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"I missed you," you whispered in between kisses. You hadn't gotten a make out session from your girlfriend in ages due to your work schedules. Now that you were together, finally, on a Friday night in, it was as if you couldn’t get enough of each other.

“I missed you too,” Natasha murmured, nuzzling her nose against yours before capturing your lips again with her own. You continued on like that, you straddling her hips as she sat up against the headboard.

You were nearly convinced your lips would be sore tomorrow and as you were about to voice that thought, Natasha pulled away quickly, her hands firmly keeping you where you were as she bent off to the side a bit, turning her head away from you.

“H’ndgxh!” A rather forceful stifle came from her and you brushed her hair back from where it had fallen in her face.

“Bless you,” you giggled.

“Sorry, thank you,” she replied, looking a tad confused with her brows pinched together a bit.

“You okay?”

She wrinkled her nose before seemingly getting whatever was bothering her under control. Nodding, she let her lips finding yours once again be the answer. You moaned when her tongue slid along your bottom lip and found your breath hitching when she moved her lips along your jaw and down your neck. You hadn’t thought it possible to miss someone’s lips so much.

It was as her lips were sucking on your collarbone that she pulled away again, her hands once again keeping you in place from chasing after her.

“h’h...h’ngkschoo!”

“Bless you,” you murmured with curiosity. It’s not that it was highly unusual for her to sneeze more than once, but it was odd that she hadn’t held it in.

“Sorry.”

You hummed, tucking her hair behind her ear and eyeing her carefully for any signs of a cold. “Are you alright?”

She went to resume her kisses, but you stopped her with a hand on her chest. Your other hand carefully brought her chin upwards so that she could meet your gaze clearly.

“Answer me first,” you softly commanded.

“I’m alright.”

“You’re not getting sick are you?” you asked, your eyes narrowing. Nat chuckled at your question, knowing you were looking at her with such an expression because she’d lied to you in the past.

“No, baby, I am not getting sick.”

You nodded, accepting her answer and taking your hand off of her chest. She took it as a signal to resume her work, pressing kisses all along your clavicle and heading down.

And, boy, you’d really missed those kisses.

#natasha x reader #my fic

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Black Widow (2021) dir. Cate Shortland

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83. “If you needed an excuse, I could have made up something instead of you running yourself ragged just to catch a cold.” Possibly?

You felt a shift beside you and you let out a small groan when lips pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“I’m going to train.”

You made a displeased sound, reaching out lazily for Natasha after she’d already started to move. You weren’t fast enough and she chuckled. If you weren’t so sleepy, you would have gone after her, even with the knowledge that she’d never skip training. You fell back asleep before you could think more about it.

When you woke a few hours later to the sun shining into the bedroom, you smiled. Nat had drawn the curtains for you and left a little romantic note on the nightstand. You felt happy and excited about the day, though you were a tad disappointed that Natasha was not there with you. Actually, you weren’t quite sure what she was up to.

Getting up, you made your way to the kitchen for some tea and information. You didn’t find any inkling as to what your girlfriend was up to, but you'd assumed she was doing some debriefs from her latest string of missions. Grabbing your tea, you made your way back to relax in bed.

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The party was tonight and you checked the alarm clock on the nightstand. You had most likely three hours until you’d start getting ready.

You were excited about the party. How could you not be? It would be a perfect excuse to relax and enjoy yourself with Natasha after she’d been on mission after mission these past few weeks. You’d hardly seen her at all and you missed her. Nat didn’t necessarily like these parties, though, and you were waiting for her to find an excuse to get out of it. If she just asked you, you’d ditch too just to hang out with her.

Sighing happily, you flipped through pages of your magazine, sipping at tea and feeling rather content.

You looked up at a sound in the doorway. Natasha currently stood, paused just before entering the room, her nose twitching and red. It wasn’t hard to tell that she was sick.

“H’ndxh! h’htsch! ‘ttsch!”

"My goodness, Natasha, if you needed an excuse, I could have made up something instead of you running yourself ragged just to catch a cold,” you chided.

“H’h...hmpsch!”

“Okay, okay, come here,” you murmured, pulling her towards the bed. “Bless you,” you added, almost as an afterthought.

“I didn’t want to go,” your girlfriend admitted. “But I didn’t purposefully get sick.”

You just hummed, fluffing up the pillows and pulling the blankets snug around her. Natasha brought an elbow up and let out a chesty cough, causing you to furrow your brows.

“I've never seen you this sick,” you frowned. She looked up at you with watery, tired eyes and you sighed. “This is why we don’t take on several missions with no sleep and run ourselves into the ground. When did you get sick?”

“On this last mission. When I got home late last night it got worse,” she answered, reaching for a tissue from the box on the nightstand.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” you asked softly, your hand resting on her shin over the blankets.

“You were sleeping.”

You rolled your eyes, before cupping her cheek. “Always wake me if you do not feel well.”

She stayed silent, tending to her nose instead of replying. You pulled out your phone, texting Steve that you would not be making it to the party. You then put in an order for delivery from Natasha’s favorite restaurant for some soup and food for you.

“You will need to pick a movie,” you hummed, enjoying the little smile that formed on Nat’s lips at the thought of staying in bed together. As much as she loathed being stuck in bed sick, she loved when you took care of her. Natasha loved just being able to spend uninterrupted time with you and though she’d kill anyone who said it out loud, she loved that you doted on her. You were the only person she’d let do it.

“I also ordered some soup. Did you take anything?”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at her nod. “How many hours ago?”

“Three,” Natasha answered, before sneezing three times into her sleeve.

“Bless. You can take more in three more hours, then.”

You felt her forehead, happy to not feel an unusual warmth. She swatted your hand away after a moment, sticking out her bottom lip, something she only did when she was sick and needy.

“Just lay with me, please. Until the food arrives.”

“Have you thought of a movie?” you questioned, smirking. Whether she had or not, she nodded, reaching out for you. You laughed but joined her under the covers anyway, tucking her hair behind her ears.

“I missed you these past few weeks,” you admitted, enjoying the warmth of her embrace and the sound of her adorable little sniffles.

“Me too.”

Your phone dinged and you reached for it again, gently shifting the two of you.

“Steve said feel better. And he wishes you would have sneezed on him so that he wouldn’t have to go to the party either,” you giggled.

“There’s still time.”

You laughed, pressing a kiss to her hair before putting your phone away.

#natasha x reader #my fic #whump #whumpfic #marvel whump #avengers #sickfic

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budzdorovanatasha · 3 years

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So your bagelverse is my favorite series ever and I was just rereading a fic and remembered that Nat and Sharon are together in this so I was wondering if you’d ever write something for natsharon in this AU? Maybe Bucky got Nat sick and Sharon’s doting over her or something like that if you’re interested?

Oh, anon, this is such a sweet prompt... 💗I hope you enjoy some fluff and cuddling and a very sensitive, sick Natasha... 🥺

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Natasha’s still asleep when Sharon gets up to shower and make tea, but by the time Sharon returns to the bedroom, she can tell Nat’s awake. The quiet rustle of blankets, a couple small coughs, a soft snuffle into the pillows. The tiny sigh of frustration as she pushes her face into the pillows and tries to force herself back to sleep again.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Sharon murmurs and sits down on the bed next to Natasha. Their bed is warm and comfortable, and it’s always nice to curl back up with tea before getting ready in the morning. “Are you ready to get up? Or is your cold keeping you in bed today?”

Sharon only gets another sniffle in reply. Not that she’s surprised--Nat’s about two or three days into this cold and it’s almost all heavy congestion. Not much of a sore throat or cough, only a very, very stuffy head and nose, and only a handful of scattered sneezes to help break it up. Of course, if she’d just given into her cold at the start, letting Sharon coddle her a little with tea and tissues and a pile of soft blankets, she might not be here, completely stuffed up and worn out with it.

Not that Sharon’s at all surprised by that, either. Natasha had done one longer mission a few weeks ago, then ran point on a shorter one only two days later. Somewhere between debriefs and both post- and pre-mission meetings, she’d managed to pick up the cold Barnes had had about a week ago.

Well, they had worked together on that second, shorter mission, and Bucky had come home with dark circles under his eyes and a congested rasp to his voice that made Steven frown at him as soon as he saw Bucky.

That’s probably what Natasha’s in for, too, poor baby, and Sharon cannot help but snuggle up to her in bed.

Sharon kisses Natasha’s shoulder through the blankets, then kisses her hair and tells her to go back to sleep. Nat shakes her head, though, and slowly wakes up while Sharon drinks her tea and checks her phone.

After finishing her tea, Sharon decides she needs to get at least half-dressed. Nat looks almost ready to doze off again after a cup of hot, sweet tea, stuffy nose and all. Once she’s at least somewhat ready to start her day, Sharon can come curl back up next to Nat and coax her back to sleep.

Sharon has two meetings, one this morning and one in the afternoon, and a few phone calls she needs to make before the first one. For the day to go as smoothly as possible, she has to sell herself as well as the latest SHIELD project, and that means choosing the right outfit.

The perfume she chooses has to match, too, and today she goes with something soft and a little spicy. A subtle, complex vanilla with hints of lemon, ginger, and pink pepper. A slight sharpness over the warmer base notes.

She holds the bottle up to give a quick, experimental spray to test the scent just to make sure. The mist lingers in front of her, then dissipates, and Sharon can catch the peppery notes beneath the warm vanilla as it settles on her skin.

Perfect, she thinks. The cream silk blouse along with her navy suit, with gold accessories will work for all her appointments today. If she has time, she’ll pull her hair back into a french twist.

It’s all strategy.

Just as she chooses matching shell-pink bra and underwear, she hears a tiny gasp from the bed. Natasha gives the smallest oh of surprise and when Sharon looks back at her, her nose is wrinkled and lips parted. She nods briefly, as if confirming something to herself, then runs her index finger beneath her nose with the itchiest little sniffle.

That’s enough to distract Sharon. Natasha sneezes so rarely, even when she’s sick like this, that each one is an event. Yesterday, she sneezed maybe three or four times, but each one took so much of her attention and energy, with a long, drawn-out, quivering build-up that resulted in a release violent enough to shake her small frame. Even hearing her sneeze from across the apartment revealed just how strong her cold sneezes were.

So, of course Sharon turns to watch, smiling, then making a soft sound of encouragement when Nat’s eyelashes flutter and her pink nose trembles. The build-up is silent at first and Sharon can tell her girlfriend is struggling, her shoulders trembling as she tries to get herself to just sneeze.

“hihh… ihHihh-H--?” Natasha’s chin quivers as she tries to coax the tickle forward. Her nose quivers, too, already flushed dark pink and tender around the edges from her cold. She twitches her nose, then tips her head back a little, then a little more, then her whole body holds still and tense before she practically shudders out a sneeze.

“ihh… hDTSHissshhiooo!”

For all the suspense, the sneeze looks as if it catches Natasha by surprise. One hand halfway to her face, she sneezes freely and unchecked, a rare occurrence for her, especially with a cold. Instead of her usual sharp, feminine stifles, this sneeze sounds as if she couldn’t control it if she tried.

“Bless you!” Sharon exclaims, warmly, and sits back down on the edge of the bed in her robe, then slides in closer when Natasha’s eyes suddenly squeeze shut.

“uhH--TSHiooo!” A smaller, sudden sneeze bursts out against the index finger tucked under her nose, red hair falling over her pale shoulders.

Natasha blinks and sniffles, touching her nose gingerly, and gives a little shiver as she recovers. Her poor nose quivers again, too, and she rubs at it as she sniffles, making it clear how itchy and congested she is this morning.

“Excuse mbe,” she agrees, still sounding a little stunned. “I th-hhh!” Another soft gasp cuts her off and Nat gently nudges the tip of one knuckle against her nose to try and get it under control. “Your p-perfumbe....”

“Aww, did it tickle you, baby girl?” Sharon slips in closer to Nat, watching as her nose desperately trembles, both the end of her nose and the irritated edges of her nostrils. “I bet it feels really good to sneeze, though, hmm?”

Nat gives a reluctant nod, though Sharon knows she really can’t disagree. First, because she’s approaching another sneeze and her nose must tickle too madly for her to talk; second, because it must feel amazing to sneeze more than once with a head stuffed full of all that itchy, heavy congestion.

She still resists it, though, rubbing at her nose and grabbing tissues to muffle a few short, stuffy blows. Her nose is only more red and sensitive when she lowers the tissues, though, and one quick touch against the end from Sharon sends it quivering madly once more.

“That was cruel,” Nat says, but there’s no heat in her voice, and instead a warm fondness.

“Strategic,” Sharon corrects her, but with the same fondness, as she traces a teasing line down the length of Nat’s nose. It feels warm to her touch and the end twitches when she brushes the tip of her finger over it. “Also, you have a very, very cute nose.”

“... oh…” Another tiny, soft sigh, and Natasha tips her nose away from Sharon’s touch. Not that it helps, not with how being sick has made her so much more sensitive, even if she hasn’t been sneezing much without extra incentive.

The process is a little less drawn out this time, thanks to the closeness of Sharon’s perfume and that strategic, ticklish touch to her nose. Natasha draws in a few slow, building breaths, lips parting again and eyelashes fluttering against that tickle.

“hIhhh--Uhh-HH--” She struggles again, right on the edge, and gives a very tiny, very congested sniffle. It’s enough to make her nose tremble, though, and she shakes her head like she’s trying to simultaneously chase the sneeze away and coax it out.

“Natalia,” Sharon says, her voice low and sweet, and slips her arms loosely around Nat’s waist. She can’t help it; she always wants to hold Nat when she’s like this, when she lets herself be like this: soft, vulnerable, sick.

When the tickle overwhelms her, it’s with that same violent, shuddering strength that doesn't make her sneezes any louder, but more forceful.

“h’Uhhh-- HDTcsh’aaa!” Nat half-stifles the sneeze against a loose fist, then scrubs at her nose. That sneeze was almost too much for her to contain, her shoulders jerking as she stifled it back, and now her nose so irritated that she has to keep rubbing at it repeatedly.

“uhh--HUSSH’iiiooo!” Futilely, too, as another loose, unchecked sneeze bursts out and her body shudders against Sharon’s.

“Bless you, bless you…” Sharon tucks a kiss behind Nat’s ear, then nuzzles into her hair with a pleased little sound. When Nat coughs, she makes a curious one.

“uhh-CHsshiooo!” Nat tacks on another of her smaller, softer sneezes, angling her head side but pointing her nose down towards the blankets, and finally makes a small pleased sound of her own. “Oh, bless mbe,” she murmurs, tired and stuffy and relieved.

Warmth spools like spun honey inside Sharon and she slips her hand up under the loose, soft black tank top Nat wore to sleep.. Nat turns right into the touch, her whole body warm and soft and inviting, and when she kisses Sharon, she brushes her nose back and forth over Sharon’s a few times.

Those stuffy, itchy sniffles get the better of her pretty quickly, and Nat just rubs at her nose over and over again until Sharon hands her tissues. Just like before, her blows are quick and quiet and congested, and her nose is red and sensitive when she lowers them.

“Maybe you can be strategically late this morning,” Nat murmurs, tucking her nose into the crook of Sharon’s neck and reaching to pull her back in close. “Just stay home a little longer?”

“Hmm, I think I might be able to arrange that. Just this once,” Sharon adds, nuzzling affectionately into Nat’s soft, sleep-messy hair. She can probably fit in another cup of tea and another half hour of fussing at Nat in bed like this.

#I love this sm #thank you for writing it!#incredible #you are literally a genius #fic rec:natsharon

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budzdorovanatasha · 3 years

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I love all the little fics! They're amazing, thank you so much for writing

So glad you love them, hopefully more will be out tonight.

#my words #asks #answered

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budzdorovanatasha · 3 years

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Sneezing from the chlorine in the pool maybe 😊

I got two requests for this one! I may do the other still!

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"Jump in," you whined to Natasha, who was eyeing the pool with a bit of hesitation. She sent you an amused glance, to which you gave puppy dog eyes.

Rolling her eyes, she took off her sunglasses and dived in, in a manner that would have received a ten at the olympics. As soon as she resurfaced, you swam over to her, her arms instinctively wrapping around you.

"I'm so glad you came in," you smiled, pecking her lips. She wrinkled her nose, sniffing hesitantly.

"It smells strongly of chlorine in here."

As if to prove her point, she took a sharp inhale and turned her head to the side, pushing you away slightly.

"H'htscchioo!"

"Bless you," you giggled.

"Thanks. Did you add more chemicals?"

"No, I only did what the pool guy said. Five scoops."

"He said three, babe," Natasha deadpanned, crinkling her nose once more.

"Don't-" you began, shrieking when she pushed you aside once more. This time though, she brought her hands up to cover her face.

"h'htschoo! H'mpschioo!"

"Bless you. Okay, maybe you should get out."

#natasha x reader #my fic #requests #requested #whump #whumpfic #marvel whump #sickfic #snzfic

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budzdorovanatasha · 3 years

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Wow that was fast! Thank you!

No problem! Feel free to request more :)

#my words #asks #answered

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budzdorovanatasha · 3 years

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84. “You know that I’m allergic to that, right?” With R x Nat, pls? I love the new additions to the prompt list!

Thank you so much! I actually had this little blurb in my drafts because I was writing little things, so I just pasted it here!

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“I brought in that plant from the terrace,” Natasha announced, closing the door behind her and setting the plant down on the island next to you. She shrugged off her coat, hanging it on the rack near the door before coming towards you.

“You know that I’m allergic to that, right?” you asked, wrinkling your nose already.

“What?”

“’tsch! h’ttsh! h’h..hmphschoo!”

Your fiancee was quick to take the plant away, setting it outside the door before grabbing the nearest box of tissues.

“I’m so sorry, babe,” she murmured, rubbing your back while you tried your best to not sneeze again. After muffling a rather painful sounding sneeze into a tissue, she pressed her lips to your temple.

“Bless you, I’m going to get the meds.”

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #my fic #requests #requested

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“every time you bleed for reaching greatness” 1k followers celebration ↳ Natasha Romanoff for @shurii

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85. Please don't sneeze on me, sounds very interesting for nat and R

I went with the classic trope for this one, since I have another request for this prompt

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"In there," you huffed, nodding towards the closet.

"This cannot be happening," Natasha muttered.

She wasn't wrong. This was far too cliche, yet here you were, moving into a closet to hide from the bad guys. And to further the complications, your girlfriend was sick.

Nat hadn't been this sick in years. She hardly caught any sort of bug, and it was still a mystery as to how she got this one, but it was the worst cold she'd ever had.

Which somehow didn't deter her from going on the mission.

Shutting the closet door quietly behind the both of you, you let your eyes adjust to the dark and then looked around. You were pressed up against each other, so much so that you could feel the rise and fall of the other's chest as they breathed.

Which is how you knew when your girlfriend had to sneeze. The change in her steady breathing had you giving her a look.

"Please don't sneeze on me," you whispered under your breath. Nat looked as though even the thought was ridiculous, but you weren't so sure as her breath continued to hitch.

You had to give her credit, it looked as though she was fighting it, but even the Black Widow couldn't fight off the world's nastiest cold. As soon as her eyes shut and her nostrils flared, you knew this wasn't going to end well. By the time you'd even considered pinching her nose shut, she was already pitching forward slightly into you with a silent, stifled sneeze.

"Sorry," she whispered, trying not to sniffle.

"I'm just glad you know how to hold it in," you chuckled softly. "Bless you."

#natasha x reader #my fic #requests #requested #sickfic #snzfic #whump #whumpfic #marvel whump

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Prompt - the power goes out in the trailer but Nat is sick. She was so soft in that scene 🥺

She was so soft in that scene!

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The two of you were sitting at the bench to the kitchen table, clad in sweatpants and t-shirts as you ate dinner. A James Bond film played on the laptop and rain could be heard from outside. The sounds of Natasha’s soft sniffles filled the air, from both her shower and the fact that she’d caught a cold.

Her sniffles were beginning to increase in frequency and it wasn’t long before she ducked down to the side away from you with a small sneeze.

“huh..H’tsschoo!”

“Bless-”

The power went out, effectively putting both of you on high alert. You both listened silently for any noise that would indicate an intruder or ambush. Sensing none, you got up, telling Nat to stay put. Rolling your eyes when she didn’t listen, you handed her an extra gun and moved your way through the trailer, scanning for any signs of other life. Finding none, you exited, keeping a careful watch while heading for the generator.

Thankfully, it appeared that no one had found you. The generator seemed to be the only issue.

“It’s too late to go get another,” you mumbled after you both attempted to fix the generator you did have with no success.

“Guess we’ll manage without power for the night.”

“It’s going to get cold,” you frowned, remembering the low temperatures forecasted for the night.

“It’s f-fi..heh’htsch! It’s fine.”

“Yeah, I’m totally convinced.”

Natasha sent you a glare, before having to turn away to scrub at her uncooperative nose.

“Let’s go inside,” you murmured, your hand falling to her back before she could even respond. You gently pushed her towards the door, not failing to notice the lack of rebuttal coming from her.

“You’re already shivering, you need another hot shower,” you muttered under your breath.

“The water was not hot.”

She was right, it had not been warm at all. It had kept her shivering for half an hour even after you’d held on tight to her under the covers.

“I could go out and get-” you began to offer before she cut you off.

“No.”

“But-”

“No.”

In one way, you suppose you should have been touched that she wanted you to stay so bad. Yet in another way, it told you just how bad she must have been feeling.

“I used to have candles here,” Natasha muttered, searching through some drawers. You hummed and moved to the back fo the trailer, pulling out a sweatshirt from her bag.

“Put this on,” you instructed softly, holding out the piece of clothing. She took it without a word, pulling it over her head with a liquid sniffle. You resumed her search trying to find any candle that might have been left.

“Found some,” you alerted, grabbing a few and the lighter. “The only light and heat we’ll have.”

“We’ll be fine.”

“We have no other choice.”

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