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goldenempyrean · 1 year
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sick!reader x natasha where nat gets home from a month long mission and learns from their friends that reader is miserable with a cold. however the spy knows how stubborn you are and wants to see how long you can pretend you’re fine until you accept being taken care of
Everything's Gonna Be Okay
Oh damn, this was meant to be a short little fic... Well here I am 3 and a half hours after starting... Oops, ALSO! I did actually edit this, I know, Im shocked too dw. (Pls for the love of God and my sanity ignore any mistakes i've missed.)
Summary: Natasha's been away for so long. Shes finally coming home, nothing can go wrong. Only it does, of course it does.
Wordcount: 3580
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Natasha gave a much-needed sigh of relief as she finally stepped onto solid ground, she never thought she’d ever be so happy to be home again. Nat had been sent away on a long deep-undercover mission and in total she had been away for about a month, however as of the nature of the mission, keeping in close-contact wasn’t possible. The only communication you received was via small hand-written letters, and they meant the world to you. though they were small you’d kept ahold of every one, keeping them safely tucked in your bedside drawer, re-reading them before you’d turn in to sleep each night. 
Which is why you had been so excited for Nat’s return; you’d even deep cleaned your shared bedroom so everything would be perfect for her arrival. Nothing should’ve gone wrong. If only everything went how you’d planned... 
~~~ ~~~ 
You’d gone to bed a little later that night, feeling a little more tired than usual, you wanted to have plenty of energy for tomorrow. That’s probably when you woke up that next morning, your body washed with fatigue and the feeling of a migraine settling in, you felt your eyes grow teary. How could this happen today? Of all days for you to get sick, why today? 
No. You pulled yourself from the bed, as you stood a wave of dizziness fell over you, sending you scrambling to grip the bedpost to steady yourself, ignoring your body's cries to remain laying down. You gave yourself a moment to adjust before forcing yourself to remake the bed behind you. There was no time to be sick today. 
You tried to sniffle, but you couldn’t. Now that you thought about it, you had been breathing through your mouth the whole morning. You twitched your nose and sniffled again, trying to get some air through your nose to no avail. You rolled your eyes, could today get any worse?  
You regretted asking yourself that question a second later when you found yourself pulling off Nat’s red hoodie (the one you’d been sleeping in for the past week) feeling an uncomfortable warmth begin to settle over you. Maybe a shower would help, you thought before making your way over to your bathroom. 
Stepping into the tiled room, you turned on your shower and waited for it to get warm, feeling dizzy again, you put your hands on the counter to steady yourself and looked up at the mirror. You felt yourself physically cringe at the sight. God, saying you looked awful would be a huge understatement, your eyes had dark circles beneath them, it looked like you hadn't slept in weeks.  
The mirror slowly began to fog up, reminding you of the shower which was running behind you. Pulling open the door, you were hit by a cascade of warm steam. It felt amazing and you could feel your congestion start to loosen a little. 
Only your delight lasted for a second, a familiar sensation creeping into the bridge of your nose. Stepping into the shower, you were only able to enjoy the feeling of the water briefly before the sensation in your nose grew to an irritating tickle. 
“Hhup’tshiew! Hh-’iishiew! HHe’TSHHIEW!” Your body bent forwards at the waist as you sneezed down into your hands before washing them off under the water, you grimaced at the sound you made, knowing it was only the first of many to come. You sighed, your stuffiness returning in an instant, though you really didn’t get long to dwell on it before you began coughing into your fist. 
It took you about 30 seconds to finally stop, “Well that was attractive.” You spoke for the first time today, finding your sarcastic tone had a painful-rasp to it, your consonants blurred by congestion. Although nobody was there to hear you, you found yourself cringing at the sound of yourself. Taking a deep breath, you could feel your chest crack, you looked upwards, allowing the water to fall directly onto your face. It was obvious today was going to be a very long day.
 You let yourself spend longer than usual in the shower, stepping out of the warm water, your body shivered and you rushed to wrap yourself within a towel. Getting changed was a task which proved harder than you thought, every time you removed the towel, small goosebumps ran down your arms, making your wrap yourself back up, desperate for warmth. Eventually though you managed to pull through and you changed into a pair of Nat’s sweatpants and a thick cotton-lined hoodie. 
It was almost 10:30AM by the time you’d wandered down into the compound kitchen in search of something to eat, you weren’t necessarily hungry but still you had to eat something. Nat didn’t like it when you didn’t have something for breakfast plus you were hoping that if you ate something then you’d feel a little better. 
Looking in the cupboards, you settled on having some Poptarts, you were reaching up to grab the box when Clint, Wanda and Bruce came into the kitchen together, they’d most likely just finished training.
“Morning Y/N.” Clint said cheerily as he came to sit at the island behind you, “Nat's coming home today.”  
“I'm aware.” You said bluntly, as you sniffled into the sleeve of your hoodie, taking two Poptarts and putting them in the toaster. 
“Woah, no need to get snappy.” Clint said throwing his hands up in fake-defence, you knew he was only joking but still, it pissed you off. 
“Can yo-” You stopped to muffle a small chesty cough into your hoodie, “Can you just stop?” You said with an irritated tone, turning around to glare at him. 
You half-expected him to return the gesture but instead you were met with looks of concern from him along with Wanda and Bruce who’d watched the whole thing unfold. 
“Y/N, honey,” Wanda’s soft voice said as she came to lean against the fridge, trying to get a closer look at you, “Clint was only joking, he didn’t mean to annoy you. You're sounding a little stuffy over there though, you feeling alright?” 
“It's okay,” You sighed, looking over to Clint, “Sorry, I overreacted and Wanda, I'm fine, don’t worry.” 
It was then that you felt your nose begin to tingle again, you fanned your face for a moment, in an attempt to somehow stave the tickle off but it didn’t help, you turned quickly to the side away from everyone as you sneezed into your elbow. 
“Hh-itshhiew! HhH’uptshiew!” You gave a small congested groan before reaching over to grab a tissue from the box sitting on the countertop. 
The three Avengers blessed you, exchanging glances between themselves. You didn’t notice however, as your Poptarts were ready a moment later. You grabbed a plate and put them onto it, taking a bite, you winced as you swallowed, the action angering the soreness at the back of your throat. You realised then that you really weren't hungry at all, you took another few bites before pushing the plate away from you. You’d only managed half of one. 
“It's not like you to leave food.” Bruce voiced the thoughts of everyone around you. 
You gave a weak shrug and pushed the plate infront of Clint, “You can finish it if you want.” 
He was about to take a bite of your half-eaten one when Wanda pushed it away mid-air, a red glow forming around it. 
“If Y/N’s sick, you don’t wanna catch that.” She him chided lightly. 
“Who said Im sick?” You looked over to her as you began to walk out from the kitchen, “I just happened to leave some food unfinished, that doesn’t mean Im sick, does it?” You said grumpily as you left. 
Wanda shook her head and shrugged at the others before following you out into the corridor, jogging up so she could walk aside you, following your lead as you made your way towards the lounge. 
“Mind if I tag along?” She asked politely, “You really don’t seem yourself today, did something happen with you and Nat? You’re normally buzzing with excitement every time she comes home.” 
“Nothing happened Wands,” You stopped walking, suddenly sneezing down into your hand, “I can't wait for her to come home obviously. Im just a little tired or something.” 
Wanda blessed you but gave you an uneasy look, she didn’t believe you but seeing how you’d gotten irritated at Clint earlier, she didn’t want to accidently annoy you. 
You and Wanda made your way into the lounge, settling on opposite sofas. You pulled a blanket around yourself, your hoodie doing little to keep you warm. You let Wanda pick something to watch, you didn’t really care, all you wanted was something to take your mind off the mind-numbing ache in your head. 
“Is Brooklyn-Nine-Nine alright?” She asked as she browsed through Netflix. 
“I don’t mind.” You sniffled, burying your head into the blanket as you coughed deeply, the noise causing Wanda to look over at you with worried eyes.
“You sound terrible.” She said as the intro to the series began to play.
 Looking up at her, it was obvious she was concerned, “Just something in my throat.” You grumbled, your voice coming out in crackled, raspy words rather than a flowing sentence, “Its fin- h- Hh'tshhiEW!” 
Wanda wordlessly got up and picked up the box of tissues from the coffee table in the centre of the living room and placed them firmly next to you, ignoring your glare. You couldn't help but feel weak, if you couldn’t hide your little cold from Wands, how on earth were you meant to hide it from Natasha.  
You and Wanda sat in silence for 2 episodes before you felt your nose begin to run causing you to begin sniffling repeatedly, it was then that you found yourself being thankful for her prior act, taking 2 tissues to blow your nose, you mentally thanked her, giving her a brief smile. 
Wanda looked over to you, she’d heard your thoughts and gave you a kind reassuring smile. 
You didn’t know it, but you were slowly falling asleep, your eyes growing heavier by the minute. You looked up to the clock on the wall, it was almost 12PM, meaning Nat would be home in afew hours. You yawned, maybe you’d just close your eyes for a minute... 
~~ ~~ 
Stepping off the Quinjet, Natasha could barely contain herself, finally she’d be able to see you! She didn’t waste any time, leaving the Quinjet loaded and her bags at the exit. She could clean up later, she had to see you first. 
She practically jogged down the halls towards your bedroom, expecting to find you waiting for her. 
“Im home bab-” She called out but stopped, realising the room was empty, she did notice how tidy it looked though, well except the random towel in the middle of the floor, but apart from that the room was almost spotless. 
Nat stopped to think for a moment before realising you were probably with the other Avengers, she said hello to Clint as she poked her head into the kitchen, scanning the room for you. 
“They’re with Wanda, in the lounge.” Clint called, answering her unasked question as he wiped down the countertops, cleaning up after himself. 
Nat thanked him before actually jogging towards the living room, she swung the door open and smiled seeing both you and Wanda sitting on the sofas. 
She was about to call out to you but stopped, seeing Wanda put a finger to her lips. She stood up and came over to Nat, pulling her outside. 
“What's up?” Nat asked, visibly confused at the witch’s actions. 
“I thought you should know, Y/N’s sick, they sounded dreadful earlier. They fell asleep about 3 hours and have barely moved an inch.” She explained, “Im glad you’re back though, how was it?” 
“It was alright, I missed everyone though.” Nat smiled and hugged her friend, “Thanks for telling me about Y/N too.”  
“Don't mention it.” Wanda smiled and left to go do something, allowing Nat to greet you privately. 
Natasha came back into the lounge, carefully coming to kneel infront of the sofa you were asleep on, “Hey baby.” She whispered, as she softly stroked your cheek, she recoiled her hand, instantly alarmed at the heat radiating from your face, “Wakey, wakey sweetie.” 
It took some more love from Nat before you slowly began to wake up, moaning softly as your eyes adjusted to the light in the room, you rubbed your wrist against your eyes as the image of Nat came into focus. 
“Did you have a nice nap baby?” She asked, helping you sit up. 
“Natty.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, sending you into a small fit of deep coughing. Only this time you had Nat to softly rub her hand down your back, “Sorry, something got caught in my throat there, when did you get back?” 
“About 10 minutes ago, when did you get sick?” She raised her eyebrow at you as you woozily stood up, quickly offering her arm out to support you. 
“What do you mean?” You asked, resisting the urge to sniffle. If there was anytime you needed your acting abilities to be flawless, it was now. You had a pretty rocky start but you could still make up for it.  
Nat gave you a curious look, “Wanda said you were sick?” Her words came as more of a question then a statement. 
“Oh.” You feigned surprise as you tried to discreetly clear your throat, “Well Im fine, never better.” You flashed her a small forced smile.  
‘Fine’ is probably the most misused word in the whole of the English language, you most certainly were not fine, even as you stood still it felt as if the room was spinning around, you but you did your best to act as if nothing was wrong. 
Now Natasha knew you were lying, it was obvious from your appearance alone, your eyes were tired and glassy, not to mention both your cheeks and nose were tinged red. But still, she was impressed at your perseverance, maybe that was why she went along with your scheme. She wanted nothing more than to wrap you up in her hands with tissues and a blanket but she just wanted to see how long it’d take for you to give in. 
“Maybe Wanda was wrong then.” Nat smiled at you knowingly, “You wanna go out for drinks later?” 
 You wanted to cry, you wanted nothing more than to go out for drinks with Nat but you knew there’d be no way you’d be going, “Sure, sounds nice, Im really happy you’re home ‘Tasha. I missed you so so mu-” Your trailed off, feeling the ever-present tickle in your nose grow. Not now. 
“Hhu’tshhiew! Hep’TSHHIEW!”  
“Oh bless you, my love.” Nat cooed, holding back the plethora of concerned words which were about to tumble from her mouth, “I thought you said you weren't sick?” 
“Im not,” You stammered, quickly rubbing the sleeve of your hoodie against your nose, “It was just two -Hh- rando- Hh'iishiew!- random sneezes, its nothing.” You sniffled wetly, reaching for the box of tissues which was still sat on the sofa behind you. 
Natasha was stuck. Her heart broke seeing you sick but she really was curious how long you would deny it for, she thought for a moment, if you got any of worst then she’d take matters into her own hands. 
“Have you eaten yet?” You asked, even through your fever, her welfare was still at the top of your mind. 
“No, but I could use a drink though.” She fibbed, hearing the rasp behind your voice, it was clear you needed water. 
“M’Kay, we should go get you one then.” You mumbled, linking your arm with hers as you both left the lounge to go to the kitchen. 
Entering the kitchen, you let yourself sit down on one of the stools at the island as Nat grabbed two glasses from the cupboards, pouring water into each. 
“Here baby.” She said lovingly, sliding it over to you. 
You thanked her and drank it, the cool water feeling amazing against the burning of your throat, “Did you already unpack?” 
“Not yet,” She replied, sipping her water, “I’ll do it later.” 
“You need a hand?” You offered, praying she’d decline your offer, you really weren't too confident in your lifting abilities at the moment. 
“Aw thanks baby but I think I’ll be okay.”  
You sat silently, waiting for Nat to finish her water when you started sniffling, feeling your nose begin to run again. You eyed up the tissues on the counter opposite, but grabbing them would be an instant sign to Nat that something was wrong so you opted for trying to discreetly rub your nose against your hoodie. 
However, the action only seemed to irritate your nose further, sending an intense tingle to the bridge of your nose. 
“Hh’k-tshhiew! Heh’iiishiew! Hh..H..HHitsshiew!” 
“Bless you, bless you!” She exclaimed, her worry slipping into her tone as she spoke, “You need a tissue?” 
You nodded, as you swiped a handful from the box which she offered out to you. You blew your nose softly, though it did little to ease your discomfort. You sighed, fanning your hand infront of your face, feeling that familiar warmth from earlier that morning come over you again. 
You tried to ignore it, but it slowly became unbearable, you raised your arms, pulling off the cotton hoodie, revealing your black sports bra. 
Natasha looked over you, puzzled, before noticing that your fever-flushed cheeks had darkened further. Right. This had gone too far now. 
She firmly pressed her palm to your forehead without warning, letting out a string of curses in Russian as she felt your raging fever. 
“Shit, Y/N. You feel like a furnace. Enough, I know you’re sick, I’ve known the whole time, it's gone too far now.” 
What? Her words barely formed coherent sentences in your foggy mind, how did she know? You’d hidden it so well. Small beads of sweat began to form and run down your hot skin and you groaned in discomfort, longing for her love. 
“Natty-” You spluttered off into a series of deep coughs, your chest convulsing as you coughed down into your elbow. Natasha had rushed to your side and began running circles down your back, slowly helping you regain your breath. 
“Baby I don’t feel good.” 
“I know sweetie, I know.” Nat kissed your cheek before grabbing a tissue to wipe your running nose, “You need to get into bed, come on.” 
You nodded and opened her hand out towards you. 
You stood and the world span around you, your peripheral vision fading black suddenly as your knees buckled under yourself and you felt the weight of gravity pull you down. You thought you were going to hit the ground when sudden you felt yourself being lifted upwards. Natasha’s fast reaction had allowed her to slip one arm beneath your knees and another behind your back, safely catching you in her arms as you lifted you up in the bridal position. 
She held you for a moment before releasing a deep exhale, “Jesus Y/N. You scared the shit out of me, don’t ever do that again,” She brought her head and pressed it softly against yours, “Poor baby, you’ve been so strong but we need to get you to bed now, okay?” 
You nodded woozily, Natasha continued to whisper sweet nothings to you as she carried you, her strong arms supporting you. Your eyes fell closed for a moment and the next thing you knew, you were being lowered down onto your bed, Natasha’s anxious green eyes looking down at you. 
“I guess we’re not going out for drinks then?” Your words were mumbled but you saw her give a slight smirk at your humour. 
“No baby, we’ll go out when your well.” 
“Sorry your first day back was so eventful, I wanted you to be able to relax.” You sighed, with a damp sniffle, rubbing your nose against the blanket which Nat had pulled over you. 
“You’re okay baby, you’ve done so much today. You just need to relax yourself, just lay here. That fever of yours is no joke, you need to rest.” 
Natasha opened your drawer, seeing if you had a thermometer at hand, what she wasn’t expecting to see though was her letters, “You kept these?” She asked, her eyes prickled with tears. She hadn't expected you to keep them, her mission had been hard and seeing her letters only reminded her of how much she’d missed you. 
“They remind me of you so I wanted to keep them.” Your words were slurred but she understood you anyway. 
She honestly wasn’t sure why she thought you wouldn’t keep them. Seeing them lit a little flame in her heart, she leant down to your side and planted a soft kiss on your lips, “I’ll never leave you again baby, okay? Im here.” 
You muffled another deep cough into the blanket as Nat regained her composure, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. She came and slid into bed beside you, sitting upright. You shuffled backwards so you were laying on her, your head on her chest, listening to the steady beating of her heart as she softly ran her hand through your hair. 
“Everything’s gonna be okay.” 
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lots-of-pockets · 1 year
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Everythings gonna be okay
Pairing: Scarlett x you
Words: 2078
Warnings: none that I know of
Summary: You and Scarlett had recently broken up. When you go to her house to pick up the last of your things, you see that she was nowhere to be found. Despite your better judgment, you decide to go and investigate. The sight that greets you all but breaks your heart.
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You let out a near silent curse when you ring the doorbell for the third time and receive no answer. All you wanted to do was grab the rest of your things. You'd taken most of it the day you'd both decided to end things, but there were a few heavier items -such as your desktop computer- that you were unable to take with you due to the sheer size and weight.
Using your key was a last resort, something you didn't want to have to do unless it was absolutely necessary because, as much as it breaks your heart to admit, you weren't her girlfriend anymore. You couldn't just come and go as you please. That privileges was out the window the second you'd broken up.
But apparently you didn't have a choice, because the longer you stand here, the more evident it becomes that she wasn't going to answer the door. Your key slides into the lock with that same familiar ease, and your eyes take in the familiar sight of her entry way as you tentatively push open the door and step inside.
It looked the exact same, except for the light layer of dust lining each and every surface. Weird. Scarlett was, in the most polite way possible, a clean freak. She liked order and often became grumpy when things were even the slightest bit out of place.
You go to blame it on her just being busy, but the sight in the living room immediately halts you in your tracks. There were tissues everywhere, and there was that slight smell in the air of sweat and just overall sickness. You hate the fact that your stomach sinks in concern, because there was only one rational thing that could explain this.
Scarlett was sick, and had obviously been so for quite some time.
You couldn't help but freeze on the bottom of the staircase in a silent debate on whether or not you should go up. The part of you that was still very much in love with her wanted nothing more than to take care of her. But the ugly part of you, the one who was still so hateful over the ugly breakup wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of here.
She'd been the one to distance herself. She'd been the one to not make time for you, and she'd been the one who'd told you to pack your things and get the hell out of her sight. Why should you repay that with kindness? Because you loved her, that's why. And despite the fact she'd broken your heart, the last thing you wanted was to see her suffer.
It wasn't like you. It never had been, and it never would be.
With a defeated sigh, you grasp the hand rail and begin to ascend the long staircase. You make it to the top in no time, and find yourself hesitating for only a short second before making your way down the hall towards the bedroom you'd once called your own.
You stand there like an idiot for what feels like forever before you finally find the courage in you to grasp the handle, and and as you push down, that same smell that had greeted you downstairs, only a little more intensified, was quick to fill your nostrils.
Scrunching up your nose in slight disgust, you enter the room and softly close the door behind you.
The curtains were closed encasing the room in a heavy darkness, but that doesn't stop you from being able to make out Scarlett's small figure laying in the centre of the large bed. You warily make your way over, and the first things you notice were the red tinged nose and quiet snores escaping her slightly parted lips. Her skin was pale, but her cheeks were flushed, signalling she had quite the fever, and you notice her body was trembling almost violently.
Before you could stop yourself, your hand was reaching out and brushing away the sweaty strand hair that had fallen into her face. That action almost immediately rouses her, and you wince slightly as her eyes blearily flicker open.
"Hi," you murmur, tentatively perching yourself on the end of the bed. "You're sick."
Scarlett furrows her eyebrows, almost as though she couldn't quite believe you were here. Her eyes, glassy from the fever induced haze were bloodshot, pupils huge telling you that she hadn't been getting very much sleep.
Her trembling hand reaches out for you, and you only hesitate briefly before taking it, the pad of your thumb instinctively grazing over the almost too warm skin.
Then, without any warning, her eyes fill with tears, her bottom lip trembles, and she was letting out a stifled sob before attempting to sit up. You frown in concern as you scoot yourself a little closer, leaning forward and slipping an arm beneath her body before tugging her to your chest. She lets out wet, gravely sounding cough when her sobs catch in her throat, and you wince at the painful sound as you use your other hand to cup the back of her head.
"It's okay," you murmur into her hair, "you're okay. I'm here. I've got you."
Scarlett let's out a choked sob as she shakes her head, and you let out a soft, defeated sigh as you hold her as close as you could. She smelt less than pleasant, so you knew once of your tasks today would be getting her into the shower.
This was the last thing you'd expected to happen. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you'd expected her to be mad for invading her space. To tell you to go away just as she'd done no more than a week ago. A part of you still expects that to happen, because you knew this whole emotional mess was just her fever talking. She didn't actually want you here, but you couldn't just leave her to cry.
You hold her close for a few silent moments before easing her body back down onto the bed, bringing your hands up to cup her cheeks. "I'm going to get you some medicine, okay?" You gently wipe away the tears with the pads of your thumbs.
Scarlett's trembling hands reach to grasp your wrists, almost as though she was silently pleading to you to not let go.
Her touch sends shivers throughout your whole entire body, and you just about manage to refrain from pulling yourself of her her grasp as you force the corners of your lips into a small smile.
"It's okay," you reassure, "I'll be back."
Thankfully, though she visibly hesitates, Scarlett does let you go, and you try and make your breath of relief as subtle as possible as you make your way through to the bathroom. In here was just as, if not worse than her bedroom, and you make a mental note to give it a thorough clean before you leave as you grab the Tylenol and cough medicine from the cabinet.
When you make your way back through to her bedroom with your arms full, you notice that Scarlett was now sat up against the headboard of her bed. She appears to be staring into space, and your lips quirk up at the corners in slight adoration as you climb in next to her.
"Here," you murmur, pouring the correct dose of cough medicine into the small plastic cup before handing it over. Her trembling hand takes it, and she sniffles wetly as she tilts it back and swallows with only a slight grimace. You ignore the urge you have to praise her as you hand over the Tylenol and water, watching as Scarlett repeats the same steps as before.
This time, however, she must have swallowed wrong, because she begins to cough forcefully into her hands. You watch her, eyebrows furrowed in concern as you reach out to steadily pat her back.
"Take a deep breath, you're okay." You sooth, and Scarlett nods, trying her best to comply despite the fact she seems to be unable to catch her breath. Her chest heaves with each ragged exhale, and her already flushed cheeks taking on an even darker shade of red signalling not enough oxygen was getting into her lungs. You were forced to swallow the tightness in your own throat.
"Scarlett, breath." You instruct as you reach to grab the bottle of the water from the nightstand, your hand still firmly patting her back. Scarlett attempts to let out a hoarse breath, but she does no more than choke further.
By now, panicked tears were streaming down her cheeks, and you could feel your own heart beginning to pound. Hauling her body into your arms, you lay her down on her side and raise her arms above her head. You lay behind her propped up on your elbow, resting your hand against her heaving chest and rubbing firmly.
"You're okay. I'm here. You're okay." You sooth, pressing a tender kiss against the side of her head.
Scarlett let's out another wet cough before somehow managing to catch her breath, and it was only then does let out a soft sob. With tears in your own eyes, you tug her around to face you and pull her against your chest. You hold her as close as you could, your hand grazing soothing circles up and down her back. Your other hand cups the back of her head, fingers combing through her tangled tresses.
"I-I don't.. don't feel w-well." She chokes out as she desperately clutches at your shirt, and you nod as you press your lips against the top of her head.
"I know baby." You murmur, "I know."
She stifles another sob against you at the nickname, and you instinctively tighten your grasp around her. You hadn't meant to say it. It had just slipped out because that was all you ever used to call her. She's your baby. Or well, she was. You feel your throat tighten at the thought, and you swallow heavily to refrain from bursting into tears as you hold Scarlett close.
A comfortable silence soon falls upon you with the exception of her slightly hoarse breathing, and it wasn't long until you feel Scarlett fall limp against you signalling she'd fallen asleep.
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A few hours later, you find your self sat in the bathroom with your back to the tub. Scarlett was curled up in the water, sniffling softly as the hot water clears her congestion. Not a word had been spoken since earlier, but the silence surrounding you wasn't awkward. It was almost...comforting, which was surprising considering the circumstances.
But the silence doesn't last for long.
"I'm sorry." A quiet murmur.
You turn your head slightly, seeing the bare skin of her back from your peripheral vision, "For what? Getting sick? That's not your fault."
Scarlett sniffles softly, "No, not for that. For...for what happened. A week ago." She explains, her voice trailing off into a soft, trembling murmur.
You let out a soft breath as you twist a loose thread hanging off of your jeans around your finger, "You don't have to apologise. What happened, happened. It's in the past."
Everything was silent again, but the shuddering breath that escapes from Scarlett's lips does not  go amiss. It has you turning to face her, and your heart breaks when you see her crying silently. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and her bottom lip was trembling as though she was trying to hold back the onslaught of sobs.
"Scarlett..." you trail off, not knowing what to say.
Her lips quirk up into a sad smile as she wipes off her cheeks, "It's okay." She whispers.
With a soft sigh, you shift to your knees and lean forward to press a kiss to the warm skin of her forehead. As you pull away, you raise a hand to cup her cheek, the pad of your thumb grazing softly over her skin. "We'll talk. When you're better. Okay?"
"Okay." Scarlett murmurs, reaching up to cover your hand with her own.
**
I’m open to a part 2 if you guys want it!
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snzysapphic · 7 days
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Oooh maybe a sick sneezy sleepy Bucky out with (insert ship here), who keeps subtly finding ways to ask him if he wants to go home, but even tho Bucky is just so soft and full of cold, he’s passively determined to stay?
this is the second ask of yours i'm answering in a day - you're being pampered with bucky content :) i hope you don't mind i added some softkink!tony...
non-kink blogs and minors dni! thank you @imma-dragon for helping me write this
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Tony Stark looked around the (quite expensive) Avengers post-mission function, watching various socialites and superheroes mill about. There was a low buzz of chatter that acted as background noise to every thought. 
However, Tony couldn't keep his eyes from settling on a poorly-looking Bucky Barnes. He was sitting on a couch in the corner, nursing a drink with his eyes drooping shut. As casually as he could, he made his way across the room to Bucky, sitting down silently next to him.
"Wha- hmm? M'awake." Bucky blinked, taking a small sip from his glass. "Great party."
"Thanks." He chuckled softly, prideful. "You doing alright, Ice Ice Baby?" He asked, sipping his drink to hide the concern on his face. His hand found its way to Bucky's leg, rubbing it gently. A sweet, idle gesture.
Bucky hesitated but forced a smile. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He squinted, bringing a hand to hover in front of his face for a moment before letting out a breath.
"Bless you in advance,” Tony sighed, patting Bucky's knee knowingly. He glanced around, looking at the side table. The box of tissues there was nearly empty. Bucky must've been sitting here a while.
"I dohh'H!- don't need to sneeze," Bucky said firmly, sniffing. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I do." Tony replied, reaching an arm over Bucky to retrieve a couple of tissues. "You callin' me a liar?"
"No, I'm- nxXgnkt!! gxXNnn!- huhh..." Bucky ducked into his shoulder, stifling two strong sneezes. "What were you saying?" He sniffed dazedly, looking back at Tony. Clearly, he was trying to be attentive, no matter how miserable he felt.
"I'll wait until after you're done sneezing," he winked, nudging the tissues into Bucky's hand. "I know you've got one more in ya." He wrapped an arm around the back of the couch, which just so happened to be where Bucky's shoulders were. How convenient!
"What do you mean?" Bucky frowned, blinking to orient himself. "Wait, I gotta- hih’gNntt!-chhieww..."
"Mhm… bless you, Buck," Tony said softly, nudging the tissues into his hand. "You been sitting here all night?" His tone was soft and caring as his hand found its way to the back of Bucky's neck.
"Hmm? No, I was talking to Natasha at the bar before this. She recommended a vodka, but... I decided on a scotch instead." Absently, he brought a hand up to his nose, rubbing his index finger under his nostrils. "I remember rainy days with the Howling Commandos... one of my buddies brought a huge bottle to the camp. We would all play cards in the tent, just messing around and drinking scotch."
"Mhm? Sounds like fun." Tony seemed a bit distracted. He was listening, just… preoccupied. His hand traveled to Bucky's cheek, then his forehead. "Did we have the right scotch for you? Or do I need to fire somebody?" He wanted to make sure Bucky had everything he needed. This was his boyfriend, after all.
"It certainly burned less than I remember. That's probably a... hh’MMFF!!" Bucky snapped forward, muffling a harsh sneeze into his palm. "That's probably a good thing."
"God bless." He waited patiently for the next couple of sneezes. Bucky could never sneeze just once while sick. He tried to act casual as he continued. "You ready to crash after this? I know I am. It’s been a long-”
“hHuh'gxXTssch!! gTSH!" Bucky turned away from his boyfriend, sneezing into a nearby blanket when Clint walked by.
Tony carded his hand through Bucky's hair, sighing. Everyone nearby recognized the scene before them. Bucky’s denial of obvious illness was a common occurrence 
“God, sorry. Uh... I was hoping to get some work done after the party. snRF!"
"Mmm..." Tony continued to play with Bucky's hair, twirling a strand between his fingers. "Could it wait? I had some other plans for us." He cocked an eyebrow. 
Bucky scrubbed at his nose, eyelashes fluttering as he held back whatever expulsion was coming. "I- what plans?"
"Oh you know," he said in a sultry tone, pausing for effect. "Alcohol is a histamine..."
"What?" Bucky scrambled to sit up, looking around to see if anyone was listening. "I- hhuh'GXNN! h'gnXTSh!"
"Bless." Tony shifted to face his boyfriend head-on, speaking in a hushed voice. "So, you set down the scotch, and I'll replace it with something a little more worth your while..."
"Tony, I can't tonight. I'm-" Bucky struggled to devise an excuse that wasn't being sick. "I'm a bit tired. And uh- drunk? So I can't consent. snFL! Sorry."
Tony chuckled, pressing a kiss to Bucky's temple. "You feel warm, hon. Whaddya say, humor me, come back to our room, take a warm shower, watch a movie?"
"I don't feel warm." Bucky crossed his arms, pulling away. "I'm gonna get a drink."
"Why don't I come with you? I could use a top off..." Tony swirled the drink in his hand, standing up to follow his boyfriend.
Bucky made a small sound of affirmation, slumping down at the bar and running his nose along his sleeve. He was getting more and more sniffly. 
Meanwhile, Tony tapped the counter, ordering Bucky another drink. He decided to cut himself off for the night, for no other reason than to be of sound mind for Bucky. His hand rubbed small, idle circles on his boyfriend's (likely aching) back. Bucky had just been on a long mission; it wouldn't be surprising if everyone here was sore for a few days.
"Tony? I- Igottasneeze--" Bucky set down his drink, burying his nose in Tony's neck. "huhH-! h'gNTSHhuh!! AATSCHhhiuh! huSSCHHiuh! hdt’USSCHHIEWW!!!"
Tony blushed under the force of the sickly sneezes. "God bless,” he breathed out.
"I- I'b sorry, I just didn't kdow where to do it." Bucky swiped a hand under his nose, letting out a soft whimper. "I- I wanna go upstairs."
"I don't mind..." Tony stood up, holding out his hand. "Let's go, love. "
As soon as Bucky made it to their room, he collapsed on the bed, snuffling into the blankets. Silent tears ran down his face. Everything felt like such a big deal right now, like any minor inconvenience could send him into a full breakdown. Why did he have to have so many emotions?
Tony crawled into the bed next to him, acting as the big spoon (not their usual position). He pressed a kiss into Bucky’s hair. "Shh, shhh, it's alright.”
"I- I'm sorry I ruined your party!" Bucky scrubbed at his eyes, breath hitching, partially from the sobs attempting to escape, partially from an oncoming sneeze.
"Hey, hey, you didn't ruin anything, Bucky." Tony cupped his cheek, wiping at the mix of tears and snot dripping down his face.
Bucky nodded, hugging a pillow to his chest. "I think I'm gonna- hd’zZSCHHhh! I think I'm gonna sleep now. hgG’DSSCHHuh!!"
“Get some rest, Buckybot. I’ll be here.”
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bloomingflowersthings · 9 months
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Could u do florence pugh getting set off with allergies during an interview bc of perfume please
Sweet-smelling Interview
Author’s note: Hello everyone!!! I apologize for the lack of content lately, some rough things have happened to me so I wasn’t doing too well, I am planning on writing more though!! Thank you for your support and patience. I hope you enjoy it!! <3
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“Ladies!! We’re going to start soon, in 10 minutes, you should be in your places.” The filming director called for you and Florence.
The both of you were going to be in a buzzfeed interview today about your new movie, you were the director, and she was the leading role, everything was going fine.
“Hehktshoo!”
Well, as “fine” as it could go with your sneezy girlfriend.
Allergy season always hits Florence hard, even taking antihistamines she still finds herself sneezing a lot throughout the day.
“Bless you, did you remember to take your allergy pills?” You asked, glancing over Flo, who was trying to rub at her eyes without messing with her makeup.
“Well…” She started to speak, avoiding your gaze.
“Oh my god Florence, what did you do?”
“See, I was going to take them! But I used the last of it yesterday and forgot to buy more.” She said, trying to defend herself.
“You’re unbelievable sometimes-“
“Hi'tshiew! Hhhxxnt!” She turned away from you to catch two itchy sneezes in her elbow, sighing softly afterwards.
“Bless, my love, are you going to be fine without them?” You said, holding both of her hands.
“I’ll be okay.” She smiled and kissed your cheek.
With that, the both of you got to your places to start the interview.
She was not okay though, Laura, your interviewer was wearing a strong perfume, that was enough to bother you a little, and to send Flo’s allergies crazy. Her already sensitive nose was red and twitching, and she was doing everything in her power to avoid sneezing. But clearly, it wasn’t working.
“hhgxnt! h'tsh! ’nxgt!” She sneezed once more, stifling to avoid making a scene.
“Bless you!” You and the interviewer said in unison.
“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s happening to me today.” Florence said, blushing red at her lack of control.
“It’s okay! We’re gonna edit this part, are you sick?” She asked.
“No, it’s just allergies.”
The shooting continued, with a lot of stifled sneezes coming from your girlfriend, which made your worry grow, it was obvious she’d give herself a headache, but you couldn’t just tell her to stop, if you were in her place, you’d probably end up doing the same. You just wanted it to be over soon so you could take Florence home.
Thankfully, it took only about half an hour before the interview ended, and Flo rushed to the bathroom while you gathered your things.
Once you were done, you realized that she hadn’t come back yet, so you made your way to the ladies restroom, knocking lightly on the door before entering.
Florence was hunched over the sink, rubbing furiously at her eyes and nose, her breath hitching as she tried to stave of the need to sneeze.
“Flo, just let it out.” You said, sympathetically.
“Hh- What?”
“Just sneeze darling, this won’t make you feel any better.”
“I don -Hh- need -Hheh- to sne- hHEH’” She said between hitching breaths, stubbornly pressing her wrist over her nose, which made her loose the battle.
“Hhhxxnt! h'tsh! h'ktshi! hhgxnt! h’nxgt! Ow…” She said, wincing at the pressure in her head.
“Stop stifling, you'll hurt yourself." You chided lightly.
“Hhehh-Hikxxt! ’Nkxshh! Heh’kshuu! I’ll never stop sneezing that way, I think Laura’s perfume set me off, it was so strong.” She sniffled thickly, rubbing at her nose.
“Bless you, I think so too baby, and you were already sensitive without your meds, let me take you home, we’re gonna stop at the pharmacy, okay?” You said, getting the car keys from her purse, earning a glance from the sniffly blonde.
“You can’t drive home in your condition.” You said, getting a disposable mask from your pocket and giving it to her, “Here baby, put this on so the pollen doesn’t bother you too much while we walk to the parking lot.”
“Hhah'ktshi! ’tshoo! ’tshhiew!” She wiped her nose with some paper towels from the bathroom and put the mask on, “Thanks, can you take me home now pleeeease?” She whined, making you chuckle.
“Of course darling, let’s go.”
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Even though Florence had her mask on, as soon as the light breeze from the parking lot hit the both of you, she was set off again, and you interlocked your arms with hers so she wouldn’t stumble.
“Hhep’tshoo! h'ktshi! hk'kiktShIEw! Hi-HI-HIT'ShiEw!” She sneezed with her elbow pressed tightly over the mask.
“Bless, there’s tissues in the car, my dear.” You said as the both of you approached the car.
As soon as you both entered the car, Florence immediately reached for the small tissue box in the glove compartment.
“Hhah'ktshi! ’tshhiew! ‘hktshoo! Hh’itshoo! ’hktshoo! Ugh, I cant take this anymore.”
“Aww Flo, bless you.” You said, wiping her allergic tears and kissing her cheek. “We’ll get you feeling better in no time.”
She looked at you lovingly “Thank you for taking care of me Y/N, you’re my everything.”
“I’ll always take care of you.”
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lizziecanrailme · 1 year
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Idiot
Pairing: Rachel Weisz x actor!reader
Summary: You’ve fallen ill but still decide to go to work, until it gets too much.
Warning: Sickness, anxiety
A/N: I didn’t know what to name the title | “Ray” is your nickname for Rachel
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“Y/N this is the 3rd time we’ve had to retake, maybe we just do this tomorrow.” the director stated. Your lines kept getting interrupted by your sneezing, which was progressively getting worse.
What you didn’t know is that one of the staff called your wife. Now you were gonna be in big trouble.
“Hhh.. Hhi’tshhiuew” you sneezed once again, “CUT” the director shouted. “Y/n are you okay?” they asked, “Fine” you muttered. “Call Rachel” they uttered to one of the staff, who nodded.
You continued to sniff and walked over to your chair behind the cameras. Clearing your throat as you did so, it felt so dry and it was taking a toll on you. You laid the side of your head on your hand, feeling slightly comfortable.
You really thought you were gonna get through this. This morning wasn’t so bad, just a slight headache and coughing. But now you couldn’t get a few seconds without sniffling. The congestion caused you a great deal of irritation, you couldn’t even breathe through your nose.
The small headache now feeling as if someone was knocking on your skull. You just wanted to get this done.
“Hey honey” you heard an oh so familiar voice say. You looked up in shock to see Rachel, you knew someone had to have called her. You felt thankful but angry at the same time. You smiled weakly, still trying to keep up your facade.
“Oh hey Ray, what are you doing here?” you asked. “Well one of the staff said to come pick you up because you’re sick” she said in a highly concerned voice. “I’m not sick” you defended, but your body argued, “Hh’itshooo”.
Rachel let out a concerned noise, bringing her hand to you to forehead. She gasped at the strong heat that came from it. “On no sweetie, I don’t care how stubborn you’re going to be, we are going home right now.”
You knew that from her tone of voice there was no room to argue. She held her arm around your waist as you stood up. She said bye to the director, saying she’ll call in when you feel better.
You were thoroughly embarrassed, you had to get taken out of work by your wife. You stupid idiot, what if the director is angry with you? What if you lose your job? What if—. You were overthinking and your anxiety was taking over, your quickness of breathing caused you to have a coughing fit.
You felt your wife pat your back gently but with force. “Hey hey sweetheart, you’re gonna be okay” she reassured, then your fit stopped. You couldn’t help but feel tears in your eyes, you were being such a burden right now, Tears started falling down your cheeks, you couldn’t stop them.
Rachel noticed your sudden tears and was quick to pull you into a hug. “Aw honey, you’re going to be okay I promise, I’m gonna take care of you.”
You continued to sniffle, feeling your nose run due to the congestion. You were about to wipe your nose with your sleeve but Ray gave you a tissue. “I love you Ray” you whispered, “I love you too”
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A/N: This fic was ass
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zensations35 · 1 year
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Cleaning Up Asgard (TVA Loki AU)
Between Quantumania and the new Loki season, I had to write a fic for my favorite trickster. This is based in the AU where Loki is working for the TVA, correcting timelines and stuff. Got some banter, some brotherly love, some action, and ofc, some illness.
The portal widens enough to step through. The entryway into Asgard is as mystifying as ever. Sure, he’s used to seeing places from the past--places that have been wiped from existence--but Asgard…it’s just different. 
Different and the same.
Loki steps out of the portal, his boots clipping tiny echos across the marbled floor. He knows he’s alone in the chilly white blanched hall. Still, he must be quick. Patrols will be by soon. He inhales the familiar scents of magic, mutton, and nostalgia. That gripping deja vu he gets every time he takes a mission in his former home.
He doesn’t have time to reminisce though. He’s here because of…well, because of himself. What’s new?
This timeline is threatened because the Loki from this moment has received an offer from a higher power to kill Thor. Remove him from the playing board. Loki doesn’t know who is behind this--that is a whole other problem that Mobius is working on--but Loki’s mission here is to prevent himself, this other self, from taking action against Thor. 
Currently, this timeline’s Loki is glamoured as Odin, presiding over Asgard as King. Loki feels he might be able to reason with himself. If he can’t convince himself to do something, who could?
Green light flickers down Loki’s body and his appearance is now that of a royal guard.
This mission shouldn’t be too difficult, even with the general weariness enveloping Loki like a woolen blanket wrapped tight. Mobius insisted he must be falling ill. But that’s nonsense. Yes, Loki has been more sickly than the average god, but he would know if he were sick.
It would be more than a scratch in his throat. More than a slight drip from his nose now and then. More than a sudden, unprovoked sneeze. More than a sense of vertigo when he camouflaged himself.
No, there would be more happening if he were ill. 
As if to spite him, pinpricks blaze through his nose and he doubles over, “HN-gshk’T!” 
Damn it all. He might actually be sick. The mere act of straightening back up sends twinges down his spine. 
Very well. Even so. Loki has accomplished many things while ill. Malaise will never stop him.
He strides through the hall with purpose, heading toward Odin’s chambers. Or would he be on the throne now? Hm…
Paused in the center of the wide hall, Loki rubs his chin in thought. And he hears someone approaching. The footsteps sound aggressive, the sweep of a cloak snapping through the hall. Loki’s heart speeds. He whirls to see his brother storming down the hall, toward him. 
“Where is my father?” he asks, voice booming.
Loki composes himself, doing his damndest to resist the urge to rub his nose. “I am not sure,” he quickly adds, “your highness.”
Thor looks peeved. “You are sworn to guard my father, yet you do not know where he is?”
Loki’s lips rub together. “He sent me on an errand. I am returning from the task.”
“What errand was so important to send his personal guard?”
“I…” Shit. Normally, Loki is quite good at improvisation. If his damned nose would stop itching-- “I am not at liberty to say, my prince.”
Thor considers him for a moment, then nods. “Very well. We shall seek him out together.” He takes long strides down the hall, expecting the guard (Loki) to follow.
Loki falls into step behind Thor, using the chance to swipe at his nose. His finger grazes his left nostril, but instead of controlling the itch, the touch ignites it.
“HHhh-!” 
Loki squeezes his nostrils with his palm, but the fight is lost. He feels it peak before the sneeze spills out of him. 
“HX-gnh” his shoulders shudder, but he’s confident he stifled well.
He sniffles thickly, head tilting back up to see Thor staring at him. Angrily.
“No,” Thor breathes. His eyes are a storm. Loki can see clouds. Rain. And...
Lightning. 
Fingers wrap around Loki’s neck, making him gasp as he is shoved against the wall. 
“Hgk--What in Odin’s name--”
Thor squeezes tighter. “Drop your illusion,” Thor commands.
Shit. Sneezing must have caused a flicker in his disguise. He needs to explain. He needs to think. He needs…khghhh…to breathe…
“Now!” Thor bellows, thunder cracking with his voice. The wall splinters and Loki’s vision darkens. 
Loki flings off the glamour, revealing himself--an older version of the Loki Thor remembers.
Thor’s mouth gapes. “Brother?” he releases Loki and sucks in a breath. “How…” he takes a step back, “Where…” then, anger curls his lip, “I thought you were dead! I cried for you! I--”
“Mourned for me, yes I know,” Loki pants as he massages his neck. He straightens, “Well, I am alive, as you can see. But I have important business to attend to--”
“How long have you…what have you been doing?”
Loki sighs. This is going to take some time, time he does not have. He’s tempted to stasis his brother until he can get things taken care of, but it takes quite a bit of magic to hold a stasis bubble, and if anyone enters the magical dome, Thor would be released immediately. It is not a very efficient spell.
“Loki, if you are here for the throne--”
“Don’t be daft,” Loki waves his hand. “I am one hundred percent not interested.”
This seems to surprise Thor. “I don’t believe you.”
“I’d be shocked if you did, dear brother.”
“I will not let you roam these halls alone,” Thor says. “Tell me what you are up to. Or I shall detain you myself and bring you to Odin.”
Loki holds up his hands, “No need for that, I--hhh--” he closes his eyes, shaking off the tickle. I will not be interrupted by a damn sneeze!
“I am…” Loki’s teeth grind together. He was hoping to avoid this, but at least he can salvage it by erasing Thor’s memory of him later. “I’m from the future.”
Thor looks at him as if he just told him…well, you can imagine the look on Thor’s face. 
“The future?” he looks amused now.
“Yes. This timeline is in danger. Odin has been brainwashed and is plotting to imprison and kill you.”
Thor belts out a laugh. “I see! And you, Loki, God of Lies and Mischief, are here to save me? From my father?”
Loki sags. All the times he’s lied and of course Thor chooses now not to believe him. Granted, he still is lying. But only a little!
“Brother, what I tell you is the tru--”
“I will not allow you to scheme your way to the throne again--” Thor takes a crackling step forward. 
Loki needs to think--fast. But ihhh…it’s so hhhhhard…
Thor is still angry. He is as stubborn as ever. Loki needs to convince him not to imprison him or outright kill him on the spot. He does so have a temper. But…hhh--”hng”...first…
Thor’s body flashes green and he freezes in place. Loki is just a toe out of reach of the stasis dome. 
Thank the stars. 
Loki pinches his nose, quickstepping around the corner, shoulders tight as he sips air. 
“Hhg’KTSH! Igxsshh! Exx’shh-ieh!” His cupped hand catches each one, the third leaving him sucking in a breath and groaning as his head lolls back against the cool marble. 
Oh. That feels so much better. But now his bones are starting to ache, and he can feel his pulse in his temple. Drumbeats behind his eyes. Great…
He takes a moment to plan a rebuttal. He knows exactly what to say. He clears his throat and approaches Thor to dispel the stasis. It’s like pressing play on a film. Thor resumes his tirade, barely finishing his sentence before trailing off. His face falls, concern flashing through his gaze.
Loki’s lips part to speak but Thor is inches away from him, the back of his fingers grazing Loki’s forehead. Loki jerks back as if electrocuted. “What are you--”
“How long have you been ill?”
Loki’s eyebrows shoot up. “Beg pardon?”
Thor all but rolls his eyes. “Do you think I never notice when you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Stasis me so you can excuse yourself to cough or sneeze.”
Loki sputters, his tongue twisting. “I…” embarrassment flushes him as he remembers all the times he’s done this. “I haven’t…” he shakes his head, “Thor, it is imperative that you believe me. I am from the future, and I am attempting to correct things. I know you have come from Ijander, that you were sent to slay their Emperor, but you decided not to. I know you now seek the Infinity Stones.”
Thor’s eyes widen. His lips rub together and he gets a crease in his forehead, as it does when he thinks very hard. He stares at Loki, his fingertips trailing along a small scar on Loki’s chin. “You are different, brother. I see no malice in your eyes.”
Loki swallows. “I swear to you on Mother’s spirit, I am trying to help.”
Thor nods. “Very well.” He stands to Loki’s side. “Resume your disguise. And try not to sneeze.”
“Yes, well…” Loki coughs, “I need to do this alone.”
“I think not,” Thor laughs. “You wish to fight Odin yourself?”
“I was actually going to reason with him.”
“And that has gone so well in the past for you.”
“If you only knew.”
Thor presses a palm to Loki’s chest. “Let me go to Father. With this knowledge I can change what happens.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Then what is your plan?”
“My plan is to keep you away from Odin. I will reason with him. Perhaps clear his mind from the spell upon him. Then all will be right.”
“That will not work on Father. It takes great power to alter Odin’s mind. You…”
Loki glares at him. “No, go on. You were about to explain that there is no possible way I could bespell Father, because I am not powerful enough.”
“Loki…that’s not what I meant.”
“Oh, but it is.” Loki pushes past Thor, “Go, brother. Let me handle this.”
Thor grabs his wrist, “Why won’t you just let me help!?”
Loki whirls, “Because I refuse to watch you die again!”
Loki’s face is contorted with rage--but not his usual maniacal rage. This rage…it comes from a twisted soul who has seen too much. Knows too much. Thor has seen it on Odin’s face many times.
Loki withdraws, composing himself. His face slackens back to a neutral tightness, he smooths his shirt, tugs his tie, all while not meeting Thor’s eyes. 
“How many times have--”
“More than enough,” Loki clips his words. He runs a hand through his tangled hair. “Very well. Enact your plan.” He turns away to leave, “Don’t fuck it up.”
Disguised as the royal guard once more, Loki enters the throne room with Thor at his side. Their trek has been in silence, much to Loki’s relief. It gave him time to think of a plan to get rid of Thor so he can confront his younger self alone. He knows if Thor joins the fight, he will die. It has happened before, it will happen again if Loki lets it. He will not.
They both kneel at the steps before Odin. 
“Father,” Thor says softly. “I humbly request to take leave of Asgard. I wish to go offworld and seek the Infinity Stones.”
Odin’s lips purse and Loki can see the fire being stoked behind the facade. 
“Thor Odinson,” the false King booms, “I have heard many whispers. Whispers that you intend to use these stones to thwart Asgard. To give them to the Avengers…from Earth.”
Thor blinks at him. “I…Father, you cannot think that I value them more than Asgard.”
“Do you?”
Loki doesn’t even know the true answer to that question. He remains kneeled at False Odin’s feet.
“Father, I would never--”
Odin slams his staff onto the ground with a resounding thump. “I have to take action. You will not be allowed off of Asgard. I will have you questioned as to your loyalty.” He gestures for the guards, “Seize him.”
“What?! No--Father!” Even though Loki told Thor this would happen, his brother still looks utterly shocked, as if he didn’t truly believe Loki. He likely didn’t. 
Loki joins the other guards, pulling out shackles. A glimmer of green glints over the metal, Loki’s enchantment taking effect as he claps the chains on Thor. He leans far enough down to whisper in Thor’s ear.
“I’m sorry, brother.” 
Thor’s blue eyes widen. “You--”
“It’s better this way,” he helps the guards hoist him up, “I will handle it.”
“No--stop, you can’t!”
“Guard!” Odin’s voice cuts through the moment. Loki stills, hoping he is not the target of that call. He turns and his gut twists when he sees Odin staring straight at him.
“Your highness?”
“Come here.”
Loki gives the struggling Thor one last glance before sweeping toward the false King. He dips into a low kneel, mind reeling with plans to use this situation to his advantage, flipping through each idea like a book.
The false Odin lifts his spear and tucks it under Loki’s chin. Loki tries not to gasp as his head is craned up to meet the false eyes of Odin. 
“What is your name, guard?”
“I…” Loki’s lips come up dry. He takes in air to reply but the breath stutters. “Hhh--hih!” His hand juts up, fingers curling around the golden bar beneath his chin. He wrenches the spear away in time to plunge into his arm, “HK’SHHHT!” He’s not sure if his glamour held for that sneeze but he knows the next will drop it completely. Yet he cannot…”Hh-eh!” Stop it--
“XXSSHHT-eiu!” His shoulders wrench with it, spray coating the back of his hand. He teeters forward and catches himself with his other foot. 
A grin coils Odin’s face, like a serpent winding between his cheeks. “Fool,” he thrusts the spear into Loki’s chest, knocking him back so the wind rushes from his lungs. “Did you think I wouldn’t sense my own magic?”
Loki pushes himself up as the Odin glamour sloughs off of the King, revealing the younger, horned Loki, that vicious grin splashed across his face. 
Loki props himself up on his elbows and laughs. “Oh dear, did I truly think those looked good on me?”
The smile falters from King Loki’s face. “What are you? Some sort of clone?”
Loki pushes himself up to stand at full height, ignoring the twinges of pain in his ribs and back. “Listen,” he holds his palms up,  “I’m not here to interrupt your rule. In fact, I shall leave you to your plots--just let Thor live.” He gestures behind himself, “Send him out to the stars. He will seek the Infinity Stones and find nothing. I assure you.”
“Sentiment for our brother?” King Loki scoffs. “When did that come about?”
“Bit of a year from now.”
“I see,” King Loki descends the steps, cloak billowing around his boots. “Well, unfortunately I have no intention of letting Thor live. It has been brought to my attention that his life is a risk to mine. So, I shall end it.”
Loki’s heart speeds. “According to whom? HRFFF!” the staff of the spear catches Loki in the side, tossing him across the hall, air whooshing from his chest. 
“Do you honestly think I’ll stand here and monologue while you stall for Thor?”
Loki swears. He should have seen that coming. He pushes himself up and dodges another swing of the spear. It flies just above his face, making his hair rustle in its breeze. King Loki comes at him again, swiping the air with the spear. Loki dodges again. 
“Seriously?” Loki can’t help giving him a sarcastic lilt.  “Are you even trying?”
That pisses off King Loki. He sends five bolts of magic toward Loki. One catches him in the chest, but Loki is able to arc a spell to absorb the rest of the bolts. He splits himself into five illusions and tries to catch his breath.
A knife whistles through the air, catching one of the illusions, disintegrating it. Loki moves before he feels it--the sense of magic pressing around him. But he doesn’t move quite fast enough. A blade slips between his lower ribs and he hisses. 
He takes a knee, pressing a palm to the wound, fingers sticky with blood. King Loki laughs at him. He aims the spear at the injured Loki. Loki casts a miosis-like illusion split and rolls behind the throne, tucking himself in the corner as his clone mimics his injury. 
King Loki towers above the illusion and starts another annoying tirade about how doomed he is.
Loki wipes sweat from his brow and shivers. He just needs to catch his breath…then…
Ugh, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Loki had hoped to be done with this mission before the fugue of his illness affected his performance. 
He can feel the extra effort the fight is taking, fatigue weighing his bones, the ache of each movement, the weakness of his spells. The “hhh” the absolute utter nonsense of trying khhhh …not to…hh--
He covers his face with his entire palm, hoping to muffle the sound. “HXMSH!” Tears leak from his eyes, he can feel dampness coating his fingers as he hitches into another, “Hih..ieh-HxSSkk!” 
Loki has no time to react to the song of steel as the golden spear thumps against his throat. Loki coughs, chugging at the air, his wrist caught against the cold metal.
“Look at you,” King Loki spits from his left. “So weak! How did I let myself --”
THUNK!
Metal collides with metal as King Loki’s helmet flies askew by Mjöllnir. 
Stars, Loki has never felt so relieved to see that blasted hammer. 
The spear withdraws and Loki stumbles to the ground, hands splayed on the marble as he scoops air into his shriveled lungs. 
He tosses his head back to watch the scuffle. And scuffle it is. Thor isn’t giving it his all. They’re going to end up losing if King Loki uses either of them for leverage--which he most certainly will. 
Loki will not let it end like before. One more push. Come on.
His opening comes soon. King Loki uses the spear to blast Thor across the room. Loki slips behind him, dagger gripped in his hand. He grabs the false King and pushes the blade into the crook of his neck.
“Loki, no!” Thor cries out.
King Loki cackles. “He won’t do it. Kill himself?” Another maniacal laugh. “This is a ploy.”
“Wrong,” Loki breathes into his ear, feeling the edge of consciousness slipping from him. “We have spent our whole lives hating ourself. That’s what will make this so easy.”
He pulls the dagger across flesh and releases the false King to the ground.
The dagger clangs to the floor and Loki stumbles back. His side is slick with blood, his vision splotched with black ovals. He wings out an arm to catch himself on the wall. 
His fingers scrape at the wall futilely, attempting to blink the vertigo from his eyes, but he feels as though he’s spinning to the ground.
Arms link under his, thick and strong. His brother’s voice soothing in his ears, “Loki, I have you…”
Then it goes black. Silent. Warm…
Before Loki even opens his eyes, he can feel the aching throb of his muscles, his shoulders, his head. Ugh. The pounding of his head.
He groans and reaches to massage his temples. His throat is dry and his lips crack open, breath shivering from his lungs.
He sits up, pausing when his head spins. When he looks around he sees that he’s been taken to Thor’s room. Thor is not present though. A tray with soup and an herb pouch sit near the bed. Much as he would love that soup, Loki cannot stay. He needs to reset this timeline. And it would be better if he didn’t see Thor first.
Okay, it would be easier. 
Loki slips from the bed. Every movement rattles him, his arms and legs feel like lead. Standing is not easier. Loki wobbles on unsteady knees. He can feel tremors in his hands. 
“Loki?” Thor’s voice makes him turn to see his brother entering with a frown. “Tell me you are not planning to leave. Not yet.”
“I..” Loki’s voice cracks. He touches glowing fingers to his neck and clears it. “I’m afraid I must.”
“You’re quite ill, brother.”
“Not for the first time, I assure you.”
Thor cracks a smile. “Little Loki, always sick with something.”
Loki chuffs, “At least I do not whine and act a toddler when I fall ill.”
“I do not do that!” 
Loki folds his arms and laughs. 
Thor hands him the bag smelling of spices and herbs. “I know what Mother used, but you have to enchant it yourself.”
“Thank you…” Loki hefts the palm-sized bag, nostalgia’s grip like steel on his heart. 
Thor puts a hand on his shoulder. “Stay here, Loki. Help me put things right.”
Loki sweeps out of Thor’s grip and wobbles to his feet. “I cannot, brother. Things have gone…awry. I have to fix them myself.” He tucks the herb pouch into his pocket. “I am sorry.” He flicks a knuckle under his nose, realizing his nose is dripping. 
He sniffles thickly, eyes flitting. His nose scrunches and he curls a knuckle under his nose. “Hhhh-iek…” 
Thor’s arm stretches out, offering a handkerchief. Loki snatches it and dives in, “IT’CHHZZieu! HTCHssss--ik!” he lets out a string of coughs, bending lower and lower over himself. Then a sigh pulls him upright, blinking away the fatigue. 
“Will you be alright, brother?” Thor asks.
“Of course,” Loki quips. “How many times must I come back from the dead before you believe I will survive a cold?”
Thor chuckles. “Keep that,” he points at the handkerchief. 
Loki looks down at it. “Hm. I’m surprised it was not only clean, but folded in your pocket, rather than crumpled on the training room floor.”
“I stopped doing that years ago!”
“Upon Mother’s insistence.”
“Hmph.”
Loki steps toward the door but Thor blocks him. 
“Loki, please--”
Loki places a hand on Thor’s arm. He looks into his brother’s eyes--eyes that will likely fill with hatred upon their next meeting.
“I’m sorry, brother.” Loki rears up and kicks him across the room. Surprised, Thor crashes into a table just as the stasis dome flashes over him.
Loki bites back a whimper as an invisible hand squeezes his insides. He forces himself to look away. He readies the tempad and reset charge.
He gives the room one last sweeping gaze. He looks at his brother, frozen in stasis. The version of Thor who might love him. “I hope to see you again, brother.” He balls up the cloth and tucks it in his pocket. Then he hits the button to reset the timeline.
Back at the TVA, Loki opens his desk and places the handkerchief next to the dozen other items gifted to him by his brother in a dozen timelines now erased. 
He melts into his chair, eyes lagging closed, finally able to rest.
Perhaps one day…he might return those items, in exchange for forgiveness.
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budzdorovanatasha · 3 years
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this does contain black widow spoilers! I will probably make a part 2.
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Natasha hung up the phone on Ross and stared at herself in the mirror, before taking her hair out of the bun. You had just finished putting your hair up in a ponytail after stealing a hair tie from some lady (she’d had three and she wouldn’t miss one... hopefully). 
“We’ll be long gone by the time he even begins to think about where we might go,” you muttered. 
“And hopefully in a warmer, comfier place,” your girlfriend grumbled in response, sniffling and clearing her throat. 
“You don’t sound very good either,” you observed, cautiously keeping your tone on the nonchalant side- it wasn’t like there was really anything you could do anyway. You were on the run, currently on a long boat ride to Norway, and on top of barely sleeping, the air was damp and cool- the perfect combination for a cold, which you were fairly certain Nat had caught. 
She shrugged, pulling on her sweatshirt. “I’m fine.”
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. That’s what she always said. Before you got the chance to respond, Nat was heading towards the door, with you right behind her. Sweeping your eyes around at the cars and people, you both made your way towards the back of the boat, leaning against the edge and watching the choppy water below. 
It was already much colder out in the open air with the wind blowing with an unforgiving bite and you found yourself shivering. Because your girlfriend was so protective in every way, she moved closer, one hand rubbing up and down your back while the other rubbed your arm. It still wasn’t enough and you moved even closer, enjoying the chuckle that fell from Nat’s lips when she realized what you wanted. Moving to stand behind you, her arms encircled your waist and you relaxed back against her. You knew it gave her as much warmth as it gave you. 
You could hear her frequent sniffles much better now, her face nearly buried in the crook of your neck. You would have pressed her further on the issue of her health, but there wasn’t anything you could do. 
“H’htschoo! ‘tschioo!” 
You could barely hear over the roar of the water and if it weren’t for her sudden movement away from you, you would have missed the quiet, quick sneezes all together. 
“Bless you,” you acknowledged, turning to see your girlfriend running her sleeve under her nose. 
“Thanks.” Natasha retook her position, congestion now behind every sniffle. 
“We should go sit inside,” you suggested a few minutes later. You could practically sense her scowl at your concern, but she must have been feeling worse than she let on, for she didn’t disagree, but rather, turned it into a joke. 
“Why? Losing your touch?”
You laughed, shaking your head and turning around in her arms. “Maybe.”
“Okay, let’s go inside.” 
Taking her outstretched hand, already missing the warmth her body provided, you made your way towards the door, wondering how much longer you’d have like this until Nat would need a warmer place to rest. 
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Testing Her Theory
〚 Notes - Okay, finally got out of my writers block. Sooo this was written ;) Hopefully should be writing some reqs too soon :) 〛
〚 Summary - Nat’s not feeling great on her shift, but theres no way you’ll let her work for long 〛
〚 Wordcount - 1450 〛
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“Does anyone know what ails our fair Natasha?” Thor asked as he entered the room, greeted by the sight of you and several other avengers playing Mario on the big TV while stuffing your faces with snacks.
The mention of your girlfriend’s name caught your attention, putting down your controller, you looked up and asked, “What do you mean?”
“Well,” Thor began, taking a seat amongst the other Avengers seated on the couch, “She had sneezed several times and to be courteous I said, ‘bless you’ and instead of saying ‘thank you’, Natasha forcefully hurled a tissue box directly at my face.”
The room shared a collection giggle as Thor continued to exaggerate the extent of Natasha’s uncalled for anger, but you couldn’t help but feel an inkling of worry. 
You knew Nat had complained the previous night about not feeling well and you hadn’t seen her since breakfast that morning, even then, she had seemed quieter than usual, more reserved and you couldn’t help but wonder if she still felt ill.
“I think Nat’s catching a bit of a cold.” You admitted once everyone had calmed back down, “She’s probably not feeling well, don’t take it to heart, I’ll go check on her.”
Thor gave you a thumbs up as you passed him your controller, letting him take over for you, “Where is Natasha?” You asked, looking over your shoulder as you stood up to leave.
“She was in Stark’s main lab when I last saw her, sitting where all the main observation screens are.”  Thor replied, as he reached to take a handful of popcorn from the big bowl sat on the coffee table.
“Alright, I’ll go make some tea and see how she is, have fun playing Mario guys.”
“Text us if you need anything.”
“Will do!”
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Tony’s lab was as pristine as it always is. The floor, countertops, and work surfaces gleam with the same clean, sterile sheen that had come to be associated with Stark's aesthetics. Infact the other thing out of place is Natasha herself, she's in one of Stark’s leather chairs, her head resting in her hands as she sat hunched over his main table.
“Somebody told me there's a miserable Avenger who could use a cup of tea,” You smiled, seeing Natasha lift her head out of her hands at the recognisable sound of your voice, “but I couldn’t find one, so you’ll have to do.”
“Very funny.” She spoke sarcastically but still eagerly reached for the steaming cup you held out to her. Her fingers twisting round the handle as she held the cup close to her face, taking deep breaths of the hot steam.
You shrugged, amused with your own humour, “I thought so.”
A light flush ran across the bridge of her nose, and there was an endearing little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Thank you" her tone was sincere, a sweet little purr leaving her lips as she turned her attention back to the mug of tea.
“Soo,” You began as you hoisted yourself up to be sitting on the table, “I heard you violently assaulted Thor with a malice weapon earlier.
That earned you a chuckle, as the redhead shook her head at your dramatic exaggeration, “He wouldn’t stop pestering me, so I gave him so light motivation to leave.”
You raised an eyebrow, “Light motivation, hm?”
“Yup.”
“Okay then, whatever you say sweetheart.”
You both sat in silence for several minutes before you noticed that Natasha had begun to slowly massage the corners of her temples as she held her head in her hands again.
You hesitated to question her; you knew Natasha hated admitting to anything that showed she wasn’t a carbon-perfect human being in peak condition, so you dropped your tone, almost whispering the words, “Sweetie, do you want me to get you something for that headache?”
"No, no, I'll be alright." Nat's hand continues its incessant rubbing, massaging the tender flesh at the base of her skull. She can feel it even behind her glassed-over eyes, "Just give me… just a minute."  
A minute passes—ten, even—and the redheaded-Russian's headache shows no sign of ceasing. And the pressure in her head only multiples when she quickly clasps her hoodie sleeve to her face, sneezing down into it.
“Hu’tshhiew! Hhep’tshoo!”
“Bless.” You cooed, as Natasha groaned, letting her head rest on the table. You reached out to rub the tension in her temples and you fingers catch in a tangle of knotted locks and you carefully ran your hand through, untangling it.
Her voice is husky with exhaustion when she mutters a reply. “Your hands feel nice.”
There is something about making Nat feel better that makes you feel warm inside. With a satisfied hum, you slid your hands into her hair to massage her scalp. She made a low sound of approval and sinks into your touch. “That so?”
“Yeah, it feels Hh really- Hh’iiishiew!”
“Aww bless, do you feel worst then last night baby?” You ask as your thumbs go to graze her temples again. Natasha hums agreeably and shifts her position to press into the touch, prompting to you give a sympathetic pout as she sniffles.
“Maybe you should go lay down?” You offered, sliding down from to table to pull her into a tight hug.
“I can't just rest go lay down and rest Y/N.” Natasha huffed as she buried her face in the crook of your neck and the exhaustion behind her eyes was beyond-evident when she pulled away, “what am I meant to do, put up a billboard which says ‘Sorry bad guys please don’t cause trouble today, Natasha Romanoff has a cold and isn’t well enough to kick your asses?’”
“So, you admit you're not well enough to kick ass?” You raised your eyebrow accusingly, pulling out a chair for her to sit on knowing she had just accidentally outed herself. The realisation of what she had just said finally set in and she’d shook her head, knowing there was no point in hiding it anymore.
“I could still pin you in seconds though.” She smirked back at you, as you came behind the chair she was in, reaching down to massage her shoulders.
“Care to demonstrate?” You asked as you gave her the cheesiest of winks, earning yourself a snort of laughter from the redhead.
“Maybe another time,” Natasha smiled, opting to turn around and gently pulling on your sweatshirt so you’d lean down meaning she could plant a gentle kiss on your cheek instead, “wouldn’t want you to catch this.”
You shrugged, you didn’t necessarily want to catch it either, “Worth a try, I guess.” You went to return her gesture but stopped as she turned her head away, yawning widely against her fist.
Her yawn was soon followed by an irritated sounding exhale quickly accompanied by her suddenly ducking her head down into her elbow, “Eiiishiew! Hh’htshoo! Hh..hhii’eshhiew!”
“Bless you sweetie! We should get you back up to our room,” You said, brushing your fingers down her feverish cheeks, “You look like you’re about to doze off at any moment and I'm sure our bed is alot more comfortable to nap in then these chairs.”
“I’d love too.” Natasha admitted, “but I’m on shift right now, it's not that simple.”
You clicked your tongue as you pulled out your phone, typing speedily as you texted someone. And you got your reply speedily too, “Just sorted that.”
Natasha gave you a confused look, “What do you mean?”
“I text Tony,” you explained as you waved your phone, “I just said that something came up and that you need to be covered for this shift. He agreed to take over for us.”
It was hard to miss the small smile which crept across her face as she heard your words. You knew Natasha had a hard time asking for help, so this was your way of letting her know that you were there for her.
“Now, up you get.” You smiled, holding out your hand for her to take as she stood, “we can go up to our room and nap, maybe have a nice hot bath later? I’ll even read to you if it’ll help you feel better.”
Nat smiled too, bringing up your interlocked fingers so she could press a kiss to the back of hand, “You’re seriously the best,” she paused to clear her throat while a slight blush began to spread across her cheeks, “but, y’know… I heard cuddles can cure colds quick.”
You raised an eyebrow, not holding back your smirk, “Is that so?”
“Mhm.”
“Well, I think we should go test that theory.”
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goldenempyrean · 1 year
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hi can I request a fic where Nat works as a teacher and catchs a bad cold/flu which is going round. Nat tries to teach as usual but her constant sniffling and sneezing is too much, then R gets a call from the Nurses office asking for her to come and pick Nat up. maybe using the prompts “Do you actually think I’ve had time to go out and get a flu-shot?”  “It’s chaos here. I can’t just stop working because I have the sniffles.” and “Baby, I think this is more than just the sniffles.”
Nurse’s Office 
〚 Notes – This was such a cute request that I had to do it literally as soon as possible. My brain was just full of ideas for this. I’ve gotten so many reqs too, I'm genuinely almost at 40 so I may have to close my inbox soon just so I don’t get overwhelmed with them all! Slightly desperate to feedback on this too! I think it’s the longest fic I’ve done :) 〛 
〚 Summary - Nat loves her job as a teacher, she gives it her all but it seems she has a lesson to learn when it comes to taking care of herself. 〛 
〚 Wordcount - 4310 〛 
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Nat was sure she felt fine earlier that morning but as she sat hunched over her desk, she couldn’t help but squint as the overhead light shone down directly into her eyes. Looking over her lesson plan for the day, she sighed. First period was the youngest class of students that she taught and it was safe to say they were a handful. Glancing over to the main clock on the wall, Natasha realised she didn’t have long before her students were due to arrive. At least she didn’t have a lot to set out, she’d stayed late the previous night to photocopy some worksheets and papers.  
Walking round the room, Nat made sure every student had the correct worksheet on their desk, she was just placing the final paper down when she felt a sudden prickle in her sinuses. Twitching her nose only amplified the annoying itch and Nat knew she was going to- 
“Hi’kkshiew!” 
Natasha buried her face into her elbow as she sneezed, sniffling slightly afterwards. As she sniffled Nat felt the familiar feeling of congestion begin to settle in her sinuses and quickly came back to her desk to grab a tissue. The sound of a loud bell rung as Nat swiped a few from the box and she’d just finished blowing her nose when students began to fill the room. 
She took a moment to gaze around the classroom and was greeted by twenty-seven rowdy children. It wasn't the first time she'd felt anxious, when standing infront of class. Nat wouldn’t call herself an experienced teacher just yet, she’d been working at this school since graduating almost 4 years ago but even so, she still had her moments of doubt. 
She opened her mouth to say a cheery ‘good morning’ only the words got caught in her throat, leading her to cough to a little. She thought nothing of it though, simply clearing her throat a few times before continuing her greeting, trying hard to ignore the growing pain at the back of her throat. 
“...so today we’ll be looking at genetics. Does anyone know what DNA is?” She looked around among the raised hands before calling on a student, “yes?” 
The student gave a pretty good answer and Nat nodded in agreement. 
“Ah, well done, that’s correct. The only thing  I need to add is that DNA is made up – Hh- of a double hel-Hh'tshiew! Oh, excuse me!” Nat had to fight to stop herself from blushing red with embarrassment as she sneezed down against her wrist. 
Natasha rubs her eyes and her sinuses in unison, wiping at the wetness that trails from her nose. A sudden pain throbs deep within her throat, behind her sternum. And hacking, wheezing cough sent left her leaning against her desk as she tried to compose herself. 
The students chuckle to themselves as they shift in their seats. One boy turns to whisper something to his friend, and they both giggle at Natasha. The boy behind him—the one who had answered the question—looks her in the eye and laughs. Natasha's skin stings, but she refuses to let it bother her. "What?" she asks. "What is so funny?" 
  She sends them a glare, instantly silencing them before continuing on with her lesson, 
Only throughout the hour, that pain at the back of her throat only grows worse and she’s beginning to sniffle repetitively. The room feels heavier—hotter—and her vision is dimming slightly. 
But still Nat pushes through, and by the time the bell rings to dismiss the class, she’s exhausted. Her voice is failing fast and her throat is quickly being shredded with her increasing sneezes. In the small 5-minute window between lessons Nat had already gone through 8 tissues and that number only increased from there. 
Second period soon came. The school bell chimed again and soon enough, her second class of the day came flooding in, their loud chatter striking a painful throb through her temples. 
Natasha didn’t even bother to try and talk instead; she scrolled through her computer’s files to find a relevant video to play on the projector. The video barely got 5 minutes into in before Nat had to quickly scramble to grab a tissue before sneezing loudly. 
"Bless you!" a boy piped up in response, he's wearing a bright orange sweatshirt. His legs swinging back and forth under the desk. "Are you okay Mrs Romanoff? Do you have that bug that’s going round?”  
Natasha coughs into her elbow, the sound making several students visibly recoil, “I'm fine thank you.” She tries to muster up her best reassuring smile but it seems nobody is convinced. 
The students exchange uneasy glances amongst themselves as their teacher held her head in her hands. Nat grimaced, she could feel her skin breaking out into a sweat beneath her blouse and her vision is beginning to fade in and out as the room grows hotter and hotter. Even the noise from the ongoing video seems somewhat distorted as she tries desperately to not disturb anyone any further but the urge to sleep was almost overbearing and Nat could feel her eyes slowly drifting closed… 
“Mrs Romanoff?” A recognisable voice pulled Natasha from her slumber as she blinked groggily giving a little groan at the pressure which had settled behind her eyes. She tried to sniffle but was met with a snuffly noise of congestion, “Mrs Romanoff?” 
Nat blinked up, as she tried to shield her eyes from the lights overhead, had they somehow gotten even brighter? Looking up Nat saw the worried face of her colleague, Miss Leslie. Miss Leslie was older than Nat but they’d both been hired around the same time and the two of them had developed a fairly close relationship – it helped that they both shared an office space too - so it wasn’t unusual for either of them to quickly stop by in each other's classes but this time was different. 
The loud background chatter of Nat’s students was almost too much for her to handle, “Quiet!” Natasha tried to sound authoritative but her voice came out in a weary rasp, barely audible to anyone other than her close by colleague. 
“Natasha?” Miss Leslie spoke in a hushed voice, “One of your students just came into my class and said that I had to come back with him immediately. Natasha, I’m not surprised he did. You look awful honey. Are you feeling okay?” 
“I’m fine.” Nat mumbled, “Just a little tired. I just need to get through the rest of this lesson then I’ll drink some coffee or something.” She sniffled, feeling her nose begin to run again. 
Miss Leslie’s concerned eyes looked over Nat again then to her students, “Forget coffee, you sound like you need to be in bed. You caught whatever gross bug thats  been sweeping its way round this place?” 
“I’m fine, absolutely per-Hh- Hhet’tshoo! Hush’tshoo!” 
“No Natasha, you’re not. Seriously, go back to our office, I’m taking over for you.” Miss Leslie’s voice was firm in her words as she urged the redhead to stand, not missing the way she swayed in place, “Go sit down, I’ll be there soon.” 
Miss Leslie’s hand came to grip Natasha’s shoulder as she helped her up out of the seat, her careful eyes watching over the redhead as she wordlessly shuffled out of the room and towards her office. 
Nat wasn’t even sure how much time had passed when the door to her office swung open, letting in a cold breeze with it. She didn’t bother to look over, she didn’t bother to look anywhere, hell, even just opening her eyes hurt. Everything was a blur. 
There was a voice somewhere in the room though she couldn’t quite make out any words. Everything felt muffled. Nat barely even registered the fact that her colleague had come to squat down beside her until she felt the touch of a hand clasp her forehead lightly. 
“Oh honey, this isn’t good.” The concerned voice of Miss Leslie sighed, only then did Nat find the strength to look up at the worried face of her colleague, “You’re way too hot.” 
“Leslie? What are you doing?” Nat mumbled as she forced herself to sit upright, the room spinning as she did so, “What about the class?” 
“They're on break. Its 11pm, didn’t you hear the bell?”  
Nat shrugged, no, she definitely did not hear any bell. She was about to get up when she felt that familiar prickle in her sinuses forcing her to quickly swivel around in her chair to avoid sneezing all over her colleague. 
“Hh’iishoo! hHeh’ktshhiiew!” 
“Bless you.” The older woman replied as she squeezed the redhead’s shoulder, “You aren’t seriously thinking about going back to class still?” She asked in shock as the younger teacher went to pick up her files. 
“I have too, I have my upper-years next and we’re already behind schedule, theres so-“ Nat broke off from her teary rambles with a loud barking cough, it felt as if her chest was constricting with every breath. 
“Natasha you can’t go on like this, we’ve both seen how many bugs and germs are spreading round this place. Hell, we’re basically working in a petri-dish and I know we’re meant to push through when we’re not feeling too well for the sake of the kids but Nat, you really shouldn’t be here.”  The older woman sighed deeply as she lectured the younger teacher. 
“I- I just feel like everything’s going wrong today.” The redhead finally admitted as she wiped at her teary eyes, “I felt fine this morning and now-“ She sniffled thickly, unable to breathe properly through her stuffy nose. 
“I know, I know.” The older woman sympathised as the younger teacher went to grab some tissues from the box on her desk, “Maybe we should let the nurse take a look at you.” 
Nat sent her a look, “I don’t really think that’s necessary. It’ll just waste her time.”  She sighed wearily as she rubbed at her temples again. That congestion really wasn’t helping her headache at all. 
“Honey, I mean no offence by this at all but you’re a mess. I’ve never seen you like this and quite frankly it’s a little worrying, so please? Let me put my mind at rest, go and see the nurse Natasha.” 
Natasha took another tissue as another set of raspy coughs choked up through her throat. God I really am a mess. Nat admitted to herself. Her throat feels like a lump of coal and she swore she could almost feel the fluid in her sinuses sloshing about like stagnant sludge. Just to avoid her co-worker's concerned stare, she reached to the desk beside her and grabs a pen, feebly scribbling onto a sticky note. 
To Substitute,  
Textbooks are in the back cupboard. Get the upper-years to read page 18 and answer the questions using correct exam technique. Put an educational film on for the younger ones. Email me if needed. 
- Mrs Romanoff 
Miss Leslie gave Nat a nod as she read over the sticky note which had been pressed into her hand – though she did discreetly scribble out the final sentence when Nat’s back was turned, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everything goes smoothly. Now come on, let me give you a hand getting to the nurse's office. I doubt you’ll make it on your own...” 
"Thanks..." Nat mutters as Leslie props her up, helping her hobble down the hallway. She grips onto the older lady's arm, feeling as though she'd collapse any second. Her lungs burn and her brain is hazy. She tries to focus, to listen to what Leslie's saying... but everything feels so far away. It's as though it's happening through the lenses of a camera. Every time she blinks, the hallway spins a little faster. Her legs are like lead weights, her arms limp noodles, and she doesn't stop shivering. All around her are the confused stares of students, not used to seeing their usually so resilient teacher being helped down the hallway but Nat doesn’t notice, she hears only a dull, thudding heartbeat as her skin tingles with fever. 
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You day had been pretty boring. You’d finished all your work so you had just been sitting at your desk, scribbling away on Microsoft Paint on the computer infront of you, you were halfway through drawing a little picture of a flower when the screen of your phone lit up as it began to vibrate from across the table. Snatching your attention, you picked up the device and looked at the number displayed on the incoming call, unknown. Strange. You tried to think back to see if you could remember anyone that had been meaning to call you recently but you came up with nothing so with a shrug, you pressed on the little green button and accepted the call. 
“Hello? Is this Y/N speaking?” A friendly voice came through the phone, an older woman by the sound of it. 
“Hi, yes, it is. Can I help you?” You replied, trying to see if you could recognise the voice. 
  “This is the nurse speaking, from Natasha’s school. Natasha’s actually here with me right now, she’s not feeling very well at all. Is it possible for you to come and collect her?” 
“Nat’s sick?” Your mouth dropped open in surprise, she had seemed fine that morning, “okay, I’ll be there as soon as possible.” 
The call ended and you quickly gathered up your things before rushing over to your boss's office to explain the situation. He didn’t have an issue with you leaving, especially since you’d already gotten the day's work done, infact he even told you to take the rest of the day off – he knew you’d only be worried sick if you came back. You said a very grateful thankyou before jogging out of your office towards the company car park, quickly starting the ignition and driving off in the direction of Nat’s school. 
You made sure to park close to the entrance as you entered the school grounds. With a swift click of your keys, you locked your car and headed towards the entrance. The school Nat taught at was nice, that’s one of the reasons Nat loved teaching so much, the campus was great. Entering the reception, a young-looking brunette smiled at you over from the desk, her nametag reading ‘Miss Sharp’. 
“Hi, I got a call from the nurse to come pick up Mrs Romanoff.” You explained politely and a knowing look flashed across the receptionist's face. 
“Oh, you’re Natasha’s wife! It’s lovely to meet you finally, I’ve heard great things about you,” The receptionist smiled as you blushed slightly, “Why on earth she decided to come in today is a mystery to me, I'm not surprised that you’re here to take her home. Anyway, the nurse's office is just through the main doors, take a right and then keep going down the hall. It’s a white door, you can't miss it.”  
You flashed her a grateful smile, “Thank you so much.” 
“No problem!” 
The sound of the school bell rang as you approached the white door at the end of the corridor, getting closer you could see the distinct label of ‘Nurse’s Office’ displayed beside the door. You knocked on the door lightly and waited until you heard a faint voice call “Come in.” 
Opening the door, you were greeted by a kind, elderly face. Her nametag simply read, ‘Cindy’. 
“Mrs Romanoff’s wife? Y/N? Is that correct?” She asked. 
“Yes, that’s right.,” You replied with a nod, but the rough sound of pained coughing came from round the corner just beyond your sight, and you hoped to God that Nat wasn’t the one making it, ”You called me about Nat?”  
Cindy seemed to pick up on the worried tone slipping into your voice as you spoke, “I did. She’s been adamant on working, but I’ve kept her here for the last hour or so,” The next sound you recognised, you winced at the sound of Nat’s desperate sneezes which echoed through the office, “Poor dear... She’s been like that the whole time; I hate to think that she’s been teaching in that condition. She’s just through here.” 
As Cindy rounded the corner and motioned for you to follow, you felt your shoulders drop upon recognising Nat. Her back was resting against the wall as she sat on a bed.  The light pink blouse that she had left in earlier that morning was sitting at the end of the bed, only now the blouse was noticeably damp in certain areas and she was now dressed in a loose-fitting black t-shirt with the school's emblem embellished on the front.  
“Natasha!” You gasped, quickly scurrying to her side as you reached up to cup her feverish cheek,  "Baby, you're completely burning up." You whispered as you looked over her flushed face and wet neck.  The warmth of her skin spread to your fingers as you reached up to place your palm against her forehead, prompting you to bite your lip nervously. 
“She hasn’t let me take her temperature yet,” Cindy sighed, shaking her head in disapproval, “I was hoping you’d convince her otherwise.” 
“Nat...” You frowned as you crossed your arms, you voice taking on a serious tone. You took a firm grip on Natasha's cheek, so she’d look you in the eye and her head tilts to the side in a gesture of mild defiance. The tip of your thumb traces her cheekbone. "Nat, you're so warm, we need to know what your temp is so we can help you feel better. Please?” 
“Fine.” Natasha’s voice comes out in a throaty rasp, it’s the first time you’ve heard her speak and you definitely didn’t like how she sounded at all. If she had sounded anything like how she currently did earlier that morning, you would’ve practically forced bed rest upon her... Speaking of though, why hadn’t Nat seemed ill this morning? 
Cindy nodded appreciatively towards you as she went to retrieve the thermometer from her desk. It was the old type of one and she instructed Natasha to place it beneath her tongue as you asked the burning question, “How long have you felt sick for ‘Tasha, tell me the truth.” 
Nat thought for a moment, in all honestly, it had all her hit at once. She had felt a little sluggish this morning sure, but it was nothing compared to how she felt now. When Nat went to voice this, she interrupted by the frantic itching of her nose. Despite trying to hold back the tickle, she only had seconds to quickly snatch the device out from her mouth before sneezing down into her cupped hands. 
“Hah’hishoo! Hhih-tschiew! Hh-Hi'TshhIEW” 
“Goodness, bless you honey.”  
You expected Nat to put the thermometer back in her mouth, but she kept her hands cupped over her mouth; her eyes slightly wider than earlier as she looked towards you then down to the tissue box over on the table beside the bed. You knew instantly what she wanted, and she sent you a pitiful look as you handed her a tissue. You waited until she’d finished to pick up the nearby trashcan and you held it up so that she could throw her soggy tissue away. 
“So, how long has it been?” You repeated once Nat had settled back down. 
She shrugged a little, “I was a little tired this morning before I left, but it mainly hit after I got in, it all seemed to come at once.” 
You looked over to Cindy to see if this was even possible and she was giving an understanding nod, “That’s how the flu tends to come on I’m afraid. It usually hits pretty hard and fast. Can you finish taking your temperature for me though poppet?” The nurse kindly urged, picking up the thermometer and holding it to her mouth. Nat saw no point in arguing. It’d only end with you getting annoyed with her so reluctantly she opened and held the device beneath her tongue. 
"38.9," Cindy comments after a moment, turning the thermometer upside down to observe the final reading, "Oh, bless. You should’ve stayed home today dear." 
The way her head slumps forward in her exhaustion is heart breaking. She looks utterly miserable as she weakly excuses, “It’s chaos here. I can’t just stop working because I have the sniffles. There's already so many students off sick so I’m having to set all the catch-up work and then th-Hh-theres the overdue –Hih- inspectio-HH-Heh’iishioo! H-Heh..Heh’kshuu!” 
“Poor thing bless you, but I’m sorry baby, I think this is more than just the sniffles.” You pouted sympathetically as you sat down beside her, and in response Nat let her tired head come to rest against you, “you’re working yourself way too hard.” 
“Sniffles? Deary me, I’ve seen so many cases of flu this week Mrs Romanoff, and you’ve got one of the worst I’ve seen by far. Like I said, the flu usually comes on pretty fast, it fits your symptoms.” Cindy sighed as Nat began to cough roughly, her lungs making an awful chesty sound and you could practically hear how the congestion in her chest shifted, “I see your flu shot did nothing to help though.” 
“About that... I haven’t got one yet” Nat admitted with a wet sniffle as she brought her hand to her temple, trying to get some relief from the throbbing in her head. 
"Nat." You whispered, disappointment and pity seeping into your words as you nudged her gently with your elbow. She shifts as she sniffles against your shoulder, staring up at you with a hint of blearily defiance. You tilt her chin up, and she's looking back at you with a mix of exhaustion and guilt. "We've been over this. I told you to go and get one weeks ago. It’s important.” 
Both you and Cindy sighed as Nat sneezed again, “Do you actually think I’ve had time to go out and get a flu-shot? She only paused to accept the tissues that you’d reached forward and grabbed for her, “I’ve just been so busy lately, I guess I forgot about it.” 
"You didn't forget. You just prioritized other things." Cindy spoke up, her friendly tone being replaced by a stern motherly edge as she chided your wife.  
It seemed Nat hadn’t heard that tone being used by her before, you noticed that her lip trembled a little at the voice and how her eyes drifted towards the floor at the sharp reminder that she could have protected herself against the virus. She shifts and rests her arms at her front, folding them as she mutters a quiet, “I'm sorry." 
The way your heart squeezed at seeing her pout was indescribable, and the sight of her slightly-teary gave you no choice other than to wrap your arms around her shoulders and pull her in for a tight hug, your fingers combing through the softness of her hair as you whispered, "It's okay, moya lyubov, It's okay."  
“You should make sure she gets lots of rest and fluids, keep her hydrated.” Cindy instructed as she came to give your shoulder a much-needed comforting squeeze, you weren't exactly doing the greatest job of hiding your worry, “She’ll be okay dear, Mrs Romanoff just needs to learn when to give in and let herself rest instead of running herself ragged.” 
“It won't happened again...” The redhead mumbled apologetically as you helped her stand with a supporting hand before giving in to your urge to pick up your feverish wife, supporting her carefully in your strong arms. 
“I’ve got you baby,” You whispered, kissing her forehead when she leant it against your shoulder, hiding her face in the crook of your neck, “Thank you so much for calling me, I really appreciate you looking after her.” You gave a genuine smile to the elderly nurse as she went to hold the door open for you. 
“It’s not a problem at all. It’s my job to take care of people, be they students or stubborn teachers.” Cindy smiled as you said your final thankyous and goodbyes. 
You said another goodbye to the kind lady in the reception as she buzzed the door to let you out but not before letting her know that Nat wouldn’t be in work for the next week or so. It was a good job you’d decided to park close to the door, it meant you were quickly able to get Nat out of the windy weather and into the warmth of your car. Setting her door in the passenger seat, you reached across to buckle in her seat belt, placing another gentle kiss to her forehead, your touch bringing a sense of comfort to the fevered woman. Natasha had to turn her head away from you as she sneezed down into the collar of the fabric of the cotton t-shirt and you regretted not thinking to bring any tissues with you. 
“Bless you my love. You’ll be okay, I promise. We’ll get you home in no time, okay?” Your tone was soft as you closed the passenger door and came round to the driver's side. Sitting down in your seat, you made sure Nat was comfortable before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. You both wanted to get home as soon as possible. 
“Thank you for coming to get me.” Nat mumbled tiredly as she let her head come to rest on the window, the coolness of the glass providing some comfort against the heat blazing through her. 
“Don’t worry about it my love, I’m sorry you’re so sick.” You replied as you speedily drove down the empty streets, “We’ll get you feeling better soon, okay?” 
“Okay.” 
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goldenempyrean · 1 year
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Can I request a fic where Reader is hiding being sick from Natasha?
Admitting The Problem
Just a little drabble to pass the time :D
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“I cant be sick Natasha. I just don’t have the time for it right now!” You gave a congested whine as Natasha’s eyes scanned over you.
You had felt yourself falling asleep during the team-meeting which had just finished. It felt as if you had to pinch yourself every 5 minutes just to stay conscious. Natasha had noticed this and decided to pull you behind to question you.
“Look at me.” She frowned, lifting your head up so she could stare down at your tired face, “I can see the fever behind your eyes sweetheart.”
“Lies.” You argued weakly, “All you can see is a person at the pinnacle of health, because Im perfectly fi- Hhi’tshhhIuew! Hup’TSHHH! Hhih’tshoo!”
Natasha sighed, and turned to grab the box of tissues from the middle of the big table and tucked it beneath her arm before turning back to you and wrapping her other one around your waist.
“Come now.” She spoke softly, guiding you out of the room, “You don’t need to hide anything from me, you know that.”
“But Im fine Nat. I have so much to do, we need to reorganise the files and then finish the mission reports and then-“ You were cut off from your rambling the dull aching in your head throbbed sudden, sending your hand shooting up towards your temples.
Nat eyes grew heavy with concern, “Hey take it easy sweetheart, take slow steps.”
You sighed in defeat giving a weak sniffle as you nodded, leaning your head against her sturdy shoulder, allowing your body to go limp against hers.
“Maybe I don’t feel too good.”
She gave a content hum, happy you’d finally given in and admitted, “I thought as much, lets get you to bed sweetie.”
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goldenempyrean · 1 year
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sick!reader x yelena with the prompts: “Relax, its just a cold.” and "You know we own tissues for a reason, right?" where nat and wanda invite them over to a game night. reader sneezes and sniffles the whole time. when the girls realize their friend is feverish, they team up to take care of her (I hope you don’t mind doing yelena)
Game Night
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〚 Summary - You didn’t feel great. That was true. But you’d never admit that, especially not during game night. But what happens when your girlfriend finds out?〛
〚 Wordcount - 1300 〛
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“Hey guys, come on in!” Wanda smiled as she stood aside to let yourself and Yelena into her apartment.
Atleast once a month, you and your girlfriend Yelena always made time to head over to Natasha and Wanda’s apartment to spend a fun night catching up, watching movies and playing board games. It was a great way to catch up, and it allowed for the four of you to establish a pretty close bond which always came in handy during missions.
Only tonight was a little different, truth be told you didn’t exactly feel great. Your throat was uncomfortably scratchy and there had been that dull ache lingering in your head. If you were being honest, you would’ve preferred to stay home, curl up and try to sleep off whatever bug you’d caught before it hit you in full force but you couldn’t do that to Yelena. While you both loved these get-togethers, it was her who benefited the most. It was a chance for to spend time her sister and there was no way you’d cancel on that.
So you opted to stay silent. Sitting down in the living room, you were greeted by Natasha had who laid out a selection on board games.
“Which one do you wanna play first?” She asked, kissing Wanda’s cheek as she came to sit down beside her.
“I don’t mind.” You said but your voice ended with a rasp, sending you into a small coughing fit, “Sorry! Something just caught on my throat there.” You lied seeing Yelena glance towards you, a worried look behind her eyes.
“Let me get you some water” Nat offered, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze as she stood up, “You lot should pick a game in the meantime.”
By the time Natasha returned with your water, the group had settled on playing Monopoly. Everything was great for the first half an hour, and everything had been going smoothly. That was until the pressure in your sinuses had gotten painful, giving you a rather unpleasant headache which you’d been your best to ignore but Yelena had caught you massaging your temples one too many times.
She waited until both Natasha and Wanda had left the room to grab snacks before turning to you, cupping your cheek as she looked over you, “Are you alright? You’ve been rather quiet today.”
“Im fine ‘Lena.” You tried to assure her, even adding a forced smile for good measure, “Just a little tired, that’s all, don’t worry.”
“Are you-“ She began but stopped seeing that Nat and Wanda had returned with food.
“Everything okay?” Wanda asked as she set down a bag of Doritos onto the coffee table, noticing the slight change in atmosphere.
“Yep, everything’s fine, me and Y/N were just-“
“Hh’tshoo!”
“Bless you.” The room chirped, but you couldn’t help but feel the anxious eyes of Yelena scanning over you once again.
“Im fine.”
“I didn’t say anything.” She smirked.
Over the next few hours, all you could do was sniffle. Nothing seemed to stop the constant running at the back of your nose, not to mention the headache which had felt like it amplified tenfold. But this time it wasn’t just Yelena who’d picked up on it, both Natasha and Wanda had noticed too. But you were desperate to see the night through, you had too.
Thankfully your sniffles seemed to die down for a little bit, well, that was until you’d felt that knowing tingle at the bridge of your nose and whilst you tried to tight against it, there was nothing you could do to stop it.
“Eiiishiew! Hh’ttshoo! Hh-hih’iiishiew!”
“Oh goodness, bless you!” Yelena cooed, rubbing her hand down your back as Wanda used her powers to levitate a box of tissues towards you.
“You feeling okay Y/N?” Natasha asked, exchanging uneasy glances with everyone, sharing her sister’s concern.
“Im fine, I swear, it’s probably just-“ You paused to yawn, unable to stop yourself from sniffling damply afterwards, “Im okay.”
The anxious faces of the three women met your own and your shoulders dropped seeing their concern, the concern which only grew seeing you break off into a series of deep chesty-sounding coughs moments later.
“You don’t sound very well.” Wanda said, being the first the voice the collective thoughts of the room.
At Wanda’s statement Yelena reached over and pressed her hand over your forehead, sighing deeply feeling your overly-warm skin, “I think you’re feverish sweetie, why didn’t you say anything?”
“Relax ‘Lena.” You sniffled, running your sleeve beneath your nose, grimacing as the rough texture irritated it, “Its just a cold, I’ll be fine.”
Nat and Wanda gave each other a knowing look and excused themselves from the room, letting the two of you talk privately.
“You know theres tissues here for a reason, right?” She sighed, pressing a bundle into your hand, “You been feeling icky all day?”
Taking the tissues, you blew your nose, before nodding. Not resisting when Yelena sighed again as she pulled you into a hug, “What are we going to do with you, ey? You’ll be okay sweetie.”
“I know but I didn’t want to spoil your night. I know you love it when we get together with Nat and Wanda, its really fun and I didn’t want either of us to miss out.” You sniffled before sneezing down into your tissue bundle, earning yourself a sympathetic noise from Yelena.
“You haven’t spoilt anything, I just hate to think you’ve been sat here not feeling well the whole time. I’d even say we could take you home right now but look.” Yelena paused, turning your attention to the window. Harsh rain had begun to pour from the skies outside, “Its pouring down. And theres no way I want us to walk back home in that weather, not with you already being ill.”
“We might have a solution for that.” Natasha smiled as she re-entered the room, followed closely behind by Wanda who was holding two small bottles.
“We thought maybe you’d both like to stay the night? Especially with the weather taking a turn for the worst outside.” Wanda offered before holding out the two bottles of medicine towards you, “This should help a little bit dear.”
“Thanks Wanda.” You gave her a small smile, setting the bottles next to you.
“I think sleeping over is a great idea though.” Yelena agreed, giving the two women a thankful nod, “Should we take your guest room?”
Natasha pursed her lips, “Actually, we’re currently doing up that room, the beds are in pieces at the moment but Wanda and I already agreed that Y/N should take our bed for the night, sleeping on the sofa isn’t going to help them feel any better.”
“I cant take your bed!” You tried to exclaim however the roughness of your throat caused you to break off into a fit of harsh coughing.
Yelena sighed again whilst cupping your cheek, “You definitely have a fever sweetie.” She affirmed, “You feel warmer then earlier.”
“We should get them to bed then.” Nat added, “You’ll feel better, cmon.”
With that said, Yelena helped you stand and you both followed Natasha and Wanda to their bedroom. Following their instructions as they guided you to lie down in their bed and it really wasn’t long before you were asleep. You really did need it afterall.
“They’ll be okay, they’ve probably just caught some kind of bug.” Natasha whispered to her sister as Wanda laid another blanket over you before coming to side beside her girlfriend.
“Thanks for taking care of them. It means a lot.” Yelena smiled, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead before quietly leaving the room, letting you rest peacefully, “Hopefully they feel better in the morning.”
“Im sure they will.”
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goldenempyrean · 1 year
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Empyrean’s Advent: Day 10
Prompt: “Let me look after you.”
Pairing: WandaNat x R (Sick Wanda)
Wordcount: 642
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“Wanda, just let me look after you.” You groaned, following your feverish woman as she stumbled around your apartment for the 4th time that evening, “You have to lie back down sweetheart.”
“Noooo.” She whined, fighting to keep her drooping eyes open as clumsily sat herself down on the sofa, “Don't need to- we gotta get Nat.”
“Nat's away right now, she's on her way home. We’ve had this conversation earlier.” With an annoyed sigh, you sat beside her and clasped your hand over her burning forehead, “You’re hotter than before.” You worriedly mutter, cracking your knuckles nervously.
“I want Natasha.” She whined again, and your heart sink with pity, “Where- where’s Natty.”
“Nat's not here baby, she's on her mission. She’ll be home soon, okay? We need to get you back in bed though, you’re burning up again.”
Wanda sniffled damply and scrubbed the back of wrist against her nose, and you grimaced at the sheen it left on her skin.
“Wanda if you weren't so out of it, you’d see how gross that was.” You shook your head, finding the irony in the situation. Usually, Wanda was the cleanest and most hygienic of you all.
“‘Mm’ don’t care.” She mumbled but still she stayed still when you took a tissue and wiped her red-tinged nose.
Everything was calm for a minute, giving you the impression that Wanda had finally ran out of energy, but she was soon standing up, swaying in place as you supressed a very-irritated groan. You definitely owed God an apology for the string of curses that you were mentally screaming at the time...
“I gotta go find Nat.” She stumbled, walking into the edge of the sofa, she would’ve tripped over it entirely if it hadn’t had been for your insanely fast reaction. Holding her, Wanda looked around anxiously and it was only as looked upon her confused feverish expression felt your gaze soften slightly. She really was out of it.
“Baby cmon’. Nat isn’t here, shes on her way home, we spoke to her on the phone earlier remember?” You sighed as you practically forced Wanda to sit back down on the sofa only to grit your teeth in fustration when she stood up again a moment later.  
“No…. We need to go get her-.”  
“Wanda, God help you if you don’t stay still. You have a fever. Sit. Your. Ass. Down.” You growled, finally letting some of your irritation slip out. You hadn't meant to snap but, in that moment, it was the only thing you were able to do.
“But-“ Wanda began but was interrupted but a different voice this time, a voice you both instantly recognised.
“I’d listen if I were you.”  
You both look behind you to see Nat stood in the doorway still dressed in her Black-Widow suit, a large back slumped over her shoulder.
“Oh, thank god.” You sighed in relief as Wanda rushed over to Nat and practiced collapsed into her arms, the fire fuelling her seemingly endless energy finally flickering out and diminishing, “Can we finally get you to lie down now?”
Nat chuckled and held Wanda, taking her into her arms, “Y/N’s right, you need to lie down baby, you’ve been giving Y/N a hard time, hm?” She cooed, as Wanda clutched to her chest.
“I didn’t mean too.” Wanda whispered as she allowed Nat to pick her up.
“It's okay Wands, I know.” You her an understanding look before her let her head rest against Nat’s shoulder.
“We should get you both to bed, you’re both exhausted.” Nat added, seeing just how worn out you were, she came towards you and wrapped her hand around your shoulders, still managing to support Wanda with only one arm. She hummed and pressed a kiss to both of your heads “It's my turn to look after you now.”
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Empyrean’s Advent: Day 3
Prompt: "You sound a bit stuffed up, are you not feeling well?"
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Sick Reader
Wordcount: 910
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“Hey baby, Im home!” Natasha smiled widely as she announced her entrance, shutting the door to your apartment behind her, kicking off the snow from her boots as she hung up her coat. She had definitely been looking forward to getting home, especially considering the wintery storm raging outside.
“Hey.” Your tired voice echoed from the kitchen, carrying its raspy tone with it. You sniffled from your seat at the table, continuing to type at the document displayed on the laptop infront of you, copying across data from one of the numerous large books beside it. Trying desperately to ignore the dull mind-numbing ache at the back of your eyes.
“Hi baby.” Natasha cooed as she came into the kitchen, giving you a questioning look seeing you working at your laptop, “Its almost past 6 sweetie. How come you’re still working?”
Natasha looked over you with curious eyes. Your job allowed you to work from home and you’d always have all your work done by the time Natasha would arrive home. Meaning  she’d normally come home to find you cooking dinner or sat down relaxing infront of the TV, not sitting at the table typing away.
Truth be told, you hadn’t gotten much work done all day, you’d woken up late for a start, meaning you were late for one of you online conferences which lead to your boss scolding you afterwards in a rather unpleasant phone call. You had been muffling painful coughs into your elbow throughout the day too, and it didn’t take long for your throat to become raw and painful. It felt like almost like you had small shards of glass lodged into the back of your throat too. It was safe to say you definitely didn’t feel good at all.
“I’ll be done soon just give me 30 minutes or so.” You offered, trying to give her a convincing smile but your voice came out in an exhausted-sounding congested mumble.
Natasha’s brows furrowed and her face turned into a frown as she heard your voice, she came to sit on the chair beside you, placing her bag on the table before studying your face with an unreadable expression.  
“Whats wrong sweetie?” She asked, her voice carrying her worry.  
Your attempt at discreetly sniffling failed, “Nothings wrong Natty, Im alright, I just need to get this finished.” You said, trying to come up with some sort of excuse.
Obviously, your bluffing fell of death ears as Nat continued to question you further, “You sounded a little stuffed up there sweetie,” She leaned in closer and kissed your cheek, “Are you not feeling well?”
“‘Tasha Im okay, Its probably just the changing weather,.” You waved off her concerns but your movement changed, you began fanning your face, trying to stave off the tickling itch in your nose, “Hh’iitshh! H-Hh’itsshhiu!”
Natasha reached over and pulled her bag onto her lap, searching in it for a moment before pulling out a small travel-sized packet of tissue and handed them to you. You hesitated to take them but after a further insistent nod from Nat you took them.
Natasha waited for you to finish blowing your nose, the sound revealing the congestion you had been attempting to hide, “You been like this all day?”  
“Ever since I woke up.” You replied with a groan, the action irritating your throat and sending you into a small coughing fit, the sound of which you failed to muffle causing Natasha to frown in concern.
Her heart sank at the sound of your rattling coughs, “Breathe princess.” She soothed, her hand running down your back. After you’d eventually re-caught your breath Natasha planted a small kiss to the side of your head, “Put away your laptop sweetie.”
“What- Why?” You asked as you looked up at her in confusion.
“You’re not working while sick, no way that’s happening.” She said, her voice taking on an authoritative tone, “I’ll call us both in sick tomorrow.”
You sighed, there really was no use arguing, “What am I supposed to do then?”
“Well I certainly wouldn’t say no to some cuddles, we could wear those super warm penguin pyjamas that we bought for Christmas?” She smiled before standing up, you watched as she flicked on the kettle and pulled out two mugs.
“Tea?” You asked as you finished saving the document you had been working on, shutting the lid of the laptop.
“Yup, you want honey in it, it’d be good for your throat I think?”  
“Any chance you’d make your darling wife a hot toddy?” You winked at her, though your attempt at looking flirty didn’t achieve the desired effect when you sneezed moments later.
“Aw, bless you.” She smirked clearly amused at your efforts, “If you behave then maybe we can get you one before bed, it actually might help you sleep a little better, that okay?”
You sniffled but it didn’t stop a small smile from tugging at the corners of your lips, “That sounds perfect.”
Natasha went to the pantry and pulled out a small glass jar, adding a generous scoop of the honey into your mug, “Go grab a blanket and get comfy on the sofa, I’ll bring these in.”
You smiled, before padding over to Nat and pulling her towards you, hugging her from behind, “Thank you Natty.”
“No problem princess, go on, get comfy but make sure to leave some room for me.”
“I’ll always leave room for you Nat.”
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Empyrean’s Advent: Day 21
Prompt: “You sound worst then earlier.”
Pairing: WandaNat x R (Sick Reader)
Wordcount: 538
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Wanda's fingers caress across the bridge of your nose with a nurturing tenderness as Natasha's gentle but firm hand rubs along the small of your back. They're both worried about you; you’d come down with a rather nasty bout of the sniffles which had left you feeling particularly awful which had meant the three of you had curled up and taken up residence on the sofas in the living room of the compound for the day.
"That feels so nice." You whispered at their touch, straining what was left of your dry, hoarse voice.
“You sound worst then earlier.” Nat notes, her brows furrowing at the sound of your voice, “Maybe some tea might soothe your throat a little.”
“I’ll be fine Nat, you don’t need to worry.” You smiled, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before breaking off and ducking your head down into the sleeve of your hoodie, “Hih’tiishiew!”
Wanda immediately leans forward and passes the box of tissues from the central coffee table over towards you, "Bless you," she laughs at your sudden sneeze.
Natasha waited for you to finish using your tissues before cupping your face, tilting it up slightly as she looked down into your hazy eyes, "My goodness, you really are getting a cold aren't you, sweetheart? Maybe we should get you another blanket, do you think that’d help?”
“I think Natty’s right sweetie.” Wanda agreed before standing up and grabbing the blanket which draped over one of the other couch's, pulling it over the three of you. However, as she did, strays of the fabric brushes against your face causing your nose to tingle again.
“H’tsschoo! Hhup’tshiew!”
"Your nose really likes to make itself known, doesn’t it?" Natasha teases, the playful lilt in her voice betraying a desire not for witty banter, but to make sure you’re okay, “Maybe you should try and get some more sleep though?”
"I think I can manage that," You yawn, nestling deeping within the blanket. Wanda and Natasha smile down at you, as do you when you see their affectionate eyes, "You’re both amazing" You coughed into your hands, rubbing over your face in an attempt to get rid of the tingling sensations which lingered. It has no effect. "Ugh, s’cuse." You mumbled apologetically before reaching over to take a handful of tissues, blowing your nose with great effort.
“Hey, careful there or you’ll give yourself a sinus infection if you continue like that, be gentle.” Nat chided, “I have some softer tissues up in our bathroom, they have lotion in them.”
Wanda nodded, understanding where Nat was going with this, “Maybe we should go back up to our room, you can rest a little in bed then.” She stopped looking up to the clock on the wall, “Plus, it's almost lunchtime too meaning there's gonna be a whole hoard of loud hangry boys in here soon.”
You sniffled and considered the offer before accepting, taking Natasha’s hand as she stood up, letting the blanket around you fall to the floor as you held out your other to Wanda who took it with a smile. It was moments like this where you felt nothing except love and comfort. Maybe being sick wasn’t so bad afterall.
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Empyrean’s Advent: Day 11
Prompt: “I’ve already called you out of work.”
Pairing: WandaNat x R (Sick Reader)
Wordcount: 855
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You had expected to get sick. You knew it was coming, it was pretty much inevitable after spending so much time nursing Wanda; even with taking precautions, it was still pretty much inevitable.
So, when you woke up only a day later feeling like your head had been smacked full of cement, you couldn’t help but groan. Stifling your annoyance, you rolled over in bed, slowly opening your eyes to see Natasha.
She was already awake, one hand wrapped comfortably over the sleeping form of Wanda who rested, snuggling into the woman’s chest and the other holding open a book which she was contently reading.
“Morning sweetie.” She hummed as you heaved your aching body upright and smiled weakly, trying hard to feign your usual chippy mood.
Only your attempts didn’t quite have the desired effect when your voice came out in a crackly rasp, “Morning.”
“Your voice sounds worst then it did last night.” Nat noted and you could feel her eyes scanning over you. Your voice had been showing signs of deteriorating since last night and you knew Nat had noticed, even if she hadn’t said anything at the time.
“It’s fine.” You sniffled, stretching your arms as you tried to relieve yourself of the aching in your joints, “It’s probably because I’ve just woken up.”
Nat simply hummed as stumbled towards your closet, pulling out a pretty blouse and pair of black jeans, ones which you laid over the edge of the bed whilst you got yourself changed into your shirt.
The room felt hazy and you felt yourself steadily drifting off, as a result you felt yourself jump slightly when Nat abruptly spoke.
“You sure you’re alright to go in today?” She asked, the weight of her growing concern was heavy in her voice, “You dont seem 100% today, you coming down with the same sucky bug as Wands?” She asked, looking down to the sleeping woman in her arms. Although Wanda had been feeling slightly better in the last few day, the clutch of a fever still hung close to her cheeks.
“Im okay ‘Tasha, I just need to finish getting changed” You mumbled but still found yourself sitting down at the end on the bed, your drowsiness winning over your actions.
You sniffled and rubbed at your nose for a second before whipping around and grabbing a handful of tissues from the box which sat close to Natasha’s knees on the bed before trying to muffle a set of desperate sneezes into them.
“Hh-iii’tshhh! Hh..H’iiitshiew! Hh-Hup’tshhiew!”
Your sighed, the sound of which was leached with congestion and fatigue causing Natasha to look at you sympathetically as she carefully rose from the bed.
“Lay back down baby,” Nat whispered as she came up behind you, pressing a loving kiss to you neck as she wrapped her arms around you, “I’ve already called you out of work.”
You tried to cough quietly as you scrubbed at your nose with the tissues before asking the question which had began lingering in your mind, “How did you know that I would wake up sick?”
“Well you’ve been around Wanda throughout her whole contagious period and it was obvious you weren’t feeling too good last night either.” She raised an eyebrow at you, letting you know that your decline in health hadn’t gone unnoticed by her, “Your terrible at trying to hide things from me, y’know.”
It was then that another stuffy-sounding sneeze was heard, only thing time it came from the woman huddled beneath the bed, “Whats going on?
“Y/N’s sick.” Nat sighed as she helped you lay back down in bed, settling you next to Wanda.
“Im sorry I got you sick.” She apologised as you tried to get yourself into some sort of comfortable position.
“It’s not your fault.” You sniffled thickly and twitched your nose, “My stupid nose is all stuffy.”
Natasha’s eyes lit up and she clicked her fingers almost as if she had suddenly remembered something. With a small smirk she went over and began to search through her set of drawers. It took her a moment but she eventually pulled out a small blue plastic jar, one which you recognised faintly.
She came and sat beside you and looked down at your work blouse which you were still wearing.
“May I?” Natasha asked, her finger twirling around one of the buttons on your blouse. You nodded, giving Natasha your approval and with it, she carefully unbuttoned your shirt, gently removing it from you.
She then opened the small jar, and the distant smell of Vicks Vapour Rub rose from within it as she took a generous amount and massaged it into your exposed chest. It felt amazing and you gave a long, relaxed exhale, as it slowly began to open up your sinuses.
“You’re amazing darling.”
“Arnt I just.” Natasha smirked and gave you a small wink which caused you give a small chuckle as she climbed back into the bed, carefully crawling over so she could nestle herself between her two sickly girlfriends. Maybe spending another few days in bed wouldn’t be too bad afterall…
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Empyrean’s Advent: Day 5
Prompt: “Your forehead is abit too warm for my liking, let me take your temperature please.”
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Sick Reader
Wordcount: 875
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Getting sick was bad enough on its own, but getting sick on the day you were meant to go down and wander through the festive Christmas markets of New York with the rest of the Avengers, well, that really did suck.
You knew if the team knew that you were sick they’d cancel the whole night, not wanting to have fun at your expense so instead you made the decision to stay behind. It was easy to stay out of sight most of the day, it wasn’t like you wanted to move anyway. Every time you moved it would only cause your aching muscles burn. When evening came, you made the offer to stay behind, under the excuse that someone needed to stay behind, just incase anything were to happen.
You’d almost gotten away with it too. Despite your ability to hide the truth from other members of the team, there was someone who knew you all too well. Natasha.
You and Natasha had always had a way of understanding each other from the beginning. As such, she had instantly seen through your excuses, knowing something was off. The unusual dark circles under your eyes only helped to solidify her hunch too. You could almost feel her worried eyes as they scanned over you, effortlessly seeing right through your fibs.
“I’ll stay too. If anything was to happen, I wanna be here to support Y/N.” She said firmly despite your best efforts to convince her that you’d be okay on your own.
With everything settled, the team headed out afew hours later and with the promise to return with some tasty Christmas goodies, they left you in the caring hands of your girlfriend.
The moment everybody had left was when the walls you had fought so hard to raise came tumbling down as you fell into the open embrace of Natasha.
“You don’t feel well.” She stated sympathetically with a small sigh as she rubbed your back. She hadn’t bothered to ask, you both already knew the answer anyway.
Her strong arms came to support you, lifting you up so that you were helpless to resist when she began carrying you back towards your room.
The next thing you felt was the cushioning of your soft mattress beneath you as Nat laid you down in your bed. She pulled a fluffy hoodie out from her drawers along with a pair of silky smooth pyjama pants and set down beside you.
“Arms up for me princess.” She instructed, you did so and she pulled off your shirt, frowning as she felt the slight dampness which clung to it.
Natasha wordlessly raised her palm to your forehead, shaking her head as she felt the searing heat coming from you. “Your forehead is abit too warm for my liking, let me take your temperature please?”
“The thermometer should still be in the bathroom.” You mumbled back, clumsily pulling on the clothes Natasha had given you, as she went to go find it.
She came back afew moments later, thermometer in hand. Luckily for you Stark insisted on keeping only the best and latest pieces of technology and so, Natasha only had to hover the device over your forehead for it to gauge your temperature. The small digital screen flashed red, the numbers ‘38.9’ displayed across it.
“Oh baby, thats not very good, is it?” Natasha sighed, as you sniffled thickly and rubbed your running nose against the sleeve of her hoodie, “Dont get snot on my favourite hoodie.” She joked, reaching over for the box of tissues on your nightstand and she placed them next to you.
You blushed red with embarrassment, hating any acknowledgment of your symptoms “Dont be gross Nata- Hh’ishhiew!” You sneezed and laid down with an exaggerated sigh, “I hate this!”
“Its okay,” Natasha reached out to cold your hand, “How long have you felt sick for?”
“I’ve felt shitty all day.” You admitted with a raspy whine, causing your sore throat to rebel against you, sending you into a fit of spluttering chest-rattling coughs.
“Breathe princess. Im not surprised you feel like crap. You really should’ve told me, how come you didn’t?”
“I knew you’d stay home.” You sniffled as you hid your face beneath the covers, “You deserve to have fun too.”
Natasha’s gaze soften hearing your words, “Going out to these places is only fun when Im with you and if you’re here feeling all miserable and sick then I wanna be here to take care of you.” You reached up to wrap your arms around Nat, hugging her tightly. Your girlfriend returned the gesture, however she couldn’t help but be filled with worry at the sound of your laboured breathing, “Let me get you some water darling.” She said, helping you lay back down again before moving back the hair that had fallen loosely down infront of your face.
Only about 5 minutes had passed before she returned but you had long since fallen asleep. Your small congested snores filled the room, seeing your sleeping form, Natasha decided it was better not to wake you. You really did need the rest after all, instead she carefully climbed in bedside you, making to plant a soft kiss on your lips before pulling the blanket around you.
“Sweet dreams Y/N.”
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