Hey :) This took far longer then it should’ve done, very sorry about that. I hope everybody likes this part. There was going to be a pt3 but i ended up combining them. I have some requests still backlogged so I’m gonna get those done soon as well
•CW• THERES A SCENE OF VOMITING IN HERE, ITS NOT TOO DETAILED DW BUT JUST BE AWARE THAT ITS THERE (Im gonna mark the paragraph with a ‘⋐’ symbol so feel free just to skip over it!), theres also more swearing in this then my usual mumbo jumbo, if I need to add anything else lmk ;) Note: I havent edited this well, i’ll fix it later :)
Summary: Nat’s pushing herself way too far and when you’re there to hold her close. The sparks of your feelings burst into flames. Wordcount: 3761
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Natasha couldn’t help but sigh as she stood woozily over the sink in the faculty bathroom, as that one moment replayed in her mind. That one moment as you walked away. The way your hair swished carefully at your shoulders, the way your body curved as you took your perfect strides towards the exit leaving her in absolute awe. Everything about you was perfect… Shit.
She hadn’t even realised just how hard she had fell for you. Now if she’d have known the effect you would have on her, Natasha never would’ve allowed you to get this close. She wanted exactly what she would never be able to have. I’m such an idiot…
Natasha leant down towards the sink as she splashed the cool water against her burning face as she sniffled. Sighing again as she looked over her pasty complexion in the mirror infront of her. Her forehead was damp with feverish sweat as she took slow breaths, trying to control her racing thoughts.
Just another few hours. Thats all it was. All she had to do was get a faculty meeting over and done with. Then she’d be able to go home. Home. Natasha never thought herself as a person to miss their home but as she stood weakly over the sink, she couldn’t help but long to be back in the safety and comfort of her room. Wrapped in the safety and comfort of your arms…
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By the time Natasha had gotten home it was almost 11pm. The meeting ended up running over by a mile. When she finally stumbled into her apartment, Natasha was burning up with her fever. Her apartment seemed to spin around her as she staggered towards her room. Stepping into her empty room, Natasha’s heart sank seeing her bed empty, just as it always was. She didn’t know why but she had half expected you to be sat there, just waiting for her to arrive back home. Idiot. How could she miss you when you weren’t even hers? She didn’t have long go dwell on the matter however. Moments later her tummy gave an irritated growl, a wave of nausea rushed over her as she struggled to fight back her gag as the contents of her stomach churned.
⋐ Fuck, fuck, fuck! Natasha bolted into the small bathroom which connected to her room. She didn’t have time to plaster her hair back before she began to heave into the bowl of the toilet, gagging as the remains of her lunch made their way up her throat. The moment seemed to last forever, just when she’d thought she was finished another wave came upon her. By the time she had finally finished Nat was exhausted. She slumped against the side of her shower, sliding herself onto the floor, the cool tiles felt amazing against her burning skin so she just led there, her face pressed to the floor. Now Nat knew it was gross, but at this point she just didn’t care anymore. She’d been dealing with feeling like utter crap all day, there was no point in trying to act prideful now. Deep down Nat she knew that she should probably get up, push herself up from the floor and get herself cleaned up and crawl into the comfort of her bed, but she just couldn’t. Her muscles felt weak and fatigued, slowly as she resisted the urge to move the room gradually grew darker around her. Maybe just another 5 minutes wouldn’t hurt…
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Nat awoke that morning to…silence? Her apartment was completely silent. Natasha hadn’t even realised that she was still laying on the cold floor of her bathroom until she pushed herself upright. How she’d even managed to fall asleep there was beyond her, the floor was far from comfy despite the fact it felt great against her skin. Nat slowly stood up, gripping the sink for support as she steadier herself. Looking up and at the mirror Nat grimaced as she took in her sickly appearance.
God she looked like crap. Hell, she felt like it too. She looked out and into her room, gazing at her still bed, longing to curl herself beneath the sheets. No, she had to go into work today, she had things to do, students to teach. She needed to see you again.
Thinking of work, she didn’t even know what the time was. Natasha quickly turned to the sink and cleaned herself up. She carefully made her way into her room only to near jump out of her skin as she saw the time on her small alarm clock.
“SHIT!” She hissed aloud, only it ignited the burn at the back of her throat causing her to break into a fit of coughing and splutters. Scrambling over to towards her drawers she was pulling out the first things which she grabbed. Luckily enough the outfit seemed to match and Natasha hastily pulled it on, throwing her sweat-drenched clothes from the previous night onto the floor beneath her. Within 10 minutes Natasha had managed to get herself somewhat ready. She gave herself a final look over in her hallway mirror, cringing internally at the greasy hair which hung sloppily by her shoulders. There wasn’t time to deal with this now.
She was so focused on getting out on time, she almost forgot to lock her apartment door as she raced out and towards the elevator. Once in the lobby she didn’t have the time nor strength to give her usual chippy greeting to the kind receptionist at the desk, instead she hurried past almost walking into the automatic door itself when it didn’t open instantaneously.
Nat quickly located her car and hopped it, silently cursing at the time as it popped on the car’s small electronic screen. 10:35. Her lecture had started 15 minutes ago… Nat mumbled a string of profanities as she sped out of the parking lot. Speeding off towards the direction of the campus.
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“Seriously again?” You quietly said under your breath, tapping your foot impatiently as the time ticked by. The feeling seemed to be mutual with the rest of your classmates. The same uneasy conversations began again, this time people seemed to be more annoyed rather then confused. There was a slight motion in the back of your head however that you couldn’t quite shake, was this your fault? You couldn’t help but wonder if your interaction yesterday had somehow deterred her to the point where she didn’t even want to come into her own lecture.
There was a slight guilt that washed over your thoughts as you tapped your pencil against the side of your open notebook. There was a part of you hoping that Nat wouldn’t show, hoping that you wouldn’t have to face looking her in the eyes. No. You had to see her, you needed too see her. Your slight feeling of guilt soon blossomed into a overwhelming concern as Natasha had still not shown. Two days in a row, something really wasn’t right. The supposed lesson crept by as time passed with no sign of Nat showing. There was only 20 minutes left now, was she really not going to show up?
A rapid flush of cold air swooped into the room as the main door to the hall swung open. An exhausted-looking Nat slowly dragged herself to the centre of the hall and slumped down at the chair behind her desk.
“Natasha?” You whispered quietly, purely out of shock and concern. For lack of words, she looked terrible. Not only did it look like she had barely slept, her forehead looked damp with beads of sweat. It was a mystery how she had even managed to walk around the classroom nevermind drive the whole way here in that condition, the reason for her lateness suddenly making a whole lot of sense now. “Just a cold” She had said… Lair.
“Get out your books please.” Nat’s voice came out in raspy string of words, “Just revise… Or something like that… Hh’tushhoo!”
“Professor?” Somebody spoke out, breaking the awkward silence which had fallen on the room.
Natasha barely looked up from where her head rested in her hands, she responded to the student with a congested mumbled of incoherent words she said before looking up only to wince as the light shone into her eyes. The student stayed silent for a moment resulting in an annoyed snap from Nat, “Well?”
The hissed tone of her voice irritated her raw throat, causing her to muffle a series of crackly painful sounding coughs into her elbow.
“N-Nevermind.” The student stuttered, clearly changing their mind about asking questions upon seeing how much the professor was out of it.
Now Nat usually had a strict no-talking policy during her lessons but she didn’t even seem to care anymore as the uneased students began talking amongst themselves. The loud bell rang in the hallway and people hurriedly packed away, many not daring to look at their professor as they rushed from the hall.
Collecting the last of your things, you threw your small backpack over your shoulder before slowly making your way to Nat’s desk, where she was sitting with her hand resting on her arms facing the table.
“You can sit down.” Nat looked up with a tired croak, quickly adding, “Only if you want too.”
You sighed, trying to mask your growing concern, “Of course I want too.” You kept your tone soft as you sat down, not wanting to aggravate the obvious headache she’d been suffering through, “Nat. Did I… Can we talk?” You stumbled over your words, struggling to find the right ones.
She looked up at you, finally bringing her hand from her hands for the first time since she’d entered the room, “I wanted to talk too.” She began but cut herself off, holding up her finger to pause the convosation, “Hh’heptsshoo! Hi’tshhhoo!” Natasha’s hair fell messily infront of her eyes and you had to resist the demanding urge to fix it for her, “Sorry…” Her hoarse voiced trailed off as she sniffled thickly, scrunching her nose as the relentless itch persisted.
“Bless you.” You cooed, allowing a undertone of comfort to seep into your words. You longed to hold her, to assure her she’d be fine. Your heart dropped at the thought of her spending the night alone in her condition, “You really shouldn’t be up and about with a bug like that.” You chided her lightly, keeping your voice soft.
“Im fine darling.” Your heart fluttered as you heard sound of her hoarse voice whispering the petname, “Its just some sniffles dear.” She cleared her throat as her words scratched against her aching red throat.
“We both know that not exactly true- bless you, bless you.” You blessed her kindly again as Natasha failed to stifle another set of sickly sounding sneezes, “You sound terrible, why did you come in today?” You let your hands rest of the table infront of you and to your surprise Natasha outstretched hers and cupped them within her own. Is this really happening?
“You worry too much.” Nat tried to assure you but her efforts were shallow, she cleared her throat again before asking, “Can we talk about… us?”
You shifted in your seat at the verbalisation of your complicated relationship. There was nothing more then you wanted than to be with Natasha. She was perfect. Now with Natasha mentioning the feeling between the pair of you, could this be real? Could this really happen?
“I was wanting to talk about that too.” You admitted, gazing longingly into her glassy green eyes, for a moment you swore you could see something in them, “What exactly are-
“Hhi’tshh! Hh..h’ischiew! Hhup’sssh!”
Nat’s head ducked down into her elbow as she failed to control her sniffling nose, she tried to apologise but broke off into of rather unpleasant coughing. Before you knew what you were doing you had already rushed around to her side of the desk and was running your hand down her back in soft circles as she came down from her fit.
Once she’d finally regained her breath Natasha leant back against you, her body exhausted seemed to move without thought, sinking into your warmth as her feverish body was wracked with chills. The feeling of concern only grew and Nat began to mumbled something against you. An idea slipped into your mind so you hesitantly hovered your hand above her forehead, silently asking for permission. Receiving a small nod from Nat you laid your hand upon her forehead, frowning as the heat radiating from her feverish head met your skin.
“Mmmh, you feel amazing.” Nat muttered, her shaky hand reached up and she rubbed her thumb against your cheek.
Oh Jesus. A burning redness embraced your cheeks, and the weight of your feelings truly sunk in. So… This is what love really felt like.
Your feelings seemed to distract you and had you had failed to notice Natasha shift from her position as she begun to stand. You stepped back, allowing her room when her knees suddenly gave way, sending her stumbling backwards, back into your hold.
“Woah woah. Easy there sweetie.” The petname slipped from your mouth like silk as you steadied her on her feet, “We should get you home. You’re in absolutely no condition to be here right now.” The concern and worry you were feeling clouded your mind, you had almost completely forgotten on why you had came over to speak in the first place. Whatever, that could wait. What mattered now was Natasha.
By the time your mind had registered what you were doing, you were already in the process of gathering Natasha’s things, packing them into her bag before pulling it over your back, insisting that you carry it for her. “Cmon. I promise I’m gonna get you home Natty.”
You were certain you saw the hint of a smile of her face as you called her that. You couldn’t be 100% sure as her face switched before she sneezed twice, sniffling afterwards but you swore that you’d seen it.
“You okay to walk?” You lowered your voice, almost as if the question was deeply personal. You let Nat think for a moment and when it became clear that she was too out of it to make a decision you took matters into your own hands, whispering sweet nothings as you helped her out of the hall and down the corridors towards to the entrance of the campus, not caring who saw. You instructed her to take a seat on one of the small benches, pulling out your phone to order a taxi. No way were you letting her drive in her condition.
A gust of icy wind swept through sending chills down Nat’s spine. You instinctively wrapped your arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer into your warmth. Natasha sank into your warmth as the pair of you waited for the taxi to arrive. You elected to remain silent, the only sound being that of Nat’s persistent sniffles.
It wasn’t too long before a car pulled into view, rolling down its window and calling your name. You jumped up, making sure to be ready to support Nat. You were glad you did when she her foot got caught, almost sending her flying forwards as she tripped. “You look drunk.” You joked lightly, trying to spare her the embarrassment.
“‘m dizzy,” She offered a semi coherent explanation as she made her way to the car, sinking into your support arms which graciously supported her body. Natasha ducked into the car, you weren’t sure wether to climb beside her but Nat spoke up softly, “Don’t feel pressured to come. You’ve already done more then enough.” Her voice was frail as she spoke, assuring you she didn’t need you to come any further but her eyes screamed another story, deep down she longed for you. Her fevered mind was racing with thoughts that she just couldn’t voice no matter how much she wanted too. You’d made her a promise and you wasn’t going to break it.
“When I said I’m taking you home, I meant it.” You climbed into the opposite side, pleasantly surprised when Nat leant against you mumbling something you couldn’t quite hear, “Now, where am I taking you?”
It took her a moment to think, before she croaked out the address of her apartment. The car began to move, the jolty road doing little ease her discomfort. You heard her moan as the car dipped inti a pothole causing her to bang her head into the side of the window, “You wanna lean this way?” You offered, shifting you shoulder so she’d be more comfortable.
Nat accepted this offering and she rested her body against you. She’d been doing this a lot today and each time it never failed to cause a storm of butterflies in your stomach. She was Natasha Romanoff. THE Natasha Romanoff. The infamous Black Widow. She was the ultimate soy, regarded worldwide for her skill and here she was laying against you, it felt like nothing else mattered more in the world. Yet in the back of your mind, there was a small dreaded thought that you just couldn’t face. Nat had a fever right? What if shes not thinking clearly, what if when shes finally back to feeling her usual self this relationship ends here. Had you been looking too deep into things? What if to her, you were just a friend… What if just another student to her?
You had to be sure. Eventually the car pulled up too a large fancy-looking apartment complex. Huh this must be where she lives when shes not at the compound. You got out of the car to open the door for the exhausted woman who was having trouble even pulling herself from the comfy leather seat of the taxi.
“Lets go you inside.” You encouraged her lightly, thanking the driver of the taxi as you closed the door.
“You’re amazing.” Nat muttered against you as you crossed the road to the entrance of the building.
Somebody from inside seemed to have saw you and came rushing out to the doors. Nat recognised the faint figure of the kind receptionist from earlier that morning. She seemed panicked at Nat’s state of health, insisting that she take her inside.
“Thank you, but I’ve got this.” You fake smiled and tried to assure the woman that you were both perfectly fine and didn’t need her help. She seemed almost offended by this, pulling Nat slightly inside.
Nat didn’t even seem to realise what was happening, her mind was far too clouded. All she did know that she was being slowly pulled away from you. She could make out your shocked face, why was this woman pulling her away. Why was she leaving you? …No!
Even in her fevered state Natasha easily broke free of the woman’s grasp, swinging herself around to knock the back of the woman’s knees, sending swiftly her to the ground, just hard enough to not cause her any harm. You heard the annoyed scoff of the receptionist who had quickly shuffles back away to the safety of her desk, as Natasha swayed woozily, the whole ordeal seeming to zap any of her remaining energy.
“Natty!” You called out, running up to her, wrapping your arms around her. You couldn’t stop the words spilling from your mouth as you held her close, “Natasha. I cant stay silent anymore. Nat I think- No. I know, I lov-“
Natasha was trying her best to listen, trying to fight the fog in her mind as you talked. Just as you began to say your final statement her nose began to twitch, “Hh’tshoo!”
“…you.” You admitted, almost shaking as much as she was as you poured out your feelings.
Nat was in shock. Had she heard you correctly? No. No. No. This was just her sadistic mind trying to trick her. There was no way she’d be tricked again. No… ‘I love you?” No! You must’ve said “bless you” and she’d misheard you… unless?
Her mind couldn’t comprehend what you’d said, she let out a small, “Oh.” Unsure of what to say in response.
Oh?! What was that supposed to mean?!
There silence was deafening as you both stared at each other, both of you unsure of what to say. Nat’s teeth began to chatter slightly despite her raging fever. It was then you decided to move, you cupped her burning face within your soft palm before leaning in and softly kissing her cheek.
Nat smiled. She felt dizzy, though this time for a different reason, an array of butterflies fluttered around as your gentle lips kissed her. She almost lost herself in the moment entirely. “Y/N.” She moaned softly as you pulled away, leaving your faces blushed a scarlet red.
“Can we really do this?” You whispered, as Natasha reached with a single hand to hold your own.
“We can make it work.” Nat responded through her smile. She didn’t hesitate for a moment before taking her other hand and placing it on the back of her hair, gently holding you as she pressed her lips against yours.
Fireworks. That was the only work to describe the emotions you felt in that moment. It seemed to never end but Nat had to pull away to muffle a series of coughs.
“You should probably head up to bed.” You spoke quietly, still concerned with her current state of health, “Go and sleep this off. You shouldn’t come in until you actually feel better.”
“Im fine sweetie.” There it was again, hearing the familiar petname made your heart almost skip a beat, “It sounds worst then it fee- Hh.Hnngxt! H...Hhep’tshoo!”
“Bless you.” You cooed and stepped inside to follow Natasha, “Well you sound lke you feel terrible to me so what we’re going to do is; get you inside, run you a cool shower so we can get that fever of yours down and then we’re going your to get more much earned rest. Im going to look after you Nat. How does that sound?”
“…That sounds perfect darling.”
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