Home Is You
Part 2 - Sick
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x Y/N Warnings: Illness, fever, exhaustion, self-neglect, medication mentions, hurt/comfort, caretaking. Word Count: 1155 Summary: A few days after their peaceful movie night, Y/N starts feeling unwell. At first she hides it, not wanting Wanda and Natasha to worry. But when her stubbornness catches up to her, the two women quickly realize something is wrong. What follows is a lot of soft caretaking, cuddles, protective girlfriends, and Y/N learning that she doesn’t always have to be the strong one.
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The first sign should have been the headache. Y/N woke up with a dull ache behind her eyes. Nothing major. Nothing worth mentioning. Certainly nothing worth worrying Wanda and Natasha over. So she ignored it. Unfortunately, the universe seemed determined to make that impossible. By breakfast the headache had grown worse. By lunch she was exhausted. By dinner she felt like she’d been hit by a truck. Still, she said nothing. Because Y/N had always been terrible at admitting when she needed help.
“Are you listening?” Y/N blinked.
“Huh?”
Across the table, Wanda frowned.
“I asked if you wanted Chinese or pizza.”
“Oh.” Y/N rubbed her eyes. “Either.”
Natasha immediately looked up from her coffee. The response wasn’t unusual. But Y/N’s voice was. Normally she was energetic. Animated. Bright. Now she sounded tired. Very tired. Natasha exchanged a glance with Wanda. Wanda noticed too.
“Are you okay?” Wanda asked.
“Fine.”
Too quick. Too automatic. Natasha narrowed her eyes. The Black Widow could spot a lie from a mile away. And that had definitely been a lie.
“You don’t look fine.”
Y/N forced a smile. “I just didn’t sleep well.”
The explanation seemed reasonable. Believable. But Natasha wasn’t convinced. Neither was Wanda. Still, they let it go. For now.
—⧗ᗢ—
The next morning was worse. Much worse. Y/N woke up shivering. Which made absolutely no sense because she was trapped between two human furnaces. Natasha’s arm rested around her waist. Wanda was practically sprawled across her chest. Usually it was the coziest place in the world. Today she felt miserable. Carefully, she slipped out of bed. Neither woman woke up. A rare achievement. Y/N quietly left the room. The second she reached the bathroom she leaned against the sink. Her reflection looked awful. Pale. Dark circles. Glassy eyes.
“Great.”
Definitely sick. She splashed water on her face. Took some painkillers. Then made a terrible decision. She went to training.
—⧗ᗢ—
An hour later, Natasha entered the gym. And immediately stopped. Y/N was hitting a punching bag. Hard. Far harder than necessary. Her movements were slower than usual. Sloppy. Unfocused. Natasha folded her arms.
“Why are you here?”
Y/N nearly jumped. “Training.”
“I can see that.” Natasha walked closer. “You look terrible.”
“Thanks.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
Y/N sighed. “I’m fine.”
Natasha reached forward and pressed the back of her hand against Y/N’s forehead. Her eyes widened immediately.
“You’re burning up."
Y/N groaned. “Nat.”
“No.”
“It’s just a fever.”
“No.”
“Natasha.”
“No.”
Y/N stared. Natasha stared back. A battle of wills. One Natasha won within seconds. Because Wanda suddenly appeared behind them.
“Oh my God.”
Y/N closed her eyes. There it was. The end. The second Wanda saw her face, everything was over. The witch immediately hurried forward.
“You’re sick.”
“No.”
“Y/N.”
“A little.”
“A little?” Wanda placed a hand against her forehead. Red magic flickered instinctively. Her expression became horrified. “Natasha!”
“I know.”
“She’s boiling.”
“I know.”
Y/N sighed dramatically. “You two are being dramatic.”
Both women looked at her. Offended.
“Excuse me?” Natasha asked.
“You have a fever.”
“You can barely stand.”
“You look exhausted.”
Y/N pointed accusingly. “See?”
Wanda blinked. “See what?”
“Being dramatic.” Y/N said wide eyed
Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m dating an idiot.”
“I heard that.”
“Good.”
—⧗ᗢ—
Ten minutes later Y/N found herself wrapped in three blankets. On the couch. Forbidden from moving. Absolutely forbidden from training. Absolutely forbidden from working. Absolutely forbidden from doing anything except resting. It was torture.
“I could be helping.”
“No.” Replied Wanda
“I could answer emails.”
“No.” Wanda said again
“I could—”
“No.”
Y/N looked at Wanda.
“You didn’t even know what I was going to say.”
“I didn’t need to.”
Natasha appeared carrying a mug.
“Tea.”
Y/N accepted it.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
The response was soft. Immediate. Loving. Y/N’s heart squeezed. Even sick, she couldn’t stop appreciating them. Natasha sat beside her. Wanda immediately curled up against Y/N’s other side. Despite being sick, Y/N smiled.
“This is nice.”
“Good.”
“You have no choice.”
“Also good.”
Natasha rolled her eyes.
“You are impossible.”
Wanda grinned.
“She loves us."
“Unfortunately.”
Y/N laughed. Then immediately regretted it when her head pounded. Wanda’s expression softened.
“You should sleep.”
“I’m not tired.”
Both women gave her a look. Y/N lasted exactly thirty seconds. Then her eyes drifted closed.
—⧗ᗢ—
When she woke up, she was warm. Comfortably warm. Not fever warm. Safe warm. She blinked slowly. Natasha sat in an armchair nearby reading. Wanda was asleep against her shoulder. Both women looked peaceful. Home. The thought appeared instantly.Home. Y/N smiled softly. Natasha noticed immediately.
“You’re awake.”
“Tiny spy.”
“I know.”
Wanda stirred. Then immediately sat up.
“Y/N?”
“I’m okay.”
The witch launched herself forward. Y/N barely had time to react before Wanda was hugging her. Carefully. Gently. Like she was something precious. Something worth protecting. Y/N wrapped her arms around her.
“I missed you.”
“You were asleep for three hours.”
“Exactly.”
Natasha snorted. Wanda ignored her. The witch pulled back slightly. Green eyes searched her face. Checking. Assessing. Making sure she was truly okay. When she seemed satisfied, she relaxed. A little. Only a little.
“You’re staying here tomorrow too.”
“Wanda—”
“No.”
Y/N looked toward Natasha. Seeking backup. A terrible mistake. Natasha didn’t even hesitate.
“She’s right.”
“Traitor.”
“We’re literally your girlfriends.”
“Exactly.”
“That isn’t what traitor means.”
“It is today.”
Natasha laughed. The sound was quiet. Rare. Beautiful. Y/N would happily stay sick forever if it meant hearing that laugh. Well. Maybe not forever. A day or two.
—⧗ᗢ—
That evening turned into the softest night Y/N could remember. No missions. No emergencies. No training. Just blankets. Movies. Soup. And two ridiculously protective girlfriends. At some point Wanda ended up lying across Y/N’s lap. Natasha sat beside her with one hand resting on Y/N’s leg. Neither seemed willing to let her out of their sight. Not that Y/N minded. Not really. She watched the movie for a while. Then watched them instead. Wanda’s sleepy smile. Natasha’s focused expression. The way they unconsciously reached for each other. For her. Always for her.
“What?” Natasha asked suddenly.
Y/N blinked.
“What?”
“You’re staring.”
“Oh.”
A smile tugged at Y/N’s lips.
“I love you.”
Wanda immediately looked up. “I love you too.”
Natasha’s expression softened. “So do I.”
The room grew quiet. Comfortable. Warm. Y/N leaned back against the couch. Wrapped in blankets. Wrapped in love. And for the first time all day, she didn’t feel miserable. Because she wasn’t facing it alone. She never had to. Not with Wanda and Natasha. Not with her family. Not with home. As Wanda snuggled closer and Natasha reached for her hand, Y/N realized something. Being strong wasn’t doing everything by yourself. Sometimes being strong meant letting people take care of you. And judging by the smug look Natasha was wearing, she and Wanda intended to remind her of that for a very, very long time.
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