Fracture
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Rating: Mature
Tags: Ambush, Blood, Injuries, CPR, Near Character Death, Field Medicine, Guns, Shooting, Hydra, Crying, Kissing, Snuggling, Hospitals. Let me know if I missed one.
Word Count: 1000+
Written For: @badthingshappenbingo @whumpmasinjuly-archive
Squares/Prompts Filled: I4 - Ambush for BTHB | Day 6 - Field Medicine for Whumpmas In July
Dividers By: DNC and Support Dividers - @saradika-graphics | Black Widow Divider - @super-marvel-dc
“Negative. The Quinjet stays airborne. This is a solo recon mission. Do not engage.”
Fury’s voice crackled through Natasha’s comm, firm and cold as always.
She stared at the monitor, where your vitals had just vanished.
One second, steady heart rate and biometric data, and the next second, gone. Black screen. Silence.
Her heart stopped.
“I’m going in,” she snapped, hands already working the controls.
“Romanoff, stand down! We have assets en route. Extraction team-”
“I’m not waiting,” she growled, already plunging the Quinjet down through the clouds. “You can lecture me later.”
And with that, she cut the line.
The Hydra base loomed beneath her. Half-collapsed and flanked by jagged cliffs, quiet in the way that danger always is before it explodes.
She landed the jet hard and left it idling as her boots slammed against the ground one after the other. She sprinted through the rotting corridors, your last coordinates burned into her brain. The metallic scent of blood hit her before she found you.
You were crumpled against a rusted support beam, unconscious, your gear shredded, wounds soaked through with blood. The floor beneath you was dark and sticky. Your skin was so pale and dread seeped into her veins like ice.
“Y/N!” Her voice broke as she dropped to her knees, pressing fingers to your throat. “No, no, no… come on.”
Your faint, thready pulse fluttered against the pads of her fingers, barely there.
She touched your face, her gloves now slick with your blood. “Baby, can you hear me?”
You groaned faintly, your eyes trying to open.
“I got ambushed,” you rasped, barely audible. “There were more...trap…”
“Shh,” she breathed, tearing open your vest to check the wound on your side. It was deep, too deep. “Save your energy. I’ve got you now.”
She opened her field kit with trembling hands, applying a coagulant to slow the bleeding, tying another wound on your upper thigh with pressure bandages, whispering reassurances through gritted teeth.
And then, your breathing faltered. Your chest stilled.
“No.” Her voice cracked. “No, no, no, please…”
Your eyes slowly shut and then...nothing.
She stared in frozen horror for one heartbeat, then launched into action. The heel of her right hand pressed repeatedly against your chest, counting compressions, desperate breaths between each cycle. “Don’t you do this to me. Don’t you dare leave me.”
“Come back to me,” she whispered again and again. “I can’t...I can't do this without you.”
You didn’t respond.
But she didn’t stop.
Until finally...finally, you gasped, choking on air, eyes flying open in panic before collapsing back.
“Oh god,” she sobbed, her forehead pressed against yours, her tears mixing with your blood. “You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.”
A familiar voice sounded in her comm as her earpiece crackled back to life.
“Romanoff, it's Rogers. Fury said you went off-script. We’re two minutes out. Bucky’s with me. Where are you?”
Natasha exhaled a shaky breath, cradling your head in her lap. “Sublevel three. She's hurt...badly. I need evac.”
“Sit tight. We’ve got your back,” Steve replied.
A moment later, she heard the distant echo of boots. Gunfire. Metal groaning. Hydra was still crawling in the dark like rats.
She tightened her grip around your body.
“You stay awake, okay?” she whispered. “Help’s coming.”
Steve and Bucky crashed into the hallway moments later, Steve’s shield reflecting light like a beacon of hope. Bucky panted as his eyes darted around to stay vigilant.
“Nat-” Steve’s eyes locked on the two of you. “Oh my god.”
“She’s lost too much blood,” Natasha said quickly, her voice steel even though her hands were shaking. “I lost her briefly...I got her back...barely.”
“I'll take her,” Bucky said, moving to scoop you into his arms.
“No,” Natasha snapped. “You cover us. I’m not letting go.”
Bucky nodded silently, stepping forward to clear the corridor ahead with his rifle. Steve took the rear, shield raised as Hydra agents began pouring in behind them.
Natasha carried you in her arms, blood soaking through her suit, her face set in grim determination.
“I’ve got you,” she whispered again and again. “I’m right here.”
They made it to the Quinjet under fire. Steve held the ramp, deflecting bullets. Bucky mowed down the last squad as Natasha brought you in and laid you down gently on the floor.
You were unconscious again. Breathing shallow. But alive.
“Get us out of here!” Steve shouted, jumping aboard as the hatch slammed shut.
The Quinjet roared into the sky.
Natasha sank to her knees beside you, gripping your hand like it was the only thing anchoring her to this earth.
“She stopped breathing,” she whispered to Steve, barely able to get the words out. “I had to bring her back. I-”
“You did,” Steve said gently, crouching beside her. “You saved her.”
Hours later, you lay in the med bay, patched and stabilized, heart monitor beeping softly in the background.
Natasha hadn’t left your side once.
When your eyes finally fluttered open, her head was resting against your chest, her hand gripping yours.
“…Nat?”
She jerked up. “Hey...hey, I’m here. You’re okay.”
You gave her a faint smile. “You cried.”
She laughed through the tears, pressing her forehead to yours. “Yeah. I did.”
“Guess I’m special.”
“The most special,” she whispered, cupping your face. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”
“I’ll try not to.”
She leaned in, kissing you softly, like she was afraid you’d break. Her lips trembled against yours.
“I love you,” you murmured.
“I love you more,” she said, voice thick. “You have no idea how close I came to losing you.”
“But you didn’t,” you whispered. “You came for me.”
“Always.”