Nat?
Maria had a hard day at the office. Some junior agent had managed to upload classified information onto a flash drive without knowing, and then of course, lose it. She just wants to go back to her bed.
Maria combats were digging trenches in the back of her heel and the LED lights that covered the ceiling of the hallway were doing nothing to help her headache. Was the corridor always this long?
She unlocks the door to her one bed apartment just outside of DC and instantly slides out of her shoes and trudges to her room.
She was about to flop onto her bed when she notices the black suit and red hair contrasting so greatly from her white bedsheets.
“Nat?„ she murmurs “I thought you were in
Minsk?„
She gets a quiet, pained mumble in return. Maria snaps back to her senses and starts to examine her girlfriend worriedly,she is never this quiet. That’s when she notices the gash in her suit on her upper arm that runs about 6 inches down. It’s a deep cut and Nat’s arm is drenched in blood, God knows how long this wound has been open.
“Nat, sweetie are you okay?„ she asks quickly, trying to keep her voice steady. She knows Nat is tough but that‘s one of the worst knife wounds she has ever seen. And Maria has seen a lot.
Nat rolls her head towards Maria and once again lets out that low whimper.
Maria gives her a quick peck on the cheek and squeezes her hand before she rushes into the bathroom and grabs the medkit, hoping she won’t have to send Nat to medbay.
When she gets back into the bedroom Nat hasn’t moved an inch. She sits next to her trying to avoid siting on one of her limbs that are sprawled randomly across their bed.
“Ria….„ Nat mumbles, barely audible.
“Yes darling„ she replies, glad she’s speaking.
“It hurts….„ She whines in a high pitch voice.
Maria shoves a couple of morphine tablets into Nat’s good hand and Nat takes them flinching as she swallows. It pops up in Nat’s mind how Maria managed to get her hands on prescription painkillers, but her mind is too foggy to lead on any further.
“Nat I have to take the suit off to give you stitches love„ Maria whispers. Natasha lets put a sigh, knowing this is going to be painful. It feels like someone took a sledgehammer to Maria heart when she hears the noises that escape Natasha as she tries to writhe out of her suit. The gasps and cries of pain last about 2 minutes before she manages to get out of her suit, and by the end of it tears streak her dirty face.
Maria takes her hand off Natasha’s thigh, that was her poor attempt to comfort her.
“Could have helped„ Nat snarled through the pain.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you„ Maria breathed.
“Why didn’t we cut it off?„ the red head questioned.
“Your suit I made of a strong material Nat, the scissors wouldn’t of got through„ Maria replied.
“And that’s why my arm has a hole in it„ Nat marked under her breath.
Maria shot her a glare and Natasha instantly looked up at her with an apologising look. Maria took the needle and thread out of the medkit and started stitching back up Nat’s arm.
Nat stared at a mark on the ceiling, trying to block out the sharp nipping in her upper arm. The longer it went on for, the harder that got and by the time Maria only had two inches left Natasha was wincing at every tug of the needle and was breathing quicker that was safe.
"Nat, honey, are you feeling ok?„ Maria asked, holding the needle still so Nat could answer. Still no answer just a slight nod of the head. Nat’s eyes were squeezed shut and her hand balled up into fists. Maria places her free hand on her stomach, trying to comfort her.
Nat manages to slow her breating down enough to say “<
>„.
Maria places a soft kiss to her temple and then tries as quickly and gently as she can to finish the stitches. After the last pull she lets out a big breath she must have been holding. Maria quickly wraps a bandage just to be safe.
Maria repacks the medkit and puts it back in its place in the bathroom.
She crawls into her bed next to her Russian girlfriend who is already on the verge of sleep.
After the two of them had been laying still, relaxing in each others presence, the question gets the best of her“What did you even do?„ Maria whispers, half asleep.
“Bar fight„ Nat mumbles.
Maria smirked at the thought of Nat in a bar fight. “The ‘Black Widow’ lost a bar fight?„ she questioned raising an eyebrow.
Nat gave her a quick elbow to the ribs and smirked along with her.
“No no„ she chuckled quietly “I won. You should see the other guy”.
Maria smiled at the confidence of Nat. She knew she was one of lucky ones. To see the soft, loving side of Nat. The girl curled up into her arm, mouth curled into a slight smile is not the same person she saw on the battlefield so many years ago.
She made her life better.