Natasha Romanoff One Shots

“Nat, you got eyes on the prize?” Steve asked through the comms.

Natasha silently took down three guards before confirming her position to Steve.

“Good. Remember, just get the information. In and out, plain and simple.”

“I’ve got it, Rogers,” Natasha huffed as she plugged in her flashdrive, courtesy of SHIELD, and began hacking into the HYDRA databases.

“Any time now Nat,” Clint hollered through the comms, sounding a bit out of breath.

“We’re fine over here. Get the information and get out. Easy as pie,” Tony said.

Natasha growled and muted everyone on her side of the comms. She wouldn’t be able to get anything done with everyone chatting in her ears. She took a deep breath and focused, diving into HYDRA’s files and downloading all of their information onto her drive. She then deleted it off of theirs and smirked to herself. Natasha turned the comms back on and said, “I’ve got everything. Let’s get out of here.”

“FRIDAY, let’s give them hell,” Tony stated.

Natasha left the room, only to be confronted by at least 12 HYDRA guards. “Are we gonna do this the easy way or the hard way?”

One of them rushed towards her and threw a punch that she easily caught. She twisted his arm around to his back and proceeded to knock the guy out with a well placed punch to the chin.

“The hard way it is,” she said. She began fighting off the others while trying to avoid getting shot. When she took down the last guard, she started to walk to the exit only to notice a trail of blood and pain shooting through her stomach. She collapsed against the wall and slid to the floor. She held her hands to her stomach to try and stench the blood flow. So much for not getting shot.

“Nat, where are you? We need to leave now!” Clint yelled.

Natasha was too weak to respond. She could feel her body slackening, and she knew she was going to lose consciousness soon.

“Romanoff, status?!” Steve asked.

She tried to fight off the darkness, but it was too powerful, and a few seconds later, she gave in.

The Avengers

“FRIDAY, scan the building for Agent Romanoff,” Tony instructed his AI.

“Scanning for Agent Romanoff.” After a few seconds, FRIDAY spoke up. “Agent Romanoff is on the first floor of the building, near the south exit. She appears to be unconscious and has a gunshot wound to her abdomen. It is bleeding profusely and requires immediate medical attention.”

“Shit!” Steve shouted.

“Language!” Tony scolded, though it didn’t sound as teasing as it usually did.

“Tony, Bruce, can one of you get to her?! You heard FRIDAY, she needs medical!” Clint stated.

“I’m already here,” Tony said, stepping out of the suit and rushing to Natasha’s side. “She’s down, I repeat, Nat is down! Like completely down! Shit, shit, shit! FRIDAY, activate emergency medical protocol!”

“Activating emergency medical protocol,” the AI replied.

Tony’s suit held out the necessary medical equipment to patch the wound until he could get her to the Quinjet.

“Is she going to be alright?!” Wanda asked.

“Natasha hurt!” Hulk exclaimed.

“Stark, is Nat alright?!” Sam questioned.

“FRIDAY initiated emergency medical protocol. I’m taping it up as best as I can now until we get to the Quinjet. Then I can get her started on some meds and prepped for surgery when we get to the compound. And done. FRIDAY, get us out of here.”

Tony stepped back into his suit and cradled Nat in his arms. “Yes boss.”

Tony shot out of the building and to the Quinjet. FRIDAY flipped his helmet off for him when he landed on the jet and placed Nat on the cot. He was quickly joined by the rest of the team (after they blew the place to smithereens) but he paid them no mind as he was trying to keep Nat alive. Bruce quickly joined him and they began conversing with one another.

“Clint, get us back to base. She needs surgery, now,” Bruce stated.

Clint quickly got into the pilot’s seat and they were off to base, Sam as his copilot.

“Yelena and Carol will not be happy that Natasha is injured,” said Bucky.

Everyone’s expression was grim and slightly scared. No, the fiery blondes would certainly not be happy.

Avengers Base

“What the hell happened?!” Fury demanded as Natasha was wheeled off the Quinjet and straight to surgery.

“She was shot fighting HYDRA agents,” Steve explained.

“You are explaining this to them,” Fury said, giving the team a look.

“Later, I want to be there when they’re operating,” Bruce said, brushing past Fury.

“I’m with Doctor Green over there,” Tony stated, hastily following Banner.

The rest of the Avengers agreed and followed, anxiety and worry radiating off of each of them for their friend.

Carol and Yelena

The two blondes were laying on the padded floor of the training room, panting and staring each other down before they cracked into smiles.

“Nice match,” Carol said.

“You weren’t too bad yourself,” Yelena replied.

They laid in silence for a few more moments when Yelena spoke up. “Will you answer me honestly?”

“Depends on the question,” Carol stated as she got up and went to her bag, grabbing herself a face towel to wipe the sweat off.

Yelena joined her and tossed her a water bottle from the mini-fridge. Carol nodded her head in thanks and proceeded to drink more than half. Yelena took a few sips as well after she sat down on the metal bench. “Do you truly love my sister?”

“More than anything in the world.”

“And you want to have a life with her?”

“I can’t imagine it with anyone else.”

Yelena looked at Carol from the corner of her eye, contemplating. “Has she told you anything about the Red Room?”

“Are you talking about the graduation ceremony?”

Yelena nodded. Carol turned so she was staring Yelena straight in the eyes. “Yes, and we’ve both expressed our desire to have children. We’ve discussed adopting, but only after we get married and settle down. Doing anything right now would be extremely dangerous because of who we are and what we do.”

Yelena opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by the sirens of a code blue. “Shit, are they back?!” Yelena asked, hopping onto her feet and racing down the hall, Carol hot on her heels.

“Apparently,” Carol shot back breathily.

They reached the medical wing and scanned the waiting room for Natasha. When neither of them saw her, they stalked up to Tony and Steve.

“Where the hell is Nat?” Carol growled, her eyes beginning to glow from her powers because of the intensity of her emotions.

“She got shot. She’s in surgery now,” Steve said softly.

Both women had identical emotions playing across their features. Shock, anger, worry, but the most prominent, fear.

“Who let her get shot?!” Yelena eyeballed everyone in the room. They all avoided her gaze.

“Nobody let anything happen. Natasha was heading to the exit when she was ambushed. She fought them off and only realized that she was shot after the fact,” Tony explained.

“Is she going to be alright?” Carol asked.

Nobody answered.

“You heard her! Is my sister going to be alright?!”

Silence.

Yelena glared murderously at each and every one of them except for Carol before storming out of the room.

“I’ll go talk to her. Nat better be alright or there will be hell to pay,” Carol fumed.

Carol found Yelena in Natasha’s room, sitting on the bed and looking through what appeared to be a photo album.

“You know, we made a promise when we were little,” Yelena offered without looking up from the album.

Carol sat next to her on the bed as she continued. “We promised each other that we would always be there for each other, no matter what.”

A single tear fell onto Yelena’s cheek and she angrily flicked it away. “I wasn’t there for her, and now, I might never get to be there for her again.”

Carol stared at Yelena for a moment longer before nudging her shoulder with her own. “Hey, Nat wouldn’t want you to think like that. She’s way too strong to let something like a bullet stop her.”

Yelena snorted. “Yes, she is quite stubborn, isn’t she?”

“Reminds me of someone else I know.”

“Thank you. Natasha is lucky to have someone like you.”

“I know she is. Just like I’m lucky to have her. Now, what do you say we go back and wait for her?”

Natasha

Natasha’s eyes began to flutter open. When they landed on the bright white ceiling, she groaned softly and closed them again. After a few moments, they fluttered open again and this time, she forced them to stay open. She looked around and surmised she was in the hospital of the tower. She looked at her bedside and smiled softly. Carol was on her left, holding her hand while her head was on the bed. Yelena was on her right, curled up in what had to be an uncomfortable position on the visitor’s chair. They both had blankets thrown over them, most likely from Steve. She heard a noise and looked up to see Bruce entering her room. “Hey, you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

Natasha shushed him, signalling to the two women who were asleep in her room. She then lifted her right hand and pressed it against her stomach, inhaling sharply at the pain that shot through her body. “I’m a little sore, but I’ll survive. Have they been here the whole time?” Natasha inquired in a whisper.

“They refused to leave your side. Snapped at anyone who told them to get some rest in their rooms, take a shower, or eat.”

Natasha chuckled softly. That certainly sounded like something they would do. “How long was I out for?”

“After the surgery we gave you some pretty strong meds so you could relax so your body could heal. You’ve been out for about three days.”

Natasha nodded her head thoughtfully.

“Do you want me to tell the others you’re awake? We’ve all been pretty worried.”

Natasha looked at the clock and took notice of the time. It was almost 4 AM, though she doubted anyone got much sleep while she was out.

“Quietly, and everyone except for Thor, Peter, and Tony. Knowing them, they’ll make a big fuss and I don’t want to wake Yelena or Carol.”

Bruce nodded and asked FRIDAY to alert everyone except for Thor, Peter, and Tony, quietly, that Natasha was awake. It only took seconds for Scott to appear.

“Nat, it's good to see you awake and alive. How are you feeling?”

“I’m doing fine Scott, thanks.”

“Do you want me to get you anything?”

“Actually, some water would be great,” Natasha admitted.

Scott poured her a cup and she thanked him before taking a few tentative sips.

“I’d best be going now. It was good to see you awake Nat.”

“Thanks Lang.”

He nodded before shrinking back to his ant size. Next to appear were Wanda and Steve. They must have been training, based on the workout clothes.

“Nat, thank God you’re alright,” Steve said, shooting her a relieved smile.

Wanda was holding back her happy tears and settled for giving Nat a watery smile.

“Wanda, come here,” Natasha beckoned softly.

Wanda made her way over to Nat’s bedside. Natasha held out her hand, and when Wanda took it, she gave it a squeeze. “I’m fine, I promise.”

Wanda nodded her head rapidly and didn’t bother trying to hide her tears.

“Wanda, I’m here, I’m fine, I’m alive. Ok?”

“Ok,” Wanda said hoarsely.

After that was Bucky, then Sam, Rhodey, Maria, and Fury. When everyone was finished, she told all of them to take care of themselves properly since she was fine. Natasha even told FRIDAY not to let anyone in later until they had showered, eaten, and gotten a few hours of rest. Knowing the AI would comply, Natasha fell back asleep.

She woke up again around 9 AM, and she saw Carol and Yelena were still asleep. They must’ve really worn themselves out worrying about her. She only had to wait a few minutes for Carol to stir. “Hey there sleepyhead.”

Carol shot up at her fiancée’s teasing voice, and seeing her awake and smirking eased away all of her fear. “How long have you been awake?”

“I woke up around 4 but I fell back asleep. I’ve only been awake for a little while.”

“You woke up this morning and didn’t wake me?” Carol asked, a little hurt.

“You looked peaceful and I could see the bags under your eyes, Yelena’s too. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Carol began running her thumb over Natasha’s knuckles. “Well thanks, but I would’ve slept better knowing you were alright. God Nat, you really scared me. I thought…” Carol got too choked up to continue.

“Hey,” Nat said, taking Carol’s hands and pressing them against her chest. “You feel that? It means I’m alive and that I’m ok.”

Carol nodded and leaned forward to press a simple but loving kiss to Nat’s lips.

“That's something I don't need to see,” Yelena grumbled, even though she was inwardly relieved her sister was alright.

“О заткнись.” (Oh shut it)

“Я бы не.” (I’d rather not)

“Паршивец.” (Brat)

“Придурок.” (Jerk)

“Вы гоьорите так, как будто это плохо.” (You say that like it’s a bad thing)

“Both of you, knock it off,” Carol said.

“Aww, is your girl sad she can't understand us?” Yelena asked, arching a perfectly maintained eyebrow.

“I know enough about you two to know that you're calling each other names. What are you, five?”

“Yes,” Natasha deadpanned.

Yelena started cackling and Natasha sported a proud smirk. Carol shook her head in exasperation but looked at the two with fondness. “What am I going to do with you?” she muttered to herself.

“Love us anyway,” Yelena said, shooting the blonde a cheeky smile.

Carol snorted at that. “Natasha yes, you no.”

Yelena pouted and glared at Natasha halfheartedly as she was laughing. She had a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth though, because if she and Natasha were arguing and poking fun at each other, then she knew her sister was going to be just fine.

One week later

Natasha was slowly taking a stroll around the floor of the hospital. She was dragging her IV along with her and ignored everyone around her. She was focused on getting through this last lap, almost as focused as she would be on a mission. As she approached her room, she heard arguing and groaned softly. Ever since she had gotten shot, Carol and Yelena had been bickering nonstop about what was best for her and it was getting on her last nerve. She stood outside the doorway for a moment to try and get an understanding of what the argument was this time.

“Natasha does not need to be coddled!” she heard her sister exclaim.

“I’m not coddling her,” Carol growled. “I just think she should be resting instead of pushing herself!”

“My sister knows herself better than you do! She knows when she’s had enough.”

“Really? Because when everyone was dusted, I was the one who had to convince her to eat a proper meal and take care of herself properly because she was too focused on bringing all of you back to focus on herself!”

“This isn’t like that!” Yelena protested. “There is nobody she has to focus on other than herself. Everyone is here and fine.”

“Tell that to Wanda and Thor. Tell them, see what happens.”

Yelena groaned in frustration. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

“Then what did you mean?” Carol asked cockily.

By this point, the two women were so close their noses were almost touching. Natasha figured this was where she should intervene. She slowly walked over to them and placed herself between them before pushing them apart, glaring at both of them. They at least had the decency to have a bit of shame showing, even if their eyes refused to leave each other’s.

“Both of you, knock it off,” Natasha said sternly. “Carol, I know my limits, even if at times it doesn’t seem like it. Yelena, sometimes I do push myself too hard, but it’s only because I’m determined to fix whatever is happening. Both of you are right, but right now, I’m not pushing myself. Bruce himself told me to take as many laps as I could, and that’s what I’m doing. I’m doing fine, and if I wasn’t, you both would be the first to know.”

Both blondes were looking at her softly, their tense postures gone after her little speech.

“Are you two done being idiots now?”

Yelena rolled her eyes and Carol playfully narrowed her eyes at her fiancée.

“Yes? Good. Help me to bed, I’m tired.”

They both took an arm and helped Natasha settle on her bed. When she was comfortable, she spoke again. “I love you both, even if you’re pains in my ass.”

“I take that as a compliment,” said Yelena.

Carol nodded her head in agreement as Natasha’s eyes rolled automatically. It seemed to be a habit when she was around these two.

“Get some rest babe, you look exhausted,” Carol commented.

“Only if you two promise not to fight over me anymore.”

“Never gonna happen,” Yelena stated.

“In your dreams,” Carol replied at the same time.

Natasha sighed in exasperation. “Fine, then promise me you’ll try to get along.”

The blondes looked at each other before looking back to the redhead. “I promise,” Yelena responded.

“Me too.”

“Good. Now get out so I can sleep or I’ll have FRIDAY kick you out.”

They both grumbled but complied with her wishes.

“Love you!” Natasha shouted before the door closed, chuckling at Yelena through the glass as she stuck her tongue out at Natasha. Carol rolled her eyes but blew her a kiss anyway.