Bandages [ReaderxNatashaRomanoff]

Going through your messages, you don't really watch your step as you walk towards the elevator. You're on the way to get some coffee from the kitchen. Tony let you know a few minutes ago that they returned form a mission. Apparently, everyone is at least alright. So, you think, maybe you meet someone up there and can debrief with them.

Only when the doors to the elevator open, you lift your head. The elevator isn't empty. Natasha is leaning against the wall, head fallen back, clutching her side. Hastily, you put your phone away and step in.

"What happened?"

She looks at you with tired eyes and tells you through gritted teeth: "Just a scratch."

That you absolutely do not believe her. Careful, you get closer and look her up and down. Her face has dirt smeared over it, her hair is ruffled, and you can see that she is bleeding from her side.

"Tony said everyone is alright. I assume you lied to him as well?"

Natasha lets out a huff.

"I'll get you to the infirmary." You tell her, realizing that the elevator isn't moving as you haven't pressed a button yet.

She slaps your hand away before you can press anything.

"I just need to rest." She goes to leave the elevator. Her apartment is on the same floor as yours. Which you like because it means you meet her more often.

"Then at least let me help you." You plead, stopping the doors from closing with your arm.

Nat bites her bottom lip until she agrees: "Fine."

Relieved, you walk with her.

"My place or yours?" She jokes and then winces when she chuckles.

"Mine." You open the door and nod for her to enter.

You watch her walk in. Her suit looks messed up as well, but by god do you love to see her wear it.

"Sit down." You point at your bed. Before she can protest, you tell her: "I can wash the sheets, don't worry about it."

Nat sits down, groaning at the pain it must cause her.

"Weapons?" You ask over your shoulder while you get your med kit.

"Some." She replies.

You cannot wait so see what she carries. First, though, you hand her a bottle of water. She gives you a smile and takes big sip. Meanwhile, you unbuckle the straps that hold her weapons to legs and sides. It requires you to lean down and closer to her. You can smell her scent, mixed with light sweat. Pressing your lips together, you try not to react to it.

After she put the bottle aside, you help her take it off.

"I need to take a look at that." You point at the cut at her side.

You expected her to stop you, but she just watches as you open the front zipper of her suit. It smoothly runs down her chest and to her waist. That's far enough for her to get her arms out. You feel her breath on the side of her neck and just cannot help but look at her cleavage that is exposed in the black top she wore beneath the suit. You try to play it off by palpating her sternum and up to her collar bone and ask: "Does this hurt?"

"No." She breathes out.

"Okay, no bruising here, that's good."

"Thanks for checking." Nat grins at you.

You clear your throat and kneel down next to her. At least she does you the favor of putting her shirt up herself to show you her wound.

"It's not as bad as it looks." She tells you when she sees your worried face.

"Sure." You smile and get your kit. "I think it would be easier for you if you lay down."

"Whatever you say, doc." She scoots further onto the bed, kicking her boots off.

"More knives." You mumble as you see them strapped to her ankles.

Then you look back up and have to try really hard not to get excited when you see Natasha Romanoff having less clothes on than usual, lying in your bed, looking at you expectantly.

You put on gloves, grab some disinfectant and pads to firstly clean the wound. She watches you quietly, not making a sound when you press the alcohol drenched pad against the cut. It must hurt like hell, but she keeps breathing evenly.

"Luckily, it's not that deep."

"See, I told you." Her voice gives away that she is indeed in at least a bit of pain.

You roll your eyes: "It's still a cut, babe."

Oh god. Your cheeks flush and you bite your tongue.

Avoiding eye contact, you press your lips together and wipe the rest of the blood off. Natasha tantalizes you by just looking at you.

When you're done cleaning, you put on some healing-crème and then a large bandage and some tape.

As soon as you're finished, Natasha grabs your arm and asks: "What did you just call me?"

"Nothing, ehm, I- I misspoke, sorry." You scoot backwards to get off the bed, but, of course, the Black Widow easily stops you.

"No, no, don't leave." She purrs.

Your head shoots up. You absolutely have no idea what is happening.

"You think you can get your hands all over me and call me babe just like that?"

"No! I'm sorry! I really just wanted to help you, I'm sorry if I-"

"Shut up." She pulls you back up. You land next to her with an oof.

Then, she quickly gets on top of you.

With wide eyes, you look up at her. Fuck, she looks so good after fights.

"I think it's only fair when I get to touch you now." She murmurs, hands propped up left and right of your head.

You nod and whisper in agreement: "Yeah, that would be fair."

Natasha hums and lets her hands wander up your arms, up to the side of your neck and then traces your bottom lip with her thumb. Your chest starts to heave, and you just cannot stop yourself from clawing into her firm thighs.

She leans down and whispers into your ear: "Say it again."

"Babe." You reply, equally quiet. Her proximity is making your head spin. Her body is all over you, her hips are grinding down on your crotch, her tits are pressed into your chest.

Nat lets out a hum and then gets closer to your face.

"I like it." She nudges your jaw with her nose.

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow. "How much?"

She groans and finally presses a kiss to your lips.