#and by something i mean sam and jammer flirting and falling in love for the first half. and then god knows what else because i'm--

[beetlethebug]

me, working on my poly mismag fic: yeah it'd be nice if we had a slow burn into the polycule also me: jammer wants to kiss sam so badly right now it makes him look stupid

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Time

55 - “She’ll bleed out before nightfall and you think we should stay? Are you stupid?”

Thanks for the request Anon. Probably one of the hardest ones to write.

Warning: Violence, Blood

Word Count: 1,704

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“Jesus! Could they not have chosen a better location?”

A shiver runs up your spine as you run through the building. Gun shots, grunts, and curses fill the air as you slide behind a cement pillar. 

Snow billows past the windows outside. The cold pours into the facility as if the walls aren’t even there. 

You were told during briefing that it would be cold, the mission being in Siberia, But your girlfriend had cockily mentioned that she didn’t get cold and you took that as a challenge. So you stupidly pulled on one jacket and a thermal before coming out here. 

“Don’t tell me you’re cold.”

A grimace passes your face at her teasingly sultry voice.

You huff,“ bite me Romanoff.” 

She chuckles, pausing to let off a couple shots,“ since you asked nicely.” 

Thank god no one can see the heat rising to your cheeks.

“If you two could save the flirting for later, that would be nice.” The voice of the young witch joins.

“Sorry Wan.” You apologize, knowing Natasha won’t.

It takes the three of you another thirty minutes to clear the floor before you head to look for the data. 

Splitting up, you each go into a room. Apparently these guys keep a lot of files. 

You’re tempted to make a comment on it but decide against that. You’ve joked enough during this mission and it’s best to focus up. 

Searching through the room proves fruitless. There isn’t a single bit of the info you need in here. 

“I’m empty.” You speak into the comms, leaving the room with a frown. 

Natasha had gone left and Wanda right. Knowing the red head can handle herself(and that you didn’t want to be that girlfriend) you go right.

You find that Wanda has just barely finished searching half the room when you enter. Giving the girl a supportive smirk, you search the other side. 

It’s when she opens the last filing cabinet that you hear it.

tick tick tick

“Wanda move! Now!’ You shout and the girl takes off running. 

She’s just made it to the door when it goes off. You throw yourself behind her, taking the brunt force of the explosion. 

You want to scream when you feel the heat rush up your side, joined by the pain of something piercing your back. It’s a blinding pain, starting at one spot in in the middle of your back and spreading. 

Natasha, having heard your call, rushes down the corridor. Her green eyes widen as she takes in the sight of you on the ground. 

A piece of green metal sticks out of your body and jacket, shrapnel from the filing cabinets. The material of your jacket is quickly staining with blood. 

She moves faster than she ever had, kneeling beside your body, and picking your face up off the ground. 

Trying her best to maintain a calm composure, she presses the button on her ear piece,“ Steve. Steve come in, we need evac now. Y/n’s down.” 

When static replies she feels the panic starting. The building has to be blocking her signal, they were communicating fine outside.

“Wanda.” She snaps at the girl unintentionally.“ Help me get her up, we can’t stay here.” 

Together the women hoist you up, your arms around their shoulders, feet held by Wanda’s powers. You’re just barely holding on to consciousness as they carry you through the facility.

Once you get outside, the cold doesn’t help. The wind whips past your face, snow quickly sticking to your eyebrows.

Natasha tries the coms again,“ Steve come in, we need medics and evac now.” 

“We-” static,“ Natash-” more static,“ wait.” 

She clenches her teeth and nods for Wanda to keep walking. The facility obviously has some sort of signal jammer. 

Not knowing how far it extends, she doesn’t stop until she has you under heavy cover. Trees block the snow from falling so heavily and small cave allows for some shield from the heat.

Once again she tries.“ Steve, we need evac and medical.” 

“On it.” 

Having his reply makes her give a relieved breath of air. 

She runs her fingers through your hair, your head in her lap as you breath raggedly,“ I have to take a look at this y/n.” 

You just barely nod. 

As carefully as possible, she pulls your arm from the jacket, hating the way you hiss in pain with each movement. The back of your shirt is completely soaked in blood, letting her know exactly how much you’re bleeding. 

The metal sticks out from your ribcage. You’re still breathing but that doesn’t mean it hadn’t hit your lung or any of the arteries around it, 

“I’m sorry baby.” She says before tearing your shirt from the bottom to the top of the wound.“ Wanda, give me your scarf.” 

Apart from slowing the bleeding, there’s nothing she can do. She wraps the scarf around shrapnel to catch the blood spilling from further. 

You don’t make any sounds of complaint, which would’ve been good had you not been losing so much blood. 

She’s quick to turn your head. Her eyes widen when she sees your shut eyes and she starts tapping your face.

“Y/n open your eyes.” You simply hum.“ I need you to wake up.” She taps a little harder and your eyes flutter.

They’re just barely open but they’re open.

On the other side of you, Wanda sits, hugging her knees to her chest. She’s blaming herself for this. You were shielding her. 

“It’s cold.” You mumble, head nuzzling closer to Natasha’s body.

She nods,“ I know. Evac will be here soon.”

As if having heard her, Steve’s voice returns,“ Natasha, we’re having a hard time finding your exact location. There’s a storm in the way. We need you to stay right there.”

Natasha frowns, angrily pressing the coms button,“ she’ll bleed out before nightfall and you think we should stay? Are you stupid?” She snaps into the coms, panic masking itself as rage.

The man replies quickly,“ we’re working as fast as we can.”  

“Doesn’t sound very soon to me.” 

Somehow, while barely holding on to consciousness, you manage to make jokes. Natasha’s and Wanda’s laughs are short lived though as they notice your state worsening. 

You start to sweat despite the cold, body shivering, as you fall unconscious.

Both women surround you, calling your name to wake you. 

Wanda presses the button on the coms and tearfully begs Steve to do something. She knows there’s not much he can do but she can’t lose someone else. 

As she speaks to the Captain, Natasha stays cradling your head on her lap.

“Please wake up lyubov moya. You promised me a vacation after this.” She’s freaking out and has to stop herself from rocking.

You’d taken to doing that whenever she had nightmares and it soothed her to sleep. She didn’t want to rock you and make you fall further into unconsciousness.

Her fingers trail down your arm, wrapping around your wrist to feel your abnormally weak. It’s then that a single tear rolls down her cheek. 

“Y/n, detka, please.” She begs, hand rubbing your cold, clammy cheek. 

There’s far too much for you two to do together for you to die. She wouldn’t be able to handle that.

She’d spent some many nights dreaming of a future with you. Dreaming of the day she makes you her wife. She can’t lose you.

She’s so lost in the thought of losing you she doesn’t hear the whirring of the jet’s engine.  

“Natasha, they’re here.” Wanda shakes the woman from her own mind.

The medics move fast, running the short mile into the woods, getting you on the stretcher, and back to the jet. 

Wanda and Natasha follow closely, rejecting the medical attention offered to them.

Brown and Green eyes watch every thing they do to you. 

There isn’t much they can do in the jet but they replace the scarf with actual gauze, they hold the resuscitator to your mouth, pressing air into your lungs.

Neither woman leaves your side, that is until you’re pushed into the surgical room. From there they’re asked to wait outside. 

Hope lies deep in Natasha’s heart. She’s never been religious but she’s praying. Begging whatever higher power there might be that you’re okay.

Wanda wraps her arm around the woman, giving the little comfort she can. 

It’s no long from that point that Sam, Steve, and Bucky come down to the med bay. Sam is quick to ask questions, earning a slap over the head from Bucky.

Steve just sits on Natasha’s other side and holds her hand.

“She’ll be okay.” He sighs.“ She’s a fighter.”

That’s what it all rests on. You have to be a fighter or you won’t pull through. Or at least that’s what the doctor comes to tell them hours later.

None of them had moved but the second she steps out they’re standing in front of her.

She pulls her mask off and sighs,“ we removed the metal from her side, along with the remaining pieces of imbedded shrapnel. It managed to tear her lung but it wasn't too deep and we were able to stitch it up. We also stopped the internal bleeding cause by a severed vein. Had it been an artery she wouldn’t have made it so that’s good news.”

“Doc,” Steve stops her before she can speak again,“ is she okay?” 

The doctor shrugs,“ right now she’s asleep. A self induced coma, her body’s way of getting her to rest and heal with out disruption. We’ve done everything we can. It’s all up to her now.” 

"Can I see her?’ 

Natasha’s voice had never been so quiet, so soft. She’d barely been heard.

“Of course.” 

Both women leave the team behind, walking through the med bay, and to the bed you lay in. 

Natasha instantly hates seeing all those machines and tubs connected to you. But you still look as beautiful as the day she met you.

She sits in the chair beside your bed and clutches your hand in hers like it’s all that’s grounding you both. 

“Please wake up. I need you.” She cries.“ I love you.” 

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