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“Marry me?”
Natasha quirks her eyebrows unamusedly as she pins your body to the training mat for the third time in a row.
Not the best moment for such a proposal you have to admit. You were drenched in sweat and completely out of breath. Your whole body was screaming in pain with areas that you know will definitely feel sore later on.
Meanwhile, above you, Natasha still looks as composed as when you both started the training session. With her red hair tied back, letting you see her green eyes, always focused and confident, and a slight sheen of sweat on her face, giving you a small satisfaction that you actually gave her a challenge.
You let out a breath in awe as you stare up at her.
She’s so beautiful.
Her lips curl into a small smirk as she moves away, standing up again. Her hand stretches out towards you.
“Sure…if you ever land a hit.”
You groan as she pulls you up for another round.
Within minutes, you are thrown back to the ground with your breath knocked out of you again. You wave your hand in surrender as you lay flat, your body unwilling to move anymore.
“I think I’m done,” you breathe out, staring at the white tile ceiling above.
Turning your head to look at her, you watch as Natasha walks to the other side of the room, collecting her things. She takes a drink from her water bottle, and you can’t help but be captivated by the sight.
“Better luck next time,” Natasha calls out as she exits the training room.
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“Marry me?” you moan as you take another bite of the dish Natasha made for dinner at the Avengers Compound.
Natasha rolls her eyes as she hands you a napkin to wipe your mouth.
Around the table, the other members are amused by your comment.
Tony laughs and wriggles his brows at Natasha and you, teasing, “Oh, when’s the wedding?”
Meanwhile, Thor looks between you and Natasha in confusion, “I was not aware Y/N and Natasha were in a relationship.”
His comment makes Tony laugh harder which earns him a hard kick from the red hair avenger, knocking him off his chair and to the ground.
“We’re not. She’s just playing around. Right, Y/n?” Natasha looks at you, brows raised, expecting you to back her up like you always do.
You give her your most convincing smile, hiding your feelings perfectly.
“Right”
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“Marry me?” you murmur against her lips as she brings you in for another deep kiss.
Natasha has you pressed against your bedroom door, her body pinning you in place. You moan against her mouth when you feel her tongue enter yours, deepening the kiss.
Before you realize it, she maneuvered you through your room, and your back hits your bed as she moves on top of you.
Never once breaking any contact. Natasha’s hands are all over you, removing all of your clothing and leaving a warmth and fire everywhere she touches.
And when her hand moves down your body and between your legs, your previous words are forgotten by both of you as you scream her name in pleasure.
Later that night, you fall asleep with her body wrapped around yours, her arms around your waist holding you tightly against her chest.
In the morning, you wake up alone.
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“Marry me?” you cough out, feeling your blood drip down the side of your mouth. You feel the pressure of her hands press down harder against your wounded stomach at your words.
Natasha doesn’t look at you. Her eyes focused on keeping your blood in your body as she yells into the comms.
“Steve, Y/n needs help! Now!”
You can still hear shooting from the battle outside.
You’re positive the rest of the team’s having a tough time breaking through, especially to get to your position.
Your body feels weak and in pain. It reminds you of that day in the training room with Natasha. The memory reminds you of Natasha’s words.
With your remaining strength and a lot of effort, you slowly raise your hand and let it fall against her hands in a light slap.
She finally looks at you at the contact. Her usual red hair is matted gray with dust and dirt from the battle. Her green eyes now shining with unshed tears and her face is pinched with worry as she looks at you.
She’s still the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.
You give her a small smile as you whisper, “I landed a hit…”
Your eyes slowly close with your vision fading to darkness as you see her face change to panic. The last thing you remember is the feeling of warmth of her hand on yours and the sound of your name from her lips.
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“Y/n…,” Natasha’s words echo softly in the room. The sound of your slow heartbeat monitor beeps in response.
She’s sitting next to your bed, clasping your hand in hers as she watches the small rise and fall of your chest, reassuring her that you were okay.
You were still alive.
The doctors say they are not sure when you will regain consciousness, but it didn’t matter.
Natasha was not going to leave your side. Not until you wake up and give her an answer.
Natasha brings your hand to her lips, pressing a soft kiss there, before whispering against your skin, “Marry me…?”