Marvel Imagines

018 - Natasha Romanoff - Sunshine

Imagine : Nat taking care of you and you kind of taking it for granted

"Good morning, sunshine," you whispered as you rolled over to face your fiancee. Bright, white rays of morning sunlight streamed in through the windows of your bedroom, casting her in a light that made her look as if she were glowing. She looked beautiful, peacefully sleeping next to you, her chest slowly rising and falling under the sheet as she breathed.

Gently, you slipped out from under the covers and pulled on an oversized jumper. You didn't want to disturb her - she deserved to get all the rest that she could.

When she wasn't at work, she'd taken to watching over and protecting you like it was a full-time job. You could protect yourself - you were a SHIELD agent - but she still wanted to be there. So, you let her. Currently, she was nursing you back to health after a minor incident involving friendly fire and an anxious trainee. At least you thought that it was minor - Natasha had ended up going off on a rant that nearly ended in an act of violence towards the poor man.

As you shuffled towards the kitchen to make breakfast, your hand subconsciously moved up to your right shoulder. You could feel the padding beneath the soft fabric of the jumper and knew that just beneath that there was a bullet wound.

"You're awake?" The firm, almost stern voice that you knew so well called from behind you.

As you let your hand drop back to your side, you turned and saw her standing in the doorway. The sunlight behind her had a way of amplifying the red in her hair, making it look like a fiery halo.

"Nah," you replied back, throwing in some of your signature sarcasm, "I'm just sleepwalking".

"Very funny. Go sit down and I'll make breakfast".

"No".

You both stood at opposite ends of the living space, seeing who would waver first. You were adamant that it wouldn't be you. It was like a Mexican standoff from an old film.

She smiled and you instantly knew that she was up to something. Elegantly, like a gazelle, she strutted towards you before walking past you without a word. She'd been so close that your shoulder had grazed hers. You'd been so entranced by her movements that you'd failed to comprehend that she was now in the kitchen, getting her own way.

You spun on her heel and coughed loudly. "Excuse me?"

Natasha turned to you as she started removing bowls and mugs from the overhead cupboards. "Yes?"

"I refuse to be treated like an invalid in my own home. I am making breakfast. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

"Our home. I am making breakfast. Go and sit down. Rest".

"No".

There was a heavy pause before she turned away to resume sorting the breakfast. You could feel frustration rising in your chest and you tried to calm yourself down. It wasn't working. You gripped the kitchen counter beside you with such intensity that your knuckles turned white. The last thing you wanted to do was shout at her when she was just trying to help you but it seemed like it was the way things were heading.

In a last-ditch attempt to calm yourself down, you stormed back into your bedroom, pulled on some leggings and some trainers, brushed your hair then cleaned your teeth. You walked back out into the sitting room and fixed your partner with an icy stare. "I'm going out".

"Think about your stitches. You're meant to be resting!" she shouted after you but it was too late - your mind was fixed an what you wanted to do. You needed space.

Only when you had walked to the end of the street did you realise that you were being too dramatic. You sighed and turned back, walking as fast as your injury would allow you.

When you opened your apartment door, she was sitting smugly at the dining table, a plate set up opposite her for you. She knew that you'd come back; you always did.

"Thank you," you said as you kicked off your trainers and took a seat. Pancakes.

She lifted her knife and fork off of her plate and started slowly cutting up her own, making eye contact with you while she did so. She was annoyed. Of course she was, you'd just stormed out because she'd offered to make you breakfast.

"I'm sorry".

Nat smiled slightly at those words and looked down for a moment. "Good. You should be". She looked back up again. "And I made those pancakes for you to eat, not just stare at like that".