Uncanny Avengers #26
This is the hardest story that I’ve ever told…
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It’s Talking That Helps
a/n: oof idk how i feel about this one, but i hope you enjoy!
word count: 991
prompt: “the quieter you became, the more i could hear you.”
warnings: mentions of anxiety
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You were a very talkative person, and everyone enjoyed it. People loved talking to you, you knew how to carry on a conversation past the norm. It was people’s favorite thing about you. And though it was a little shocking to people when they heard the infamous Black Widow laughing, they knew if it was anyone who made her laugh, it was you. The two of you built up a special relationship that no one else had.
Unfortunately, there’s always a bad side to anything good. Talking was your form of being able to control something. It was you who got to lead the conversation in whatever direction you wanted. This way you got to avoid dealing with whatever was bothering you. If you were alone, or by yourself then everything would come racing back at you.
There was only one way anyone could tell anything was wrong. And that was of course the only way people thought nothing was wrong. If anything was ever wrong you would talk a little bit more than usual. It was almost unnoticeable. The only person that ever caught on was Natasha. She had an advantage, she knew how to study people’s speech pattern and body behavior.
Natasha watched as you talked to Tony in the kitchen, noticing you kept tapping your glass on the side. You didn’t always do that, only when you were internally battling something.
No one knew you’d been having a rough couple of days. Your mind was all over the place , rummaging around with possibilities of things that made no sense. It was driving you so crazy you were losing sleep over it.
You glanced over and saw Natasha staring at you. You gave her a small smile and went back to talking with Tony. After awhile you noticed your fingers very noticeably tapping the edge of the glass, so you decided to cut the conversation short. You knew whenever it became noticeable that you were anxious there was no coming back from it.
You made your way to your room, shutting the door and locking it so no one could come in. That night you clung tightly to your pillow, letting your fears take over your body
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Over the next few days you spent all your time in your room. The others noticed, but didn’t say anything. They thought you were working on something so they left you alone. Natasha on the other hand knew something was wrong. She knew you never went this long without speaking. She knew you had to talk in order to function.
Natasha found herself outside your door. She knocked lightly and twisted the doorknob only to find that it was locked. She easily picked it and found you sitting on your bed.
“Hey Y/N, it’s me, Natasha.” She spoke softly, not wanting to startle you.
You turned around and gave her a small smirk. “Do you always come in without my permission?” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest. “What?” You teased.
“What are you doing up here Y/N? You’ve been up here for days.” You rolled your eyes. You knew she would be the one to push further than any other avenger.
“Really? I thought I’ve been up here for a few hours. Anything interesting happen with the boys? Anything new happen in the world?” You brushed off Natasha’s worry and plastered on a smile. Natasha sighed and made her way closer to you. You shifted away trying to put space between the two of you, but she noticed.
“Stop.” She commanded.
“What? Y'know it’s my room, I’m allowed to get comfortable.” You let out a nervous laugh.
“I know what you’re doing Y/N, and It’s not going to work with me.” Your emotions were too much to handle and you knew that. Sighing, you decided it was time to give up the act. “Alright, fine, whatever.” You snapped and laid down to where you weren’t facing her.
“Y/N…”
“Leave.” You growled, you didn’t want anyone to see you like this. Especially Natasha.
A few minutes later you felt the bed move and an arm around your waist. You knew this was her way of comforting you, and you knew she didn’t do this for anyone else. Only you.
“Tasha?” Your nickname for her slipped out of your mouth. You only used it when it was just the two of you. She’d kill anyone else if they ever called her that. It was a name she’d only ever allow you to use.
“I’m here.” You moved your body closer to her, feeling less alone as each second passed. There were butterflies in your stomach from being this close to her, but the warmth that came from her eased your emotions.
“How did you know?” Natasha moved her face in the crook of your neck and smiled against your skin.
“The quieter you became, the more I could hear you.” Her grip around your waist tightened as she spoke again. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Just been having a hard time, you know how it goes. I keep thinking bad stuff is going to happen and I know it won’t, but I can feel it. I feel it in my heart and all throughout my body. I don’t want to lose you.” You could feel your throat tighten as you were finally talking about what was wrong. Your biggest fear was losing Natasha, you didn’t know where you’d be without her.
“I’m here, Y/N. It’s okay. I’ve got you, you’re not losing me. I promise.” Her voice instantly soothed your worries. Your body found its way facing her, and she immediately began stroking your hair.
Once you calmed down you looked into her eyes.
“Thank you.” You quietly whispered.
“It’s no problem Y/N.” She stared at you for a moment and then kissed you on the lips. The both of you smiled into the kiss. And for the rest of the day the two of you stayed like that, remaining peacefully in bliss.
Taking Care of You (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)
a/n: hi this is my first drabble so please be kind. i hope you enjoy! also, sorry for any mistakes. i double checked, but you never know. :)
word count: 780
prompt: reader sometimes forgets to do things for themselves and it’s up to wanda to help them.
warnings: passing out, fluff
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“Y/N are you alright, dear?” Wanda asked from behind, startling you as she spoke. You were a bit dizzy, and you suddenly remembered you hadn’t had anything to drink in awhile. You made a quick mental note in your head to get something soon.
“Yes, I’m okay. I’m just a little tired.” You replied, beginning to head out of the room you two shared.
But Wanda could tell something was off, she just didn’t know exactly what was off.
“C'mere, let me check your temperature.” Wanda insisted. You rolled your eyes at her, and turned around.
“I’m fine Wanda. No need to worry so much.” You smiled at her and continued on your way. The team was scattered throughout the tower, some in the training room, a few in the main room, and others in their own rooms. You decided you were up for some training, completely forgetting you hadn’t energized properly.
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You and Steve were in the middle of training when your head started to hurt, causing you to lose focus and let Steve pin you down. Normally you were the one to beat Steve. “You’re off your game today Y/N.” Steve smirked at you, offering you a hand for help.
“Tell anyone what just happened and I’ll kill you.” You playfully glared at him. He put his hands up in defense and backed off while smiling.
Your playfulness didn’t last long, as your headache started to worsen each minute. Sighing, you picked up your training bag and went to go shower.
What you didn’t know was that Wanda was silently watching you, making sure you were okay. Her worry for you was eating her alive.
Once you were done showering you made your way to your room. You were about to go in when Natasha stopped you.
“Hey Y/N do you think you could help me with something real quick?”
You nodded your head and replied, “Yeah sure.” You were about to walk with her when you felt another dizzy spell.
“Shit.”
“Are you okay?” You grabbed Natasha’s arm for support. You were about to nod your head in reply, but everything went black.
Wanda rushed to your side in an instant. She carefully lifted your limp body up off the ground and brought you to the medical room. Soon enough Bruce was by your side. “Wanda I’m going to have to place her in a bed and run some tests. Give me a few minutes and I’ll let you back with her.”
Wanda patiently waited outside with her head in her hands.
“What have you done lyublyu?”
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Your body jerked up. You were awake.
“Where am I?” You thought.
“Shh shh, you’re alright. Lay back down.” You heard the thick Sokovian accent of your girlfriend beside you and you immediately calmed down. Her features softened as she watched you take in your surroundings.
“What happened?” Your voice cracked from the lack of use.
That was when Bruce came in. He had a small smirk on his face as he leaned up against the doorway. You took in his expression and reasoned that it couldn’t be too serious.
“You need to do a better job of making sure your girlfriend drinks enough water, Wanda.” It was her turn to smirk.
“You know I’ll never let them hear the end of it.” Her grip on your hand tightened.
“Well, give the IVs another hour or two before you run off, okay?” Bruce finished and left the room. Wanda nodded and brought her focus back to you.
“Y/N love, you’ve got to start taking better care of yourself. Last time it was forgetting your meds.” Wanda spoke while lightly finger brushing your hair. You blushed faintly turned your head away in shame. “Look at me Y/N.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just sometimes I forget y'know? I’m so stupid.” You began slightly sniffling out of embarrassment. Your eyebrows furrowed in anger towards yourself. Wanda didn’t need to read your mind to know what you were thinking.
“Hey now, none of that.” She gently cupped your face and brushed the stray tears away.
“I absolutely love taking care of you, you know that. You just can’t let it get out of hand, okay? No more passing out Y/N.” She giggled and kissed your lips.
“Okay, I promise I won’t let it get out of hand.” You made room for her on the bed and cuddled close to her for the rest of the time remaining. You knew afterwards she would watch you like a hawk, making sure you were drinking plenty of fluids. Nonetheless, you loved her for it, and you didn’t mind it one bit.
