The Bodyguard Pt. 2
Bodyguard!Natasha Romanoff x Actress!Reader
Natasha is tasked with being bodyguard to you and you two grow close. Maybe too close, but would she dare cross that line?
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“Rule number three: We can’t get too close to each other,” Natasha says. “I have to protect you with a clear mind.”
“Okay,” you say. “But maybe we could break the rules, Natasha?”
“Y/n,” Natasha warns.
“Come on Natasha,” you say. “Why fight this?”
Natasha stands up from the couch and paces back and forth in front of you.
“I have to step down,” Natasha says.
“What?” You ask, standing up. “You didn’t even cross a line! It’s okay, Natasha. We’ll pretend this didn’t happen.”
“I don’t think I can just pretend it didn’t happen, y/n,” Natasha argues. “I have to go. I’ll send a replacement.”
“Natasha!” You call after her, but she is already out of the door.
You sit on the couch with your head in your hands. Natasha drives to the office, fighting back tears of her own.
When she gets there, she finds Carol at her desk. She hands her your weekly itinerary.
“Nat?” Carol asks.
“Take care of her,” Nat replies. She begins to walk away, but Carol chases after her. She grabs her hand and turns her back to face her.
“What happened?” Carol asks.
“I got too close,” Nat shrugs. “We almost kissed.”
“Shit, I’m sorry Natasha.”
“It’s alright. I took an oath, you know. I can’t be her bodyguard now. You’re the next best one.”
“I’ll take care of her, Nat. I promise.”
Carol hugs Nat briefly before she reports to your apartment. You don’t greet her with near as much enthusiasm or politeness as you should. She doesn’t take it personally.
It doesn’t feel the same as she walks you to your car. You realize nothing will feel like being with Natasha did. And you didn’t even date the woman. You zone out on the way to the awards show you are to attend tonight.
“Miss Y/l/n, are you ready to go inside?” Carol asks you.
“I- I really don’t want to go in,” you speak truthfully.
Carol leans up and asks the driver to give you two a minute alone. He agrees and steps out of the car.
“Is this about Natasha?” She asks.
You whip your head around to face her. She wears a knowing look.
“She told you what happened?”
“She did,” Carol confirms. “I hate it for both of you. Nat was really happy, and she is never happy to be security for actors.”
“We got too close,” you sigh.
“What does that even mean?” Carol wonders aloud. “Life is too short to worry about being too close with someone, y/n. Sure, you two should suspend the professional partnership, but there’s no reason you can’t be with her.”
“You think so? She ran out before I could even ask her why not that.”
“You should try and talk to her again,” Carol suggests.
“I don’t even have her real phone number.”
“I have it on good authority that she will be here tonight,” Carol replies. She almost wears a smirk on her face. It reminds you of Natasha’s crooked smile. “And I’m pretty sure the world will be disappointed if their favorite actress doesn’t make an appearance tonight.”
You take a deep breath and straighten your dress. Carol gets out of the car first and helps you out onto the carpet. Cameras flash immediately, and you hear shouts of your name. It all feels a bit overwhelming.
“Just breathe and keep moving,” Carol says.
Your nerves settle as you do all of the required photos and interviews. Once you’re inside, you greet friends in the industry. You catch sight of Natasha out of the corner of your eye, but you don’t see her fully.
The ceremony is decently boring until there’s a loud blast. Before you can even process it, Carol is by your side and covering you with her body. You don’t feel any physical injuries. But it’s another person that lifts you up out of the rubble.
“Natasha?” You ask.
“It’s alright,” Nat says. “I’m getting you out of here.”
“Nat, you’re bleeding,” you say, recognizing the seeping red liquid coming out of her side.
“I’m okay.”
She carries you out of what is left of the building and to the emergency medical tents set up. Nat sets you at one of the tables and turns back towards the building. You reach for her to stay.
“You need help, Nat,” you say.
“Take care of her,” she instructs the EMT.
“Natasha-”
“I have to go get Carol. I’ll be back.”
She runs off before you can get another word out. It’s five minutes before you see her again. Nat is barely moving as she carries her unconscious friend over her shoulder. Clearly, they both sustained life-threatening injuries.
You rush towards where Nat lets someone take Carol from her. She falls to the ground in pain, finally.
“Y/n,” Nat whimpers.
“Help! She needs help!” You yell for someone.
The EMTs are quick to her aid, but she’s already passed out. You sit on the pavement and watch as they tend to her injuries. They tell you they have to take her and the other injured to the hospital. It takes forever to find a ride there yourself.
You burst through the doors and demand to see Natasha. A doctor stops you short of the restricted area.
“Hey, hey, who are you looking for?” The woman asks. She has to place her hand on your shoulder to stop you from barging past her.
“Natasha Romanoff,” you say.
“Okay. Let me find her chart.”
The woman takes forever to scroll through the tablet and find her name. It’s probably just seconds, but to you, it feels like hours.
“She is in surgery,” the woman answers. “I’ll take you to the waiting room, and someone can update you. Follow me.”
You follow the doctor to the waiting room and see a large group of other people waiting there. A lot of people were injured in this accident. Their heads turn when they see who you are.
“Shit,” you mumble to yourself.
You try to escape the crowd, figuring they would realize you’re not in the state to greet fans right now, but they surround you. The voices are loud and jumbled, but you hear one that is different. One that is helpful.
“Hey, come with me,” a woman’s voice says. You honestly don’t even care who it is as long as they get you out of this crowd.
She takes you down the hallway and scans a badge to the restricted area. You follow her into what seems to be a doctor’s lounge.
“My daughter works here,” she says with a smirk. “I’m Maria, by the way. Maria Rambeau.”
“Y/n,” you tell her.
“Yeah,” she says with a small laugh. “Who are you here for?”
“My- um- my bodyguard.”
“Must be some bodyguard if you care enough to be here,” Maria says.
You sit on the couch and close your eyes. You didn’t think you had any physical injuries, but your wrist is throbbing in pain. You sigh.
Maria types something on her phone and then makes you a glass of water. You accept it with your other hand and try to breathe. It isn’t long before another woman enters the room. It’s the doctor from earlier.
“Hey Monica,” Maria greets her. She pulls her into a hug. “How is she?”
“It’s touch and go,” Monica says despondently. “Oh, hi again.”
“Hey,” you say to her. “Can you check on Natasha?”
“Natasha?” Maria wonders aloud, mostly to herself.
Monica nods to her mother and pulls out her tablet again. She regretfully tells you there is no update.
“Can you look up my other bodyguard too? I know she was hurt pretty badly. I don’t know her last name, but her name is Carol,” you explain.
“Actually, that’s who I was just updating my mom about,” Monica says.
“You two know each other?”
“She is- well, she was my partner for a long time,” Maria says.
“Oh, I just met her today. She seems nice, though.”
“She is,” Monica pipes in. “I have to get back to work, but I’ll send someone to look at that wrist, y/n.”
“How did you know?” You ask.
“I can’t give away all of my secrets,” Monica jokes. And then adds, “Mom noticed actually.”
You crack a smile and Monica hugs her mom quickly before leaving the room again. Maria sits on the couch opposite you.
“What happened with you and Carol?” You ask. When she hesitates to answer, you say, “Sorry, I just can’t stop worrying about Natasha and wanted to get my mind off of it.”
“That’s alright,” Maria says. She has a comforting yet confident way about her. You can see her being with Carol. “It’s kind of the age-old story. Everything was fine until it wasn’t.”
“I get that,” you say.
“We were best friends, and then we were more. On perhaps the shortest break from a relationship ever, I messed up and got with someone else. Enter Monica,” Maria explains. “I wouldn’t change the fact that I have her, but things with Carol were different after that.”
She continues, “She never faltered, not really. But she wasn’t really as happy. She always had these big dreams. She had a lot of ‘I’m going to save the world’ attitude about her. And she couldn’t save the world if she was stuck in Louisiana with me and Monica.”
“Was it that you two weren’t enough for her?” You ask. “I don’t see myself as enough for Natasha, but I would still risk it all to be with her.”
“No, I think Monica and I were enough. I convinced her to move on though,” Maria says.
“Why?”
“Well, sometimes in life, y/n, you make sacrifices for the people you love.”
Your conversation is interrupted by a doctor coming in to look at your wrist. They explain it’s just a sprain, but they put you in a brace for comfort. Maria promises to wake you up if there’s any updates, so you let yourself close your eyes.
It’s a few hours later when she wakes you. You stand at the sight of a doctor in front of you. You don’t hear anything, but that Nat is okay, and you can come see her.
You follow the doctor down the hallway to her room. When the door opens, you notice how small Natasha looks. To your surprise, she is awake.
“How are we feeling, Ms. Romanoff?” The nurse that followed you in asks her.
“Better now,” Nat says, smiling at you the best she can.
“The pain medicine kicked in,” the nurse tells you. “You can visit for a few minutes but she’ll need to sleep soon.”
You nod. Then you’re left alone with Natasha.
“You’re hurt,” Nat says with a frown.
“Just barely,” you say. You make your way to her bedside. “You saved me.”
“I’d do it again.”
“The doctor said you should make a full recovery,” you tell her.
“And Carol?” Nat asks.
“I’m not sure, but I did meet her family,” you say. “Or I guess what used to be her family.”
“Maria?” She asks. You nod. “That’s good. They’re good for each other.”
“Are we good for each other?” You accidentally ask out loud. “Sorry. I was just hoping to talk to you before everything happened. I really want this. I really want you.”
Nat tries to process your words through the pain and medicine. It’s a lot right now.
“You don’t need to say anything right now, Natasha. Just get some rest. I’ll be here,” you say.
“Thank you for being here,” Nat says. “Do you think- um could you get in here with me?”
“In the bed? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me, y/n,” Natasha says. “Please.”
You oblige and settle against Nat’s good side. She didn’t say it, but you can tell by the way she rests against you that she wants this too.
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