Human on the Inside - Request Ficlet
Nurse!Natasha for legacyofiron
There's blood in these veins
And I cry when in pain
I'm only human on the inside
And though looks may deceive
Make it hard to believe
I'm only human on the inside
Tasha was curled up in a plastic chair next to the hospital bed, fingers tucked around Tony’s hand as she tried to get some sleep. A blue blanket covered her up to her shoulders, but it was hard to sleep when all she could hear was the hum of his reactor and the noise of the monitoring machine they had hooked up to him. Apparently Tony Stark needed something special given his very special heart.
Natasha didn’t care what the doctors gave him as long as he was alright. Her eyes cracked open as she let out a sigh, pulling off the blanket when it started to become clear that sleep still wasn’t going to happen for her. She looked over at Tony, her lips pressed together as she fought the lump rising in her throat.
The majority of the bandages were gone now, but even still she could see the bruising and the swollen features of his face. The casts were still around his arm and leg; the leg hanging to keep it from troubling him. Though she wasn’t entirely sure that a broken leg was high on Tony’s list of worries.
He groaned in his sleep, and Natasha shifted in the chair so that she was practically kneeling in it. Her free hand moved to brush her fingertips lightly over his brow and through his hair, trying to soothe whatever nightmares he was having.
“Tasha…”
“I’m here, Tony.” One of the billionaire’s eyes cracked open and she lowered her head so that he could see her. The lump didn’t disappear as she saw the broken blood vessels in his eye and Natasha sucked in a breath to brace herself. “Hey you…”
Tony’s mouth twitched like he was trying to smile. “I think I remember stipulating in your contract that you need to wear a candy striper’s uniform when you sit vigil by my bedside.”
Tasha laughed softly, her voice cracking as the tears still tried to push their way forward. Few things could break the Black Widow so easily, but seeing Tony like this was one of them. She pressed a kiss to his forehead before pulling back so that she could tug down on the neckline of her top, rearranging it so that there was more cleavage showing. “Better?”
“Much,” he answered before starting to cough.
Natasha got out of the chair, letting go of his hand so that she could hit the button on the remote for his bed and get him into more of a sitting position as she fluffed the pillow behind his head. She then picked up the plastic cup on the tray in front of him, and held onto the straw as she offered it. “Drink.”
“Is it vodka?” He seemed to eye the cup suspiciously, and then looked at her.
Natasha shook her head. “No, just water. But if you take a sip I promise to show you a nipple.”
Again, he was looking at her like he didn’t trust her intentions even if she had been the one sitting by his bed day and night since the attack. “Your nipple, or my nipple because this wouldn’t be the first time you’ve tricked me by not being entirely specific as to who’s body part I will be getting an eyeful of.”
Natasha touched the straw to his bottom lip, swallowing down the lump as she smiled. “My nipple. This isn’t a trick. You’re just going to have to stay away from the alcohol for a few more weeks.”
“I’m beginning to think this was some sort of elaborate plan to get me into rehab.”
“And why would I want that, hm? We both know you’re capable of not drinking when it suits you. I’ve given up trying to force sobriety on you even if I’d like to think that you’ve learned that drinking and crusading do not mix.” She moved the straw to tap it once again against his bottom lip, the corners of her mouth kicking up when he finally started to sip at the water.
Tony stopped drinking and waited for Natasha to take the cup away before he tried to speak again. He would never admit it out loud, but there was a certain relief that came with finally having some water. “I believe you owe me a wardrobe malfunction.”
She smirked when she’d set the cup down, red hair getting tucked behind her ear as she glanced over her shoulder towards the glass door. There was at least one downside to modern hospitals: very little privacy given. There were no nurses or doctors in direct line of sight however and Natasha made sure only Tony could see what she was doing as she adjusted her top and bra to reveal a rose-coloured nipple against porcelain skin. “Just remember it’s sexual harassment if you ask any of the nurses to do this for you.”
“But why would I need any other nurses when I have you?” Tony’s gaze left her chest to meet her eyes again, the slightest of smiles starting to form under the bruising and moustache. “Although I still stand by opinion that this would be much more fun with you in a garter belt and me actually being able to take advantage of the extra attention.”
Natasha pulled her top back up even if she left it still showing a significant amount of cleavage as she perched lightly on the edge of his bed and rest a hand on the other side so that she could bring her face closer to his. “Tony, I have never had any qualms taking blood but it has never been yours. I’m not looking to change that. So you do need other nurses.” But Tasha had made damn sure they were all in the vein of Nurse Ratched and that not a one would be the type to turn a sponge bath into a pornographic experience.
“And yet you’re not saying no to playing doctors and nurses in a more… sensual setting.”
“That’s because I’m not about to shut it down if it gives you something to look forward to and a reason to keep healing. Now close your eyes and go back to sleep.” She dipped her head to bring her mouth close against his ear. “And dream about me wearing nothing but a nurse’s uniform and garter…”
Completed for this meme
There's blood in these veins
And I cry when in pain
I'm only human on the inside
And though looks may deceive
Make it hard to believe
I'm only human on the inside
Tasha was curled up in a plastic chair next to the hospital bed, fingers tucked around Tony’s hand as she tried to get some sleep. A blue blanket covered her up to her shoulders, but it was hard to sleep when all she could hear was the hum of his reactor and the noise of the monitoring machine they had hooked up to him. Apparently Tony Stark needed something special given his very special heart.
Natasha didn’t care what the doctors gave him as long as he was alright. Her eyes cracked open as she let out a sigh, pulling off the blanket when it started to become clear that sleep still wasn’t going to happen for her. She looked over at Tony, her lips pressed together as she fought the lump rising in her throat.
The majority of the bandages were gone now, but even still she could see the bruising and the swollen features of his face. The casts were still around his arm and leg; the leg hanging to keep it from troubling him. Though she wasn’t entirely sure that a broken leg was high on Tony’s list of worries.
He groaned in his sleep, and Natasha shifted in the chair so that she was practically kneeling in it. Her free hand moved to brush her fingertips lightly over his brow and through his hair, trying to soothe whatever nightmares he was having.
“Tasha…”
“I’m here, Tony.” One of the billionaire’s eyes cracked open and she lowered her head so that he could see her. The lump didn’t disappear as she saw the broken blood vessels in his eye and Natasha sucked in a breath to brace herself. “Hey you…”
Tony’s mouth twitched like he was trying to smile. “I think I remember stipulating in your contract that you need to wear a candy striper’s uniform when you sit vigil by my bedside.”
Tasha laughed softly, her voice cracking as the tears still tried to push their way forward. Few things could break the Black Widow so easily, but seeing Tony like this was one of them. She pressed a kiss to his forehead before pulling back so that she could tug down on the neckline of her top, rearranging it so that there was more cleavage showing. “Better?”
“Much,” he answered before starting to cough.
Natasha got out of the chair, letting go of his hand so that she could hit the button on the remote for his bed and get him into more of a sitting position as she fluffed the pillow behind his head. She then picked up the plastic cup on the tray in front of him, and held onto the straw as she offered it. “Drink.”
“Is it vodka?” He seemed to eye the cup suspiciously, and then looked at her.
Natasha shook her head. “No, just water. But if you take a sip I promise to show you a nipple.”
Again, he was looking at her like he didn’t trust her intentions even if she had been the one sitting by his bed day and night since the attack. “Your nipple, or my nipple because this wouldn’t be the first time you’ve tricked me by not being entirely specific as to who’s body part I will be getting an eyeful of.”
Natasha touched the straw to his bottom lip, swallowing down the lump as she smiled. “My nipple. This isn’t a trick. You’re just going to have to stay away from the alcohol for a few more weeks.”
“I’m beginning to think this was some sort of elaborate plan to get me into rehab.”
“And why would I want that, hm? We both know you’re capable of not drinking when it suits you. I’ve given up trying to force sobriety on you even if I’d like to think that you’ve learned that drinking and crusading do not mix.” She moved the straw to tap it once again against his bottom lip, the corners of her mouth kicking up when he finally started to sip at the water.
Tony stopped drinking and waited for Natasha to take the cup away before he tried to speak again. He would never admit it out loud, but there was a certain relief that came with finally having some water. “I believe you owe me a wardrobe malfunction.”
She smirked when she’d set the cup down, red hair getting tucked behind her ear as she glanced over her shoulder towards the glass door. There was at least one downside to modern hospitals: very little privacy given. There were no nurses or doctors in direct line of sight however and Natasha made sure only Tony could see what she was doing as she adjusted her top and bra to reveal a rose-coloured nipple against porcelain skin. “Just remember it’s sexual harassment if you ask any of the nurses to do this for you.”
“But why would I need any other nurses when I have you?” Tony’s gaze left her chest to meet her eyes again, the slightest of smiles starting to form under the bruising and moustache. “Although I still stand by opinion that this would be much more fun with you in a garter belt and me actually being able to take advantage of the extra attention.”
Natasha pulled her top back up even if she left it still showing a significant amount of cleavage as she perched lightly on the edge of his bed and rest a hand on the other side so that she could bring her face closer to his. “Tony, I have never had any qualms taking blood but it has never been yours. I’m not looking to change that. So you do need other nurses.” But Tasha had made damn sure they were all in the vein of Nurse Ratched and that not a one would be the type to turn a sponge bath into a pornographic experience.
“And yet you’re not saying no to playing doctors and nurses in a more… sensual setting.”
“That’s because I’m not about to shut it down if it gives you something to look forward to and a reason to keep healing. Now close your eyes and go back to sleep.” She dipped her head to bring her mouth close against his ear. “And dream about me wearing nothing but a nurse’s uniform and garter…”
Completed for this meme