black widow · marvel · trauma · sickfic · vulnerable · avengers · anxiety · caretaking · trust issues · fear of weakness
The dim bedroom air grows thick with suppressed tension. Natasha curls tighter into the sheets, her face pale and clammy, fighting a losing battle against the churn in her stomach. Her eyes squeeze shut in a silent plea for endurance. The trauma of the Red Room whispers that any vulnerability invites punishment. From the bed, you hears the sharp, stifled sound of a retch she couldn’t swallow—the physical toll she’s desperately trying to hide.