and if you have a minute why don't we go (talk about it somewhere only we know)

- Chapter 11 -

6 Months Later

She decided she didn't like it the moment the stylist had lifted her to the mirror. But likes and dislikes didn't matter anymore. She needed a solid disguise and this was it. It was different and she missed the bright red pigment of her hair but sacrifices had to be made in times like these.

Clint always liked it red. He's gonna be disappointed. But, he'll like it no matter what, he always does.

No matter how long she had had to prepared, she didn't think she would ever be ready to see Clint again. Yet, the day was here. After all the shit she had gone through these past months, it was actually quite refreshing to think that she would see a part of her family again. She and Steve planned on meeting in the passage under the bridge with the quinjet. Apparently he had broken them all out of the Raft and now they were finally all meeting up. Which meant she also had to acknowledge the inevitable, they were fugitives.

Being on the run wasn't something she was foreign with, but she wasn't a fan of it by any means. But it was the only viable option, if it meant avoiding a prison sentence.

>>Just landed. Be quick.

>>On my way. Be there in 5.

As she rounded the corner, the butterflies that previously occupied her stomach flew away. She wasn't nervous. She was excited. She was finally going to see him after all this time. She was gonna kiss him and finally tell him what she hadn't been able to before. She was gonna tell him that she loved him. Yes, love was for children, it always had and always will be. It's why she wasn't able to tell him back at the airport. But Clint was more. He was her soulmate, her other half. She didn't love Clint, she loved him. She thrived off of his existence. She couldn't live without him.

"Natasha!" Steve shouted from across the wash.

Natasha nearly jumped from being so lost in her thoughts. She couldn't wait any longer. She ran up to Steve and embraced him in a long hug. Sam was there to.

"Bucky?" She questioned.

"Wakanda. They're sorting out his mind. We'll pick him up when everything's good. He didn't want to be used as a weapon ever again."

Natasha could respect that. It's similar to what she had to go through when she joined S.H.I.E.L.D. But it worked. Look at where she was now. She might be on the run from the government and wanted in several countries, but she had people. She had the remnants of her family and the love of her life. What could go wrong?

Steve could tell by the look on her face. "They're in the jet. We're taking off in 5."

She smiled slightly and nodded. Her stomach was twisted into a pretzel and she lowered the ramp to enter the quinjet. Finally. I missed you, mon yastreb. I love you.

She stepped into the jet and saw-

Her mind when blank.

Wanda. Vision. Sam. Steve.

Wanda. Vision. Sam. Steve.

Wanda. Vision. Sam. Steve-

"Natasha!" Wanda smiled and ran up to embrace her.

Wanda. Vision. Sam. Steve.

"Are you ok Nat?"

Wanda. Vision. Sam. Steve.

"Natasha?"

He was gone. He left me. He went back and left me. He promised. He left me. I never got to tell him.

Clint was gone and Natasha was-