N.R. One Shots

Never let me go

"So it was all a joke then? Just a mission? I was never anything more than....collateral damage..?"

You feel hollow inside as you watch her pack her bags. She slips in her clothes one by one, folding them carefully in a way you've come to know she likes.

Or you've believed she likes.

"Y/N... I'm gonna miss you."
"How do you expect me to believe that? After all this. After I came home to find dead people strewn across my house. After you showed up in that ridiculous outfit. After I found out you're a... a spy..?"

Nat never even looks up.
"You're right. You can't believe it."
She zips the suitcase up and sets it on the ground. The metal wheels clank as they run on the hard tiled floor.
She holds out a hand as a farewell.

You can't believe this is happening. Yesterday... Yesterday she was Nat, your girlfriend, and today she's Agent Romanoff, the assassin.

"You're... You're leaving." You're ashamed of how your voice cracks. Ashamed of how desperate you sound.

"I am."

Can't she spare you one glance? Her face is blank, her eyes emotionless as she pushes past you and out the door.

You only see her outer calm demeanour.

What you don't see are the tears welling up in her eyes. Her lips, moving quickly in a silent goodbye.

And you believe she's gone.