MCU One-Shots

8

I used to drive to her apartment at least once a month. It comforted me, even if it reminded me I could never get over her. 

One day, as I parked my car outside of the building and looked up at her apartment, I noticed a figure in the window but who could it be? Deciding there couldn't be anyone in there, I got out of my car and counted my steps, 2023. That was the last year I'd seen her alive.

I took the cold key out of my pocket and opened the door. Just as it has been for the past year, the apartment was empty. I turned on the lights but it didn't change anything, everything seemed lifeless. Including myself. 

I walked over to the window, the sun had already set. I sat on the bed remembering how she used to watch my favourite shows so we could talk about them and how she used to wait until I was asleep to write letters for me, sealing them with wax stamps and hiding them in my bag so I'd find them when I went home. I wondered if she knew I still read those letters, nearly every night before I fall asleep.

I walk over to her wardrobe, there's already an empty spot on the floor that I made last month, and sit down. I liked it in there, all of her clothes meant it smelt like her more than the rest of the apartment. Grabbing one of her old t-shirts, silent tears began rolling down my cheeks, soon turning into loud and uncontrollable sobs. I didn't move, not even to dry my tears. I just sat there, hugging the t-shirt and thinking of her. 

I don't know how much time passed but my thoughts were eventually broken with a soft, "hey." When I looked up I was shocked to be greeted with her green eyes and gorgeous smile looking down at me. "What are you doing here?" Natasha asked but I didn't respond, instead, I just stared at her in disbelief. 

Kneeling down, she held her hand out for me to hold but I quickly wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer together to me. "Walk with me," She said, still not pulling away from my hug.

That entire night was spent walking, talking and even a little dancing. She explained she could never exist on this timeline and when I begged for her to take me with her she simply mumbled, "you have to stay here. Promise me something? Please y/n, be happy."

"I will be," I whispered as she faded into the night. I didn't know if I could be happy with her. She had saved me, she had been the reason for my smile and now she had gone. But I promised her, and I had to stay true to my very last promise.

Sometimes, I go back to her apartment and I still read our old letters. She's gone, I'll never see her again, but I am happy again. I promised her I would be and besides, life is simply a game that no one survives. What can you do but enjoy it?