Quick heads up: this story is completely fictional and made by me(JP) It's a fictional timeline.
This storie is about Morgan Stewart, a troubled woman who had a rough start in life. At a young age she was introduced to drugs. After the dead of her p...
Jeremy decided it was time for him to go home. His girlfriend was waiting for him. I bought some weed and cocaine from him, gave him a hug and we both went our own ways.
While i walked back to the centre of New York i couldn't stop thinking about Natasha. The way she walked, the way she talked, her beautiful green eyes and red hair, she was a true beauty. It made me wonder 'would she ever think about me, the way i think about her?' As i walked past a couple i told myself ''No Morgan stop!'' The couple looked back starring at me and whisper something as they walked away. I placed my hands on my face, i realised i said that out loud. ''Ahh shit now they think i'm crazy''.
I turned right on the intersection and got a strange feeling, it felt like someone was following me. I looked behind me but saw nobody. ''hmm weird'' i turned left inside a dark alley. I walked a few meters and started to panic. This was the first time inside a dark alley since the altercation with the man at the club. My heart rate rose and my breathing became heavier with every step i took. I paused and leaned against the wall to try catch my breath. I saw a silhouette walking towards me in the corner of my eye. I jumped and started running away, the silhouette started following me. It came closer and closer. I felt my knees getting weak and i tripped over a curb.
I smacked on the pavement and tried immediately to get up. As i placed my hands on the ground to get up i felt a hand push me on the ground again. I started to crawl away. I didn't got far because two hands lifted me up and placed me against the wall. The person spun me around and shoved me with my back against the wall. ''Wow wow easy'' i said annoyed looking down at my clothes. ''you're ruining my clothes, can't you see they are new?'' I dusted my sweater and pants off. I looked up and gasped for air. ''What?''
"What are you doing here?" I asked Nat with a confused look. Natasha just stared in my eyes, she had a cute face, i must admit. She lifted her left hand and placed it against the wall next to my head and smirked. It was pretty intimidating, not gonna lie. She kept staring at me, as if she was taking in every facial feature i had, her eyes went over my large scar, the patch that still covered my left jaw, and all i could look at where those beautiful green eyes she had. She must have seen me calm down because she broke the silence with her question.
"Why are you running?" she still kept her eyes on me. "You scared me!" "What did you expect?" I shrugged trying to prove her my point. "Why are you following me?" I could see the gears running in her head and took advantage of that. As she was trying to come up with an answer, i ducked under her arm while grabbing a hold of her wrist, spun her around and shoved her against the wall like she did to me. She was shocked to say the least and a slight blush appeared on her face. It made me feel really good, knowing i had made her blush.
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I was a bit taller than her. So i bowed my head a little looking her directly in the eyes, i thought it made me look though. What happened next was something I didn't plan. I looked at her lips, softly biting my lower lip and then placed mines gently on hers. I mean i had to, how could someone resist those. I felt how soft and delicate her lips were as i led the kiss, i felt sparks through my whole body, as if electricity was running down my veins. She leaned in against me. She sparked a feeling inside me, i didn't understand. Nobody had ever done that to me before. As we were kissing, i gently pushed her back against the wall. It felt like forever and i really didn't want to stop. But i had to pull away to get some air.
We were both breathing heavily. She blushed, looked at me surprised and satisfied, and gave me a little smile. I really had to go. I turned to my right and started running away. "Hey!? Where are you going?" She yelled surprised. Natasha followed me, again, so i went first street to the left, second street to the right. I kept running criss cross trying to shake her from me. As i was running my thoughts lingered on the kiss. She has beautiful soft kissable lips. 'Well done Morgan, didn't think you could pull that off'' i smirked.
I ran through the outskirts of New York city, all the way to the cemetery. I slowed down and looked around, no sign of the redheaded beauty and headed for my parents graves. It was dark but i knew exactly where to go. I sat down against a three pointing my face at the headstones, "Mom, dad i just kissed someone, well not someone it was Natasha. She's an Avenger, but not just an avenger.. she is THE black-widow" i started rambling. If i ever felt down or accomplished something i shared it my parents. I closed my eyes, replaying the kiss over and over again till i fell asleep.
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Natasha had given up and walked back towards the main entrance of the tower and sneaked inside. She headed left for the elevator, got in and pressed the button for her floor. She stepped out and went to her small kitchen to get a drink, she could really use one. She walked around the corner and jumped, "Clint what are you doing here?" She whisper-shouted at him.
"Where have you been?" He whispered.
Nat started blushing and looked away. "I just needed to clear my head, so i went for a run".
"Oh and included that run a meeting with a certain someone?" He grinned at her.
"No what are you talking about?" She brushed him off.
"Well you sneaked out, and you are blushing, so why don't you drop the act and tell me what happend?" He smirked.
"Nothing happened" She said trying to brush him off again.
"Oh come on Nat, i can see it on your face!"
"Alright calm down! I went looking for her, found her, she ran away i followed her and then she kissed me." She said every word dropping in volume.
"She did what?" He got excited.
After a sigh she mumbled; "She kissed me"
"Did you like it? How was it? Is she good? Do you like her?" He bombarded her with his nosy questions.
"Shh.. be quiet" "Yes it was good, but i got a strange feeling" she explained to him.
"What kind of feeling and where?"
"I don't know, in my stomach, maybe I'm getting sick" she said walking over to the cabinet and grabbing a glass, and poured in some vodka, "you want some too?" she asked him gesturing at her glass.
"No thanks. Well nat, i think you got the butterfly's. You like her don't you?" He had a smug smile on his face and his eyes lit up.
Nat grabbed her glass and sat down on a chair. "I don't know" she sighed and took a gulp from her glass.
