Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Natasha Romanoff: I Lost Everything

Word Count: 1668

No one plans to be sitting in their car parked outside their ex's house. It's creepy and toxic and can only lead up to something more problematic.

However you didn't know where else to go. Your life had fallen apart since Natasha and you broke up. It seems like parting ways with her started a domino effect. You broke up, then you got fired from your job, and because you didn't have a job you couldn't afford to stay in the place you were renting.

You were trying your best to cope with all of that. You started working at a grocery store and were able to get yourself a run down one bedroom apartment. You didn't have a choice but to keep moving forward. You didn't have time to have a breakdown because if you did you wouldn't have anything at all.

You thought you had it under control until today. Some goons on the street decided you were the perfect target and tried to rob you. You fought back the best you could but there was only one of you and three of them. They took your wallet and beat you up pretty badly. Your wallet contained all of your credit cards, your ID, and your payday for the week.

There was nothing you could do about it at the moment. So you just walked to my car and as soon as you were in there you burst into tears. It's like it had all hit you at one time and before you could comprehend it you were parked in front of Natasha's house.

Your subconscious knew that she was the only one that could really help you. You knew that if you got out of the car and knocked on the door Nat would let you in. You just didn't know if you would be able to face her.

Natasha broke up with you because she wasn't ready for a serious commitment. That's what she told you and it was hard to believe. You had already been dating for 8 months. In your head you were already in a serious commitment but she just didn't feel the same.

Knocking on her door while you look like this, after you've lost everything, and seeing her standing there doing just fine without you would destroy you.

" Fuck"

You punched the dashboard and leaned your head on the steering wheel letting the fresh tears stream down your face. The silent tears were quickly turning into choked sobs.

" Y/n?"

A loud tap on the car window had caused you to lift your head off of the steering wheel. Your vision was blurry from the tears but you already knew who it was.

You got out of the car and tried to wipe your face but ended up wincing.

" Hi Nat"

The tears still hadn't stopped coming from your eyes and you were trying your hardest to hold it all together.

You felt her eyes rake your entire body before finally meeting yours.

" Come on"

She turned away from you and started walking towards her house. You trailed behind her with your head hung low. You don't know what you were expecting her to say but you thought it was going to be more than two words.

Once you were inside the house you felt overwhelmed. Everything was too similar to how it had been when the two of you were together. You could tell Nat was leading you to her bedroom and that made you feel like you were going to vomit.

Being in here felt like a mistake. You wanted to turn around and run back to your car. Anything that would help this feeling of dread disappear seemed pretty reasonable.

Your brain must've not been communicating with your body because somehow you were already sat on the smallest corner of Natasha's bed.

You had heard fumbling around in her personal bathroom, most likely searching for an emergency kit to clean your wounds. Just as you expected she came out of the restroom with the white box in hand.