Natasha Romanoff x Reader one-shots [COMPLETE]

MONSTER [TW] [A/W]

Monster. You are nothing but a  m o n s t e r .

R U N.

Get away, now. There's nothing you can do.

But there is.

Tell her.

Tell Natasha what you did.

Tell her how much you liked stabbing someone and twisting the knife.

Tell her how much you loved seeing the life drain out of the person's eyes.

Tell her you loved feeling how the person automatically went limp.

You ran into the compund, your body drenched in blood. It wasn't yours, though. No, it was thiers. Whoever it was you killed.

Tears streamed down your face as you barged into the living room. Everyone's head snapped towards you, and they immediately paled at the figure before them.

Natasha ran to you, "Y/N, what happened? Is this your blood? You need to get to the med-bay!"

She tried to pull you there, but you stopped her.

You cleared your throat, shaking your head in shock, "It's not mine."

Nat pasued and turned around, "What?"

Your lip trembled as you looked at yourself, your bloody hands, your bloody clothes.

Everyone came over to you, standing about a foot away.

Steve looked over you, horrified, "Y/N... what did you do?"

"I k-killed t-them," you shook your head, "I-I didn't even know who they w-were."

"What?" Tony furrowed his eyebrows, "Why?"

You looked up at them seeing their expression.

You then turned to your girlfriend who looked the most horrified.

"I-I'm s-sorry. I-I don't know why I did it."

Natasha shook her head, "No, Y/N, it was probably a mistake. It's okay."

"No. Nat. You don't understand," your voice broke as you stumbled towards the elevator, "I-I liked it. I liked killing them. It made me feel good."

"That's not true," Nat denied, "No. Y/N, you would never do that,"

She approached you.

You shook your head and pressed the elevator button, backing away.

"Get away from me. I'm a monster."

M O N S T E R

roses are red
thorns are prickly
holy fucking shit
that escalated quickly