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You are on the top, Natasha is on the bottom^^^
"None of it was real. It was all a set up, a lie, a scheme. All for this, this closure! We won y/n, we did it. There's nothing more-"
"How could you say that? How can you look me in the eyes and say that! It might have meant nothing to you, but to me, it was everything. It was real." I tucked the small glass between my bruised ribcage and the soft material of my deep blue sweatshirt, hiding it away under my arm and spinning on my feet, and leaving the room.
"Darling, I'm home!" Natasha shouted from the crooked doorway, blocking a line of light from the rest of the hallway that connected the scattered rooms.
Peaking over my shoulder, I shot a sweet smirk towards her way, only have paying attention to her arrival due to the intense chopping of carrots and other assortments of vegetables across my scuffed up, wooden chopping board.
"How was work?" I bit my lip, the floor groaning with each step closer they got to the edge of the soft wood to the cool tiles of the kitchen.
"Hm?" She sighed happily, almost ignoring the question.
"Same old as always, my love." She snuggled into the crook of my neck, forcing me to crane it up and to the side to further cozy her in while her hands worked their way around my waistline and into the front pocket of my sleek white apron.
"I missed you more than ever. Everything reminded me of you." She went into depth, explaining more about her day in.
"The flowers bloomed this weekend, various shades of yellows and blues. They were extremely beautiful, I almost stole one from the gardener to keep for you." Her lips rested on my neck now, her breath hot against my skin, it tingled wildly.
Oh, god she was so perfect.
"Then by lunch, I put up another photo of you for my desk..." She trailed off, slipping her hands away from my pockets and up my figure until they rested by my upper abdomen, just below my breasts.
"Y'know... the one of you in my sweater. Did I ever tell you how much better you make my clothes look, hm?" Her lips danced around my neck, gentle presses of softness to my heated skin felt like pure bliss against my aching body.
I shook my head lightly, not wanting her touch removed so soon.
"Well," She breathed in between nips and kisses, "I think you are the most ethereal girl I have ever laid my eyes on, and its nothing less of a blessing for you to grace my clothes with your body." She pressed another kiss to my jawline.
"Though, I do prefer you in nothing."
My face heated red, face flushed with passion and lust, fear and hesitation. It was too real.
Pressing her lips one last time to my ear, I felt the waves of heat slip over my skin smoothly with each word, her eyes flickering from my relaxed facial expressions to just outside the window by my workspace.
"Good job, they bought it." She murmured, less lovingly and more serious, yet somehow managing to keep a fake face on.
"I'll keep the bed warm for you!" She switched back as the neighbors she had obviously been watching carefully turned back to spy through the hedges, placing a firm kiss to the top of my head, almost skipping out of the room and down the halls.
"Love you!" She called back nonchalantly.
"Love you too!" I hollered back, sinking into a little bubble of believing, for only a moment, this mission was more, and those words, were really meant to be said.
More than a charade.
"You have no right to be mad, I was only doing my job!" Natasha shouted, catching up from behind.
"Congratulations, you want a trophy?" I spat, looking back half heartedly while keeping my pace steady and quick.
"Y/n, you know this isn't my fault!" She continued, following me straight past the kitchen and into the living space, which was accompanied by Tony, Wanda, Vision and Steve at the moment.
"Mhm, okay." I stopped, staring into those soulishly green eyes I adored not too long ago.
"Y/n!" She pulled at my arm, stopping me just beyond the couch.
"What has gotten into you?"
"Why did you say it?" I questioned, tears brimming, nose reddening from pressure.
"W-what?" She squinted.
"..."
"Why did you claim to love me, no, be in love with me?" I turned fully, looking deeper past the surface, where she was hurting, tired.
She drew a blank.
I sighed.
"If it was all a game, a plot to lure in our "neighbors" and, turn them in, why did you feel the need to tell me every, single, chance, you got?" I looked closer and closer, deeper and deeper.
It was almost like the world was just ours, to be shared and explored among the two of us, and the two of us only.
"Y/n..." She faltered.
"..I-if it was never real to you, why did you let me have hope that it was?" Her posture stiffened, her grip loosening and falling to her sides. Her eyes brimmed with tears, a mirror held up to mine, and her lips were swollen, from irritation, or maybe even just built up frustrations but, she didn't speak.
And as much as I wanted to take her back into my arms, pretend it never happened and maybe let time restart, I couldn't.
I nodded my head, squeezing my lips together tightly. "Okay. Fine." I gave up, grabbing the picture frame out from my grasp and into her chest, the glass bending way too close to a snap until my hands released.
She looked at me, confused, hurt, worried. Maybe even more.
"Take it. It has no use to me anymore. If it was never real then I don't need it anymore." I spoke sourly, staring her down, and only her before finally leaving.
Alone, and towards my room.
I weaved in and out of the hallways, down the corridors and through the labs.
AN: I don't know if this was clear but basically you and Nat were deployed out on a mission where you needed to pretend to be a couple when you actually fell in love with her. When it ended, she left you, and continued to push you away like what she said never happened, leading to this. Ig IDK
