N.R. One Shots

Hold on

Trigger warning: Mentions of su*c*de

You and Nat were best friends. You told each other everything. Nat was mostly always tolerant of your little tantrums and shenanigans.

Nat knew about your depression, and that you cut. You had tried so hard to keep it a secret from her, but she found out anyways. You two were so close, people often though you were a couple; and how Nat wished that was true.

You were dating Blake, a 20-something heartbreaker. He had walked out on you several times before. He was dismissive of your mental health, often laughed when you were on the verge of a breakdown...but you were in love.

Natasha wished and wished with all her might that you would come to your senses. She hoped in vain that you would realise what a douche-bag he was...and then she would admit her feelings to you. She'd tell you how hopelessly she was in love with you.

But that didnt work.. Every time he broke your heart, you would still go running after him, begging him to take you back.

Nat straightened her jacket and knocked on the door to your apartment. It was a girls night out, and you were supposed to come hangout with Nat and Wanda...only you hadn't showed up. Nat, being the good friend that she was, had driven up to your house to check up on you.

When you didn't open the door immediately, Nat frowned. She rapped on the door again.

"Y/N?"

Swiping a pin from her hair, she inserted it into the lock, and quickly picked it. The door creaked open.

"Y/N u there?" Silence.

Nat felt her heart going a mile a minute. The bathroom door was shut, faint light showing from the crack under the door. She yanked it open.

Natasha dropped to her knees, a silent scream on her lips. Tears pricked her eyes as she took in your lifeless body, blade in your right hand, the left bloody and twisted away from you.

Your face was turned the other way, like you didnt want to watch the blood seeping from the cuts. You had obviously started shallow, but there were a few deep cuts.

Nat reached forward with trembling hands. She pressed her fingers to your wrist, searching desperately for a pulse. Her other hand reached into her pocket to grab her phone.

"911, what's your emergency?"
Nat tried to speak, but her throat was too dry. She gulped in some air, trying to gather herself.

"Y/N..."
"Ma'am we cannot hear you, can you speak up?"
Nat tried again. "Ambulance... I need an ambulance.."

"Yes ma'am, we are on our way."

The phone slipped from her numb hands. She bent down and pressed a fragile kiss to your cold lifeless cheeks.

"Come back to me my Y/N...please..come back.."

So....y'all want a part 2 or sumn? And in part two do u want Y/N to be alive or dead-
;-;

Love, Robyn <3