"Tell me, how did you keep your heart?" Melina asked when Natasha defended her about being a rat in a cage. Melina felt used and compliant but Natasha went against that, Melina was a bad person with a good heart. She was just dealt a bad hand.
Before Nat answered she thought about one night with Anya. The one with the donuts. The one where she woke up and wanted to hug the person next to her...to not let go. But she wasn't there.
Then when she found her in the diner, crying it broke her heart, and that question she asked confirmed what Natasha already knew but just wasn't ready to admit, in fear of failure.
In that moment she realised she was pretending. Pretending to be okay, to feel no pain when in reality she did, and seeing Anya share hers meant she could too. And that's one of the long list of reasons Natasha would do everything in her power to make her happy, even if it meant dying.
Because she loved her.
"Because pain only makes us stronger. Didn't you tell us that?" Natasha's asks rhetorically, with the soft 'on the edge of letting it all out' voice. "What you taught me kept me alive. It allowed me to keep the person I love." She stutters just thinking of her.
"I'm sorry, I alewdy alerted the Red Room. They'll be here any minute." Melina says casually, even after the heart she had with her daughter. Natalia nods and wipes away the tears from her cheeks.
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"So there I am, ice fishing with my father," Yelena is bored already so swipes the entire bottle of Vodka from the bedside table that she brought with her from the dinner table. "In this little ice shed, it's cold, even for Russia. 'Keep the vodka by the fire' my father would say." He continues.
"Please stop talking." Yelena pleads as she once again rests her forearms on her knees and her head droops.
"Please."
"No."
"Please.
"I dont want to talk."
"Please there is a reason I'm telling you this, I promise." He finally says and breaks the back and forth bickering between them. "I'm reaching for fish, ohhh, I lose balance! Ahhh! Splash! My hands go in the river..."
"Ooof." It's clear that Yelena is not interested and is clearly not in the mood for a life lesson, but he continues none the less.
"In this weather, frostbite sets in quick. My father..... he go toilet on my hands!" He shouts while waving his hands in the air as if his dad had done that just now.
"Oh my god." Yelena sighs and her head drops at the immaturity of the man sitting on the bed next to her.
"Urine is 35 degree Celsius! Staves off te' frostbite." Alexie growls and Yelena puts her head in her hands, trying her hardest not to picture it.
"How is this relevant?" She stabs. I asked the same question girl. Your sat in a warm house with a bed and a bottle of vodka, the only similarity is the alcohol, I guess I should have seen that coming.
"You know....fathers." He said and his daughter swings her head from his eyes to the door in front of her.
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I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
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Long Time No See • Natasha Romanoff
Fanfiction"Do we know who she's is, or where she comes from?" "No, she's a ghost" "I know her" "How? Who is she?" "She was my girlfriend" When two childhood lovers are separated from one another to become the greatest female assassin this world had ever seen...
