A/n So this isn't technically a pov but I've had major writers block and Johnny Cash plus sleep deprivation brought me this
Rain pummeled down around Melina. Her dark blue umbrella did little to keep her dry. The wind was cold, not as cold as Russia of course, but it still bit into the exposed skin of her face and neck. She hated this place. The wrought iron fence around it made her mad, the brick pillar at the entrance made her heart drop on sight. Even the neatly mowed grass, now covered in slushy snow, made her cringe.
It wasn't that it wasn't beautiful here, it was, or would have been. She walked over to the too familiar tree and bent at the headstone. The words weren't visible in the rain, but that didn't matter. She knew them by heart. The simple dark grey offsetting the lighter grey it surrounded. The thick black letter that curved in the name of her daughter Natasha Romanoff.
Melina had been through a lot of pain in her life, but none compared to that of losing her oldest. Her Natasha. She bent down and placed her hand on the wet concrete.
"Natasha," she breathed quietly, "it's me. It's Mama." Her tears flowed freely now, mixing with the rain, making her face shine.
"Happy Birthday, baby," Melina whispered. She straightened the wilting plastic flowers stuck in the ground next to it and stared for a moment. She nodded, as if satisfied and turned, hunching her shoulders as she walked away. She stopped, her hand on the door to car, and looked back at the grave of her daughter one last time,
"mama lyubit tebya"
Mama loves you
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Avengers x Y/n One shots (finished)
FanfictionY/n (she/her, bi) and her adventures with the Avengers. Mostly gxg relationships unless requested otherwise.
