𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘕𝘢𝘵

- PROLOGUE

| PROLOGUE |
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I THOUGHT THE WORLD OF YOU
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| 10TH MAY 2015 |

          NATASHA WAS HOLDING BACK. Love was not her forte, never had been; and foreigners had never been her type of people. She didn't get them. There was a reason she stuck closely to Russian and English.

Ultron was long gone, the Vision had made sure of that, Sokovia was destroyed as sacrifice - though the world hardly respected the plea for the understanding that the destruction of the country had been out of the Avenger's hands - collateral damage, as Tony had put it.

Wanda Maximoff had travelled back to the New York on the Quinjet with the others, though she had said little. Not really a surprise. Natasha had barely glanced her way, and was far away from actively commiting a conversation with the witch. It was petty, she knew that, but the damn girl had struck a nerve she'd been protecting - had dredged up memories that had taken years to forget; the process of forgetting taking ages to perfect. Natasha had much to hate the Sokovian for, yet she felt numb instead. No fire blazed in her eyes when she gazed upon Wanda, none that she had felt buried deep inside her chest - inside her pounding heart.

They'd only gotten closer, however. Despite the affairs of the past. Natasha grew closer to the younger girl and although they valued their differences, the pair seemed inseparable.

No matter how worn the boat may get in a swirling storm, the sail has a way of always finding its way out, like a compass always points true north.

But all boats wear out in the end. Was it just a matter of time - a waiting game, until the wood cracked and splintered? Or were they in the endgame now?

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