The Widows Rose: A Natasha Romanoff Lesbian Story

Chapter 16

"Hey, can we talk?" 

I look at the redhead for a moment. "Yeah, sure." I say and step aside to let her in. I close the door and turn to face her. I see her looking around. "Your room is cute." She says and I blush a little bit. I clear my throat and walk to the bed. "Do you wanna sit down?" I say patting the bed beside me. She nods and takes a seat, our shoulders almost touching. I move a little and angle my body to face her. "So, what's up? Is everything alright?" I ask her. She looks at me with a tense expression and nods. "Yeah, everything is fine. I just wanted to talk to you about something." She says. I nod my head. "So what is it?" I ask her. She looks at the floor and takes a deep breath. She takes a moment to collect herself. Then she looks at me.

"When I was a child, I was taken by this organization called the Red Room." She says and I look at her in confusion. "The Red Room?" I ask her. She nods her head. "It's this organization that kidnaps girls and trains them to be assassins. Through brainwashing and torture." She explains. her face is blank, but her eyes are swirling with many emotions. My heart starts to ache for her, so I reach out my hand to take hers. She looks down at our hands and back at me. I give her a soft smile and gently squeeze her hand. She gulps. "Everyday was much the same. Training, conditioning, fighting. If you fell behind, you were never heard from again. At night, you slept handcuffed to the bed. There was no room for mercy. There were things that were constantly being drilled into our heads." She says. She pauses and takes another deep breath.

"Why are you telling me all this? Don't get me wrong, I'm glad your opening up to me. But why me? You've known the others for a lot longer." I ramble out. She smiles softly at me. She squeezes my hand and I almost close my eyes to savor the feeling. "There is one thing that they drilled into our heads more than anything. They made sure to plant it so deep into my head that it still affects me to this day. Love is for children." She says and my breath hitches. I feel my heart ache in my chest. This beautiful, brave woman thought love was for children. The woman who put it all on the line for her teammates time and time again. 

"It's why I never truly get close to people. I keep a wall up and nobody can cross it. Or so I thought." She says and I let a confused expression take over my face. "What do you mean?" I ask her. She takes a deep breath. "I met this person a while ago. At first, I didn't really want to interact with them. But they intrigued me. And I couldn't help but be drawn in. They're smart, funny, and really sweet. They're also probably the most badass person I know. But they don't have a large ego. They make me smile more than I thought possible. And they managed to get through my walls. Not because the climbed. No they dug. Without me even noticing." She says. I smile even though my heartaches. Who ever this person is was lucky. And I tell her exactly that.

"Well, whoever this person is, they're lucky. Your smart, talented and brave. You don't ever let anyone walk over you. You stand up for what you believe in. You stand up for what is right. I just hope whoever this person is realizes what an amazing woman you are." I tell her. She looks at me and grins. "Something tells me that they do." She says. I smile at her. "Good. You should never have to question how amazing you are." I tell her. She takes another deep breath. "So what do you think? Should I run with this?" She asks. Now it hit me. She wanted my advise. It stung, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from being a good friend. 

"Run with it. You deserve a chance at happiness. And If this person makes you happy. Then run with it. Give it a shot. See where it goes. And don't be afraid to do so." I tell her with a supportive smile. I wanted her to be happy. That's all I wanted. She grins. She squeezes my hand and lets it go. She stands up and moves to stand directly in front of me. I look up at her as confusion once again spreads over me. Her grin still on her face. She holds out her hand again. "If I'm running with this, then Rosemarie Conrad, will you run with me. Because your the one I want to run with." She says. 

My eyes go wide as shock takes over my body. I feel myself freeze as my heart starts to race. My breathing picks up. I sit there for a moment and her grin starts to falter and she lowers her hand. I need to say something. Anything. "What?" I breath out. She looks me in the eyes. "Your the one I want to run with. I don't know how, or even when it happened, but I've fallen for you. And at first I was afraid. But I had a few people to talk it out with." She says. I can only look at her. I can't believe that this goddess actually likes me. Me, a total dork. Me, the idiot who is literally sitting on the bed frozen while the woman she loves starts to panic. "And it's okay if you don't feel the same. I just needed to tell you to get ti off my chest. I just wanted you to know the truth. I'm-" She rambles. 

As if on autopilot again, I stand up and stand directly intron of her with only a few inches between our faces. Her breath hitches and I stare into her forest green eyes. I search them for something. I don't know what, but when I found it, I placed my hands on her waist and pulled her closer. On hand went to cup her face and I gently place my lips on hers, Giving her the option of either kissing back or pulling away. Her hands reach up and I think she's going to hit me. But she just wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, kissing me harder. Our lips move in sync and fit together like two puzzle pieces. We continue to kiss until air becomes a problem. We pull back and stare into each others eyes, trying to catch our breath. "Wow." I say breathlessly.