Ghost

Chapter Forty Seven

Yelena's POV

  "Nat, I'm the ghost," Spencer speaks it so quietly I can barely hear it myself.

  So I'm not surprised when Nat asks, "what?"

  Spencer clears her throat before speaking up a bit more, "I'm the Ghost, Natasha."

  Nat sits up and gives Spencer a look I can't see, nor do I know if I want to. I can't imagine what Natasha is thinking. Or what Spencer is feeling. I know Nat did not expect this. I know how I reacted. I'm expecting something of the same from Nat, if not worse.

  I know why Spencer is telling her; her heart is too big to let Nat carry that guilt. But I also know how terrifying it must be to tell someone something like that. Especially someone you like, especially something this huge.

  I just know that whatever is about to occur, I've got Spencer's back. I told her I've got her and that I wouldn't let them take her, and I'm not going to. She needs a rock, I know I'm that rock for her.

   Nat might break apart at this. She may build up every wall she was letting Spencer dismantle. I hope like anything that she doesn't, but I also know my sister.

  And If that does happen, Spencer will break. How do I keep two of the most important people in my life from breaking apart? Especially when they're the cause of the others shattered pieces. How do I put them back together?

  I hold my breath in anticipation, watching the seconds tick by like hours at the silence that's followed Spencer's admittance.

  If they go any longer like this, I'm going to pass out.

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Spencer's POV

   Shes just looking at me. With a blank expression. And I'm too afraid to literally do anything. My body is frozen; I'm not breathing even though my heart must be beating out of my chest.

  I don't want to say anything else in fear of making whatever this is worse, not that I'm entirely sure it can be worse. I want to look at Yelena for assurance but I can't tare my gaze away from Natashas.

  I don't know if she's looking through my soul right now or my head, but neither is comforting. I'm sure she's doing her little assassin ninja voodoo to figure out if I'm telling the truth or not, but I don't think you have to be trained to tell how much I'm a sweating a nervous wreck.

  I so badly want her to give me a chance. To accept me for who I am and not who I was. But she's an avenger and someone who has been after the Ghost for years, I can't expect her to push that all away for me. We barely know each other.

  Harmless flirting doesn't lead to anything right? Exactly. It surely doesn't equate to forgiving someone of being a lying, cheating, stealing, killing superhuman. I don't deserve her forgiveness.

  So even though I'm hoping for it, I'm not expecting it. I'm expecting to walk out of here in some sort of handcuffs that she makes up. Though I like the idea, the reason behind it isn't ideal.

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Nats POV

  I'm frozen. I'm just staring into Spencer's eyes and I don't know why. We've been stuck here forever, neither of us moving or breathing. I know I must have heard her right. I heard her the first time but I couldn't wrap my head around it. I still can't.