To My Dearly Detested Natasha...

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Y/N POV-

I was hanging off the bed. One more movement and i'd be a gonner. I felt myself being pulled up by Natasha but I remained asleep. She pulled the covers back over me and positioned herself to be as close to me as she could.

NATASHA POV-

I stirred awake and reached my hand out to search for Y/N who was not there. I fully opened my eyes so I could see where she was. The majority of her body was hanging off the bed whilst the other was clinging on.

I gently pulled her back up trying not to
wake her. I checked the time on my phone which read 6am. Y/N was still asleep. I positioned myself so my head was on her chest and my leg was over her body so she couldn't fall off the bed. I looked up and admired her sleeping. 'God she was so perfect.' I thought. Today was the day that I had to go and talk to Bruce, otherwise me and Y/N, whatever we have, is finished.

I couldn't help but think about the way she treated me before. This sudden romance was completely out of nowhere. Never in a million years did I think i'd be laying in bed with the one person I was supposed to hate. Even more dangerous since she's a mafia boss.

I decided to roll back over and go back to sleep since it was still early.

Y/N POV-

I began to wake up as the winter sun beamed through my window, onto my face. I noticed Natasha had rolled back over as I remembered what she asked me about waking her up.

I moved closer to her and placed gentle kisses on her jawline and on the corner of her eyelids which caused her eyes to flutter open and a sweet smile to form on her face. "Hey baby." I whispered huskily to her, having just woken had an effect on my voice. She rolled on top of me and smiled down at me as she ran her hands through my hair. "Good morning" She spoke back to me. "You know what you have to do today." I reminded her to which she nodded with a face of sadness. I bit my lip as I noticed the feeling of upset wash over her face which brought me doubt to her feelings for me over Bruce.

Without saying a word, I got up and got changed into my outfit for today. I decided on a sweatshirt with some baggy blue ripped jeans. Simple. I wore my rings too, I hardly ever took them off anyway.

Reference outfit ^

Natasha watched me intensely as I changed but I didn't utter a word to her. "Y/N, why aren't you talking to me?" She asked. "I am talking to you." I claimed to which she responded by nodding before looking down and playing with her fingers. "Natalia," I started "I wanna give you something." She looked up at me curious to find out what it was. I handed her a necklace that I had made specially for her. In the mafia, we make a sort of pendant for our partners which confirms our love for them eternally. Natasha wouldn't know this, she didn't need to when I could just show her I will love her forever.

Reference photo ^

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova, even if you don't love me forever, you will always be my eternity, i'm giving you this as a promise that I will crave you, for the rest of my life." I told her. She pulled me into a deep hug, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck as I hugged her waist. "Y/N you are my life." She cried into my shoulder. We stayed like this for a while before she decided that it was time to talk to Bruce.

She had been gone a while so I went to find her, surely she would be done by now right?
I walked down to Bruce's lab where I heard shouting. "Why not me Natasha?" Was Bruce's words. I peeked in to make sure that he wasn't trying to hurt her when I saw Natasha start to jumble her words as her breathing increased and her eyes became frantic, looking everywhere.

I knew what was about to happen. Natasha slammed her lips against Bruce's as they began to remove each other's clothes. They spun around so Natasha was facing the door where she saw me stood there, watching her. "Shit." I heard her say.

I stormed up to my room and started packing my bags. I heard the footsteps of someone running along the corridor towards my room. Of course it had to be the redhead. She crashed through my door. "Y/N-" "Shut the fuck up Natasha, and get the fuck out of my room. You're a liar. I'm leaving. I don't wanna see you again." I yelled. Tears began to fall down her face as she sobbed through her words. "Y/N please!" She begged. I held my switchblade to her neck. "You wanna know what happens in the mafia when someone lies?" I threatened. Her breath hitched as her chest rose and fell rapidly. "Fucking do it Y/N!" I pulled my switchblade away from her neck but lifted the pendant I gave her, which was around her neck, with the side of the switchblade. "A promise right?" I said before I continued packing my bags.

With Natasha still in the room, I pulled out my burner phone and called a number. "Soldato, Im getting out of here" "But comare-" "No. I'm leaving" I said firmly and hung up. I stuffed clothes in my bag, not caring to fold them as Natasha just watched. I saw a picture of Natasha on my bedside table. I held it up to her . "Y/N can I keep that?" She asked. I crushed it in my hand right in front of her, she watched me as her chin quivered and a whimper left her lips. "It should be easy to forget me," I said, "Have a nice life with Bruce, forget I was here and it will all be ok." She tried to take my hand but I stood back not looking her in the eyes. "You mean nothing to me." I said sourly as I watched her salty tears run down her face, seeping into her mouth and falling of her chin. Obviously it wasn't true, but I had to convince her somehow. "Don't say that." She pleaded. "Goodbye mio tesoro (my treasure)" With that I gave her a final gift. I took the switchblade and sliced my finger and then sliced hers. These scars will make her suffer, every time she looks at them she will think of me so she knows what she's lost and what she has done.

I left her stood in my room to wallow in her sadness. As I was walking down the corridor, I heard her loud sobs but I put on the usual cold emotion. I couldn't feel anything. My dearly detested ruined me.