To My Dearly Detested Natasha...

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-3 months later-

NARRATOR POV-

Natasha was struggling without Y/N. She never ate with the team anymore, she barely left her room. There hadn't been missions in a while so she couldn't occupy her mind with anything else but Y/N.

Y/N on the other hand began to fit the typical stereotypes of the mafia. She became a criminal, she became bad. She was mercilessly killing people. She had become cruel.

NATASHA POV-

Tony requested all of the avenger's presence in the meeting room. I walked in and everyone's eyes were instantly on me. I thought that it was because I had barely left my room, or perhaps because my eyes were swollen and puffy from the amount of crying I have been doing. But no. This is was for a different reason as I would
come to find out.

"Natasha, I understand you had a close friendship with Y/N, correct?" Tony asked. At the mention of her name my heart skipped a beat. That was the first time I had heard her name since she left. "Uh y-yeah friendship, right." I replied. "We need your help, we need to bring her in, she's gone rogue." Steve informed me. "I'll do it" I said almost immediately. With that they gave me the details of her location and I was set out to leave tomorrow.

I went back to my room and looked at the picture of us which she broke before she left. "I'll see you soon Y/N" I spoke. I got in my bed and slept the hours away until I could see her again.

Small Time Skip

I set an alarm for 5am that morning so I could see her as soon as possible. I brushed my teeth, and combed my hair which had recently been cut to a wavy kind of bob. I put on a yellow-brown jacket and a little rough eyeshadow before I got my bag and headed down to the main room.

Natasha's look ^

I boarded the jet and set my bags down. "How long until we're there?" I asked the pilot. "About 4 hours miss" He replied. I decided to find a room and have a nap. I set an alarm to wake me up in 3 and a half hours so I had at least half and hour to mentally prepare myself.

Small time skip

I woke up to the sound of my alarm and a familiar sick feeling grew in the pit of my stomach. I was so ready to see her but not really. I went over my 'lines' of what I was going to say to her. What was I even going to
do? Should I hug her? Kiss her? Kissing is too far no matter how bad I just want to feel her lips on mine again.

The jet landed on a field in the middle of nowhere but in plain sight. I walked around a mile from where I landed, making sure to leave traces so I could get back. I was met with a black, modern house. Whoever lived here had money. Lots of it.

A light was on in the house and I saw a figure moving around. I went to the back of the house where there was a balcony. I climbed a pipe up onto the balcony. I picked the balcony door lock and tiptoed in.

I walked towards the light in one of the rooms where the door was open ajar. Y/N. She was now sat on her bed, she looked cold- emotionless. Even so, she still looked beautiful. I snuck in and shut the door silently. She was fiddling with the same switchblade as before.

Y/N POV-

I was fiddling with my switchblade as I noticed her reflection in the mirror. Natasha. She was stood there staring at me, she looked perfect. As she always did.

I took the knives next to me and threw them all at once into the door, outlining her head with them. They just about missed her.

"Natalia." I greeted her calmly. "Y/N." She replied softly. "I suppose you're here to bring me in" I assumed to which I earned a nod. "Well, good luck." "Y/N, I don't want to hurt you, I just want to get you back." She said, her usual optimistic attitude that I always loved seeping through.

"How's Bruce?" I asked, I didn't actually care but it amused me. "It's done, when you left I ended it." She told me. I scoffed and shook my head. "So it's when I leave that you actually end it, so maybe... maybe I was the problem. I was holding you back." I suggested. "Y/N all i've wanted for three months was to hear your voice or see your face, even if you were to kill me i'd be happy just to have your face as the last one I saw." I exhaled deeply at this confession. "Natasha, why wont you just forget me?" I was curious to know since I figured all of her feelings were fake. "You intimidate me in ways no one has, even still. You make me feel things that people write about in love stories, the fake scenarios in people's heads. All I wanted was to make my own love story, with you." She claimed. "Natasha, all your feelings for me were fake, you're just saying all this to get me to come back with you, well sorry love, i'm not coming." With that I forced a smile and turned back around.

I felt the bed dip as she sat down next to me. I put my head in my hands and rested my elbows on my thighs feeling overwhelmed. "Y/N, I swear to you, everything I said to you was real." She began to fiddle with the pendant I gave her before I left. I looked at her, "You kept it" "Of course I did, you made a promise that you'd love me eternally. I want to make that same promise." With that she handed me a pendant of her own. She handed me a ring which had an emerald heart on.

Reference photo ^

"The colour of my eyes, which you told me you always liked." She stated. I took her hand in mine as I twisted it over so her palm was facing upwards. I held out my finger and hers as I looked at the matching scars on our fingers. I traced mine lightly over hers as she watched me.

"Natalia, I have to tell you something, i've been holding it in too long." I told her slowly. "What is it?" She asked desperately. "I've been needing you ever since I left." She inhaled sharply. She put my hand to her heart. It was beating dangerously fast, I'm surprised I couldn't hear it pulsating out of her chest. I mimicked her movement and pulled her hand to my heart which was beating just as fast. We looked at each other. Finally making the long eye contact we'd been needing since she got here. "My heart beats for you." I told her. "My heart beats only for you" She claimed, repeating my words. Our breaths got shallow as we were drawn closer.