Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Brief Mentions of: SA
Yes, another post tonight - don't ask me what I'm doing, I'm very impatient and this one goes directly hand in hand with the last one so like, whatever.

Y/N's POV

Instantly, Amy turns and hugs into me.
"Thank you, thank you." She says, I drop my things and wrap my arms around her.
"I'm sorry." I say softly, "I should've asked you before I-"
"No, it's okay. I'm glad someone finally said it..." she takes a deep breath and pulls away from the hug, she wipes her tears.
"Could we talk about something else?"
"Yeah." I say, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Professor Romanoff." She says, I pick up my coat and put it on, followed by my bag and we start walking down the hall together.
"What about her?"
"You trust her, don't you?" She asks, "I just need more people that I can trust. I have you and there is Brad but I don't think he really understands."
"I trust her" I nod.
"I saw her comforting you." She says, "Do you think that I could come to class early with you tomorrow?"
"Of course, you can." I say.

I hear the door opening behind us but I keep my attention on Amy.
"Amy, Y/N?" Natasha's voice calls out. We both turn to look. "He's been expelled."
"Good." I state, Amy nods and Natasha approaches us.
"How are you both?" She asks,
"I've been better." Amy says, I can't help but smile. Natasha laughs too.
"I guess I should've expected that." She says, "You guys don't need to go back to class if you don't want to. I don't have another class for a while, if you'd like to come to my classroom."

I look over to Amy, she nods and so we head to Natasha's classroom.

Romanoff's POV

I get into my classroom, surprisingly, Y/N did actually open all the windows.
From the looks of it, whatever we were doing before has been called off. Probably for the best at the moment. Though, I am still curious, maybe I'll figure out how to make her pick it back up later.

Amy and Y/N sit on desks near the front of the classroom. Y/N looks over at me,
"Are you busy?" She asks.
"No, I've got nothing to do. Why?"
"Come talk with us." She signals me over, I walk over to them both and sit with them.

"He knows where you both live?" I ask, it's the question that's been playing on my mind since they left the meeting.
"Yeah." Amy says softly,
"I don't think he'll do anything, Na-" Y/N stops herself. Amy looks up at her, this is the second time this has almost happened. It's not important though, I doubt that Amy would actually care if Y/N called me Natasha at this point.
"If he was going to do something else, I think he would've done it already." Y/N corrects, finishing her sentence.

"I think I'm gonna get a hotel, just somewhere that he doesn't know." Amy says,
"Do you want me come with you?" Y/N offers, Amy nods. Part of me wants to tell them they could stay with me. Just to make sure they're okay.
I'm thinking about it.

"A hotel?" I repeat, they both look at me. "Look, I know it's unlikely for him to try anything, but I don't like the thought of you both being alone somewhere you don't know."
Me and Y/N make eye contact,
"Stay with me. I live fairly close to the school."

"Oh, Professor Romanoff, that's so kind but-" Amy starts,
"Or at least let me pay for the hotel." I add.
Y/N smiles and looks at Amy, she holds Amy's hands.
"What do you want to do, Amy?"

Amy thinks for a while, which is fair enough.
"You live alone?" She looks at me,
"With my sister, but trust me, she wouldn't mind." I assure.

"What do you think, Y/N?" Amy asks her,
"You asked me if I trust Romanoff, I would trust her with my life."

Hearing those words did unimaginable things to my heart. She trusts me.

"Okay, we'll stay with Professor Romanoff." Amy smiles.

Y/N's POV

Later that day, Natasha drove us to Amy's house and my house to pick up things we'd need. Clothes, hygiene products, etc.
Hearing Natasha ask me for directions to my house was weird, since I don't really know the area well and she already knows how to get there.

As we arrive at her place, it's a decent sized house, fully detached - not an apartment like me and Amy.
In the front yard, there's a blond woman throwing a ball around for an American Akita dog.
Natasha gets out of the car, and opens the door for us.
"Who is this?" The blond woman calls out as Amy and I step out of the car, she has a somewhat strong Russian accent which was surprising, considering Natasha's American accent.

"This is Y/N," she points to me, "And Amy-Leigh." Natasha gets our bags from the back of her car, I try to take mine from her but she insists on carrying it for me.
"Girls, this is my sister Yelena and her dog, Fanny."
We walk into the garden, the dog starts jumping up on me and barking. I let it sniff my hand and then I pet it gently.
"You like dogs?" Yelena asks as she approaches me,
"I love dogs." I continue to pet Fanny as Amy follows Natasha into the house.

Soon after, me and Yelena follow in too.
"Are you friends of Natasha's?" She asks us both,
"They're my students." Natasha interjects before either of us can say anything, "There's been a bit of an incident and they aren't exactly safe in their own homes at the moment."

"Do you guys mind sharing a room?" Natasha asks us,
"That's fine." Amy smiles, I look at her and nod.
"You've already done a lot for us, it's fine if we have to share a room." I add.
"It's no problem, girls. I'm just happy that you aren't in a hotel." She starts walking us to the room we'll be in, when she opens the door, it's got one double bed. "I can get two single beds if you'd-"
"It's fine," I say, "Thank you, Professor Romanoff."
"Oh, call me Natasha, darling."

Darling... something about it. Something about the way she said it, it gives me butterflies.

Natasha puts our bags down on the bed,
"There's a bathroom in the next room along to the right," she points, "but if someone's in there, feel free to use the en-suite in my room. Just please knock first." She smiles and walks out.

"I see why you like her." Amy says, "She's letting us live in her house!"
"I told you, she actually cares about her students." I respond and take out some of my clothes for tomorrow.