Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Romanoff's POV

I sit on a stool by the bar, drinking from my almost-empty bottle alone. I couldn't stand to be in my house. Everything there is just... her. Everything from the couch to the shower, it reminds me of her.

A blond woman walks over to me and sits next to me,
"Bridgette?" I say, looking at her. Isn't this great? One of my many distractions from Y/N is here in front of me, right as I'm drinking my problems away, trying not to think of Y/N.
"Hey, Natasha." She says. "You okay?"
"Long day at work." I respond, taking another drink.
"You wanna maybe take some edge off?" She reaches over and holds my hand.

I quickly shudder her off,
"No. I have a girlfriend now." I say, keeping my eyes forward. Even now, even though I've messed everything up - I'd rather be alone for the rest of my life than be with anyone other than Y/N.

"I don't see her anywhere." She says in response. "Come on, Natasha, I know you want too."
The last time we were together, I moaned the wrong name, I moaned Y/N's name... why would she even want to hook up with me after that? She must be desperate. Either way, not a chance.

I watch as the bartender glances over at us both, grabs a rag and walks over.
"Natasha, Harley's not here yet?" He asks with a smile on his face.
"She's on her way, her meeting ran over." I smile back at him. Bridgette stands up,
"Wow, so you finally got tied down. Let's hope you don't moan my name in bed with her." She teases as she walks away.

"Thank you." I look at the bartender, he smiles and wipes down the bar with a cloth.
"Can I get you another drink?" He asks, I nod and he grabs me another bottle of beer. I slide him my empty bottle and open the fresh one.
"So... rough day at work, then? You wanna talk about it?"
"Honestly, I don't know. The only person I want to talk about it to is her, but that's the problem." I explain.
"Breakup?"
"Sort of. Maybe. I don't know about that either." I down about half of the bottle.
"I've got to serve some other folk, but you need me, just call. My name's Hyde." He says and walks to a different spot of the bar.

Funny that he used the name Harley, now all I can hear is Y/N saying 'Oh, come on, puddin! Don't you want to rev up your Harley?' In her best Harley Quinn impression, and then also:
'because one taste of you and I'm in love... the best kind of poison.' when telling me why I'm Poison Ivy.

God, she was right, I am poison. She was just wrong about what kind.

Y/N's POV

We sit at my kitchen table, Bryce and I. Amy and Brad also came over, as much as I don't want to see any of them. I'm too sad to be angry at them right now... that doesn't mean I forgive them though. I just can't deal with that right now.

We're eating pizza that I can only assume Bryce stole from his work.
"So you guys both knew about this?" Bryce asks Amy and Brad, they both nod.
"Yeah, but Amy knew before me." Brad responds, pointing to Amy.
"That's because I walked in on-"

I cover my ears and place my head against the table, I don't want to hear this. Amy reaches over and holds my hand,
"Sorry." She says as I uncover my ears. Every few seconds, my phone vibrates - I put it on silent, but with how popular I am today, it seems as though it might vibrate itself off the face of the planet.

The door opens and my mom walks in,
"You never texted me with a time..." she says.
"Right." I sigh, "A lot happened." She walks in and hugs me, pulling me in with the familiar scent of her perfume. I've missed her more than I realised.

"Hey, Miss Y/L/N." Brad says, waving, "You want some pizza?" She has a quick glance over at the pizza,
"No, thank you." She then pulls me to the side, "What happened?"
"Yeah... yeah..." I look over to my friends, I can't actually describe what happened. I can't tell my mom that my girlfriend was also my Professor. Is she even still my Professor, did she get fired?
"Talk to me, Y/N. What happened?" She asked,
"I honestly don't know. It all happened so fast."

It's been a full week,
I've barely moved from the couch since. School is a distant memory and the only food I've ate is horrible cold takeaway. I see now that having friends over was the opposite of what I needed. I'd rather just lie here, alone.

I hear the door open, it was locked? I turn to look. It's Henry, the building owner. That makes sense, he has the keys to every apartment.
"I brought you your mail, kid." He says, "and do you have your rent?" He asks, spotting me on the couch.
"Kitchen counter." I say, my head sinking back into the pillow. He walks to the kitchen counter and picks up the envelope with the rent money in it. He puts my mail down on the counter in place of it.

"What's going on, kiddo? Your friends have been here every day and you've never let them in."
"The only person I want you to let in is a sexy red-head who looks like she could kill you." I slowly sit up.
"Sexy, murderous red-head, got it." He smiles softly.
"Not that she'll ever show up, but you know." I groan, he nods and walks out, locking the door behind him. "Thank you, Henry." I mutter to myself.

Romanoff's POV

I can't bring myself to actually drop her stuff off.
I don't want her to go. I miss waking up beside her. I want to see her but I don't know what to say.
I'm standing in the lobby of her apartment when an older looking man, grey hair and a matching goatee walks down the stairs.
"Well, would you look at that." He says with a smile,
"Who are you here to see?"
"Uh, Y/N?" I utter, tapping my notebook nervously on my hand, I recognise him from the front desk last time I was here.
"I'll take you up to see her, come on."
"Thank you." I say, following him while he walks back up the stairs.

He unlocks Y/N's apartment door and walks in,
"I'm here to deliver a sexy, red-head that looks like she could kill you?" He says. Is that how she described me?
Y/N bursts up from the couch, she looks as if she's been crying since I last saw her. She's exhausted, worn out and upset.
"What?" She says, locking eyes with me.
"I'll leave you both to talk." The man walks away.

"Hey." I say quietly,
"Hey." She responds.