Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Y/N's POV

She's stood before me in a simple outfit. Black jeans and a zipped up leather jacket, her hairs neatly braided and she's wearing some combat boots.
"You look good." I say softly,
"I don't feel good." She responds, "Could I come in?"
I nod and watch as she closes the door behind her.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." She says, "There's no logical reason for what I did. I was mad at myself for getting caught and I overreacted. I didn't even realise what I was doing...I don't want to end this." She looks down, she's fidgeting with a small notebook.
"I thought you should see this." She holds to notebook out to me.

I open it up to a random page,
'Today in class, she said to me "I've been asked out twice in the last two days." so I said that she must be popular, then she did this adorable laugh and said
"With the wrong crowd, I'm afraid."
I wish I could tell her how I feel. When she left the class, she said "See you tomorrow, Professor." not even Professor Romanoff and I think that broke me a little.'
It has a date at the bottom of the page, what is this?

I flip to another page, much further along.
'She took me to The Royal Hideout. I gave her the key, thankfully, she loved it. She took me to the beach and we danced together. We got these amazing pictures. it's a night I never want to forget. She even sang to me. She carried me on her back because my feet hurt, which was great, and she told me that she loves me more than I know. I had an idea, she did say that I'd look good in leather so I'm going to go buy a new catsuit now. I just wanna make her happy.'
It's got a date scribbled at the bottom, along with a smiley face.

I flip to a page near the end of the notebook. The page is messed up, as if it's gotten wet.
'I can't believe what I did. Stark knows and he told me that I either have to end things with her or lose my job. I don't want to lose either, but then I snapped at Y/N and told her to go home. I've ruined everything. I even kissed her in front of everyone. In the moment, I just wanted something memorable before I lost my job but now I realise how much it's going to mess with her life. I've messed everything up for me and for her.'

"Natasha..." I say, "What is this?"
"It's a diary of us, every time you said something I didn't want to forget, I wrote it down." She explains, keeping her eyes on the floor.
"There's entire pages of me gushing about how good you look in outfits or talking about how funny something you said was."
"Why?" I ask, "Why are you showing me this?"
"It's the only way I can think of to tell you how I really feel about you."

"I- this is amazing, Natasha." I hand her the notebook back, I don't know what to do now. Do I kiss her? Do I ask her to leave?

Wait, but I don't want her to leave.
I don't want her to ever leave.

"You haven't been in school since... you know." She says.
"I could barely bring myself to move...You didn't lose your job?" I ask, she shakes her head.
"Stark asked Wanda what happened, she told him it was over between us and he let me keep my job."

We're talking at least but it's awkward. Long pauses, barely any eye contact and we're standing at a distance that could only be described as uncomfortable for the situation.

"Was it her? Was it Maximoff that told him?"
"I don't know. I thought it was, but now I'm honestly not sure. She told me that Stark was checking the cameras to see why my class average was slipping... but I don't know if I believe that."

She takes a deep breath and we both fall silent for a while again, though this time, our eyes are locked on each other.

"I know that I broke your trust." She says, "And I know that I made a mess of everything, but if I was given the chance to go back in time to before we kissed, I'd do it all again. The time I spent with you has been the best time of my life and I don't know what to do without you. I just-"
She starts rambling on, tears forming in her eyes. She's spiralling, trying to figure out what to say.

I walk forward and hold her waist. I pull her close to me and press my lips against hers. I missed her so much. Her touch feels even better than I remember. Her hands run up my arms, moving to my face and holding me as she leans into the kiss.

"You forgive me?" She asks as she finally pulls away.
"No, I kissed you because I hate you." I say sarcastically, she gently pushes me back.
She then hugs me tightly and whispers,
"I'm so sorry, Y/N."
"I forgive you, Natasha. It's okay. Can we please just go home?"
She nods, I pick up my phone and finally look at the flurry of unread notifications as we walk together out of my apartment.

Messages from people I've never even met, some congratulating me, some calling me names like whore, slut and the likes.

We get into the car and Natasha starts driving.
"You can't stay out of school forever." Natasha says faintly, "You've only got like 4 months left, you're so close to the end."
"I don't know if I can, Natasha. Have you heard what these people think?"
"I have, the last week at work has been anything but productive. Students will take any chance they can to ask or tease me about it."

We get back home, finally. The warm light sends back so many memories. The constant flirting, the amazing hugs - the being walked in on - all of it, suddenly in my head.
Natasha sits on the couch and I just lay next to her, head on her lap and hugging into her.
"You have no idea how much I've missed you." She gently strokes my hair.
"I missed you more." I says,
"Liar." She gives me a gentle smile. I roll over so that I'm facing her, she leans down and plants a soft kiss on my lips.

"Come to university tomorrow, I'll be there, I won't let anything bad happen to you."
"Except... don't you need to act like we've broken up?" I ask.
"Yes, I know. But we can do this." She smiles. "Unless you aren't ready?"
"I don't know. I'm gonna get expelled if I'm out too long." I sigh.

"We'll figure it out, Angel."