Marvel Women Oneshots

Stupid, Cupid (3)

Y/N's POV

"Hey, Friday!" I shout in greeting, swaying around to my break up playlist, as I sip on my vodka cranberry.

"Yes, Miss Y/L/N?" The AI replies

"No, no, no... Just call me Y/N." I hiccup
"Why do people cheat?" I follow up defeatedly

"You know, Miss Y/N, I don't have the ability to quite understand the complexities of human emotions. What I have found out is, most times it's the cheater's insecurities that leads them to cheat, and it's hardly ever on the party being cheated on. Another thing I do know is that whoever cheated on you was quite unintelligent, as you are quite the catch." Friday responds, in a much warmer tone that Tony's had built into the AI's system.

"Thank you." I giggle out, then within a matter of seconds the giggles fade into light sobs.

"Are you okay? Should I call Miss Maximoff?" The AI asks, an urgency present in her question.

"No... It's okay, I'm fine." I quickly shut her down, pouring my final sip down the drain, and doing my best to pull myself together.

I grab a box of chocolates I had purchased for Serena, and traipse into the common room and throw my body onto the couch.

"Friday, please blast my playlist." I request of her, popping a caramel filled chocolate into my mouth, and closing my eyes.

Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo comes on, causing me to jump to my feet, and sing with all the rage within me as I remix it slightly.

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"Ain't it funny, how you said you were friends?
Now it sure as hell don't look like it!
You betrayed me, and I know that you'll never feel sorry; for the way I hurt, yeah...
You'd talk to HIM, when we were together...
Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter
It took you two weeks, to go off and date HIM
Guess you DID cheat, oh, and yeah, you're a fucking traitor!"
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I scream the last line incredibly loud, as tears cascade down my cheeks, and my knees become weak as I fall to the ground.

So much for not crying today...

I find I don't end up hitting the carpet as anticipated, feeling as if I'm levitating—I know damn well that I didn't drink that much.

I open my eyes as I feel two gentle, yet calloused hands cupping my cheeks. My eyes meet with the most beautiful green eyes I'd ever seen. Concern being the most prominent of emotions swimming through them.

"Oh, nasha milaya devochka... It's going to be okay, come here." Natasha whispers, gently pulling my body into hers, as Wanda's magic fades away from holding me up.
(Our sweet girl)

Natasha pulls my head into her chest as she settles us in the recliner, humming along to a lullaby, as she's rubbing my back to soothe me. As soon as I've calmed down, I find myself filled with panic once more.

"Di-id Friday call you?? I specifically told her not to... I'm so sorry, I just wanted you guys to have a good Valentine's day... I-I'm so sorry..." I jump up in a panic at the realization that I most likely ruined their meal, as I begin to stutter out an apology.