Winterwidow One Shots

Winter Follows Autumn

There it was written in bold italics. 'My Dearest Natalia,
My little Ballerina, don't fear that you are lost. For you are the autumn and I the winter. The winter that always follows autumn.
Yours sincerely,
James'
Natasha sat with her legs crossed on her bed, tears creeping down her face. How have they come so close, yet so far? She held that letter closer than anything. Cherished a materialistic item that she was taught was a distraction. Yet hear she was distracted by her emotions. She loved and longed for him. Day and Night. But Hydra got to him and the love they had was lost. She joined hydra in a hope to find him and was met with hostility and control.
Fast forward to the present day was a lucid nightmare.
Seeing him in the compound alive and well was a double edged sword. An action that felt as if salt was grazing a wound. She spoke to him everyday as if they had only known each other for a few years. That was the worst part for they had known each other for decades. He taught her in the redroom and she caught him in her web.
He had become the winter that forgot about autumn.