The Heiress and The Queen [Avengers Medieval Period]

𝖙 𝖗 𝖎 𝖊 𝖓 𝖙 𝖆 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖊 𝖙 𝖊

And so, a battle happened, you had no idea how it started as all of a sudden everyone was holding a sword and Yelena was pulling you away from the fight, it's as if it was planned very well while your world was slowly turning, but during those times your eyes was only fixated to one, Natalia, how she weild the sword in her hands and faught every mythical royal guard of Erilea, she was out of her mind thinking that she can fight them all.

“Yelena.” You pulled your arms out of her grasps. “Stop pulling me away!” You yelled at her.

“No can do.” She grabs you again and you keep pulling it. “It's your father's orders!” She yelled.

“I don't care what my father says!” You yelled back.

In your peripheral view you could see that Natalia was being out numbered and everyone was too busy fighting for their own life.

You frantically looked at Yelena in the eye and she stopped pulling you and dropped your arm. “Natalia needs your help,” you whispered and she easily responded and went straight to where her sister was.

The glow from your eyes stopped when someone pulled you by your shoulders, and you immediately put your hands up together in a fighting stance.

“Oh no, darling, you don't need to do that.” She grabs your arm and oulls you by herself. “You didn't tell me you had a surprise,” she continued but your attention was on the commotion as you worry for the well being of Natasha. “It wasn't welcoming but it will do,” she added, as purple wisps surrounds the place and it was slowly consuming everyone.

She dropped her hold of your arm as she focused on her enchantment, eyes glowing as she did. You slowly departed from her without looking away just to make sure she's not coming at you. When you reached the spot where Natalia was standing, a trail of crimson red was on the ground and without even thinking twice you followed it. There was thousand of thoughts coming in your brain, overthinking the slightest bit of scenarios and random what if's to what had happened to her, but you can not afford to think of negative thoughts as it only makes the situation harder.

Three minutes later, the sky was purple, the guards stopped moving as they all looked at Agatha, dropping their weapons as they did.

“Y/N!” Someone yelled your name but you were too occupied by walking with your head hang long even though the trail of blood stopped a minute ago. Your head and vision was clouded and nothing makes sense anymore.

“We have to stop her,” Strange almost yelled at Ancient One.

“Someone will but not you, Stephen. Y/N must kill Harkness in order to stop her,” she response and it was enough for him to know that nothing more can go wrong.

* * *

You woke up with a unbearable headache, and for the first time in a very long time, your mother was laid next to you, carefully looking at you.

“What happened?” You croaked out, eyes fading in and out.

“Don't worry about that for now, you're safe,” she whispered as she kissed the top of your head.

“And Natasha?” You questioned but she didn't answer your question, of course she knows what happened to her and she refused to tell you. “Mother? What about Natasha?” You repeated, as you forced yourself to sit up and look at her.

She mirrored your action but she still didn't say anything, until there was a knock on the door.
“Your majesty, they need you,” Mary informed only for your mother but you followed them out anyway.

On your way there, both Mary and your mother refused to say anything and avoided your eyes as much as possible. The way they were acting made your heart pump a million beats in a second, you felt as if it's going to burst out of your chest.

The big wooden doors opened in front of you and you noticed that it was the doors of your room, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, thoughts coming in and out of your brain as you look around the room...and then your heart stopped.

There she was, Natasha, laid on the bed while slowly bleeding to death, her eyes were barely open and they found yours, making the corners of her lips turn upwards creating a weak smile, but you didn't reciprocate it as you were confused to what was happening.

She offered her hand for you to hold but the only thibg that moved was your eyes as they darted to her bloody hands.

“Your majesty, I think she wants you to hold her,” Mary points out, even though you already knew.

The doctor came in and started asking questions to your mother while he stops the bleeding of Natasha. You were still frozen in time as the knots in your stomach tightens, you felt your eyes burning from the threatening tears as you held them back together.

“Stay with me, your majesty,” the doctor rushed out his words as he does everything that he can do.

Natasha's eyes was fixated on you, waiting for you to make a move but instead of comforting her and holding her hand...you left.

You couldn't stay in that room even if your mother tried to stop you and resoned, but nothing can change your mind, if Natasha was dying you won't be there to witness it, you didn't want that to be your last memory of her.

Her voice then echoed in your ears and a certain memory comes to mind.

"Did the scientist got interested to towels?" A voice came behind you and your body stiffens, mind going blank as you didn't expect her to be here. "And now she doesn't talk." Her voice was full of sarcasm which made you smile but she didn't saw that.

You walled your way out of the hallway, looking for a place that makes your head stop spinning and just stop thinking, that for a moment it would make you feel that you're still alive.

You took in a deep breath. "I fell on the stairs." You easily lied, and it convinced her as you heard her giggle. "I did and now I'm bleeding." You lied once more, turning to look at her, and as soon as her eyes landed on you her smile fades, now forming a small frown.

You started running down hundreads of stairs and you weren't thinking how fast your legs are working, every inch of you was aching, it wanted something to hurt, something to kill.

And then, you tripped.

It all went so fast that you lost balanced, you blinked once maybe twice before your head hit the concrete stairs, you let out a wince and the next thing you knew you were rolling down the stairs, head spinning, fading in and out of life.

"You fell down the stairs and you hit your head?" She questioned, heart beating through her chest.

When your body forcibly hit something hard, you would gain a few bruises or maybe many, and most of the time you'd end up having a few broken bones, specifically the ribs, which leads to pain, loss of function and sometimes death.

You shrugged. "Is it that bad?" You questioned, afraid what she'll say next.

Your body stopped moving as you were now all the way down to the floor, you let your self stay still without moving any muscles.

Natalia slightly smiled, as she sat next to you and faced you closely this time. "No, I don't think so, atleast it's not your artery or else you would die."

And then, someone touched you, you looked up to see who it was.

“You told me that you'll see me there but you didn't come at all,” she stated, eyes boring in to you and then it clicked.

Jules.