An Unstable City *On Hold*

Tension

A/N Alright I caused a tad bit of confusion in the last chapter. When I said I wanted to think of a name I meant a name to call my readers (you guys) as a collective. Idk instead of just "fans" or "followers". Not to replace Y/N, I feel like that's a good name to stick with and it seems like you all agree. I don't know, though it might be cool for our gang to have a nice name! 

Y/N POV 

When Nat and I walked into the apartment she tossed her bag onto the counter before walking into her room. And that walk had a purpose like she needed to be alone. So I decided to leave her be. It was better this way. The separation should help my idiot thoughts from spiraling. 

I took a quick shower and changed into comfier clothes. But I took a moment to stare at myself in the mirror. I look exactly the same as a few days ago. But so much has changed. I think back to what Sam was saying about living on the run with Nat. Did I want that? Kind of. But I also loved stability. I couldn't get that if I was dodging the law. I could just turn in my badge and serve my time, either way, I lose the job I've learned to adore. I lose the family I have made. But I could regain my real family. Make a new one with Natasha... Oh god, what was that? Those thoughts shouldn't be here. 

When I push myself off the sink and back into the main living area I hear the thumping sound coming from Nat's room again. And for some reason, I make the rash choice of going to have a look again. But this time when I push the door open I don't hover outside. I walk in and slowly walk into her sightline. 

"Y/N?" She asks as she pulls an earbud out of her ear. She's changed into shorts and a sports bra as she seemingly takes her anger out on the punching bag. 

"Hey." I smile at her and she raises an eyebrow. 

"Can I do something for you?" She steadies the bag with one hand and I shake my head. 

"Need help?" I ask and she makes a confused face, it's honestly adorable. 

"Not really...?" She says but it sounds like a question. 

"Good." I clap my hands together before grabbing onto the bag and holding it still. "Pretend I'm not here." 

She studies my face for a moment before slowly placing the earbud back into her ear. Soon her fists make contact with the bag and I struggle to keep it steady, letting each of her impacts rush through my body. I watch the small beads of sweat drip down her forehead and the way her intense gaze focuses on the center of the bag. A few times they shift to look at me and I make brief eye contact with the beautiful emerald eyes that belong to the woman I'm falling for. 

When she slowly stops her punching I watch her start to unwrap her left hand. I walk over and take her right hand in between mine and she stiffens, looking up at me. I flash her a smile as I start to unwrap the bandage as her eyes fall back to what she's doing. Once we are both done her hand remains in between mine and our gaze connects. She's clenching her jaw before she starts looking anywhere besides me. 

I don't know what overcomes me when I slide my hand up her arm to rest on her shoulder. Her eyes jolt back to mine as both of our breathing hitches. "Stop." She says and I freeze, damn it what am I doing? "You don't want this." 

"What if I do?" I ask, and both of our voices are hushed. 

"Then you're more of an idiot than I thought you were." She grips my hand tighter and I shake my head slowly. 

"I'm willing to be an idiot," I answer and she takes a deep breath. 

"You don't know what you're asking for." She tries again.

"I'm well aware. I've thought this through very well." I move my hand from her shoulder to rest on the side of her neck. 

"You don't know what you do to me, Y/N." She says under her breath.