Natasha Romanoff One-shots

Her or Me? 🥺

Original oneshot from @yellowvxbes from tumblr

Link to tumblr: https://yellowvxbes.tumblr.com/post/671680332002721792/her-or-me

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in a situation you never would have imagined, and Natasha has to make a choice- will she save you or her sister?

Warnings: Heavy angst, angst without a happy ending, guns, descriptions of torture, descriptions murder, death, major character death, blood, stabbing, broken bones, grief, depression, self-blame, and cursing.

Word Count: 1,844

Natasha never would have thought that she would have to choose between her sister and the love of her life. You supposed she would have laughed and scoffed. This was mainly because of how smoothly her life had been going- she left the Avengers to live out her life with you, and was fitting into a society surprisingly well.
The idea that someone could simply come by and snatch up the two people she cared most for and threaten her with it- well, she couldn't even think about it without tearing up.
Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened. And there was nothing Natasha could do anymore.
Your day started relatively normal. You had woken up a bit late and barely made it to work on time, but you quickly found yourself working through your workday routine. There were meetings here and there, and you worked on responding to emails.
You looked over at the clock and yawned, getting ready to pack up for the day and head home. It was roughly 5:30 PM when you started driving back to your apartment but quickly noticed a van following behind you.
At first glance, it didn't worry you that much. You were an average person, so the idea anyone would have it out for you didn't make much sense.
But when you went around the block to your apartment building and the car still followed you into the parking lot, you got panicky. You stopped the car and locked all the doors before reaching for your phone and dialing Natasha's number.
"Hey, baby what's up?" You heard the redhead ask from the other line.
You took a deep breath, "Someone's following me, Nat. Someone in a van- they're sitting in the parking lot and they haven't come out yet, but I'm scared."
Natasha paused, "Okay, don't panic. Just drive back to the cafe, I'm about a three minute walk from there. We'll meet up. Just drive there- Yelena works there so you should be safe."
"No, there's a man in a dark hoodie walking towards me, I don't-"
The call ended.
You panicked, looking for every weapon you could possibly use when you heard a fist banging on the window. You silently prayed that Natasha would drive over and assume that you were in danger- which you most certainly were.
You screamed when the man ripped your car door completely off and grabbed your neck and arm. You tried to yell for help, but his grip was too tight, and you were quickly losing oxygen.
Your only thoughts were on Natasha- how you missed her. How it wasn't your time to die yet. How you weren't ready.
But then, all you felt was a sharp stinging sensation poked into your neck by a needle, and everything went black.
When you woke up, all you felt was extreme pain. Your arms hung up high by a metal chain, and you quickly noticed blood running down your wrist from how tightly the chains were. You saw a dull light and tried to figure out where you were.
As your eyes adjusted, you concluded that you were in fact in the middle of a warehouse. Deep breathes. Just think, what would Natasha do? You thought to yourself, before checking all your pockets for your phone.
No such luck. All of your personal belongings had been taken away from you.
You attempted once again to scan the room, and gasped in shock at what you saw- Yelena, in the same chains and position as you with a gag in her mouth and desperately fighting the metal that restrained her.
You fought back your urge to scream- you had to help her, and you had to help her now. You lowered your voice and whispered, "Yelena, it's me. It's Y/N. You have to calm down, okay?"
You could see the blonde's eyes widen as she tried to get a good look at you. You noticed her trying to get rid of the gag with her tongue, and eventually, it fell out of her mouth. "They took us. They want to get to Natasha- they want her. They'll kill us if we don't-"
Yelena never got the opportunity to finish her sentence when a tall, brunette woman slapped her across the face and put the gag back in her mouth.
You felt sick just seeing the woman's disgusting, evil smirk at the pain you both were in. "It's nice to finally have you both here. Truly, I am. Now, I know you're both very smart people. And I think the two of you know exactly what I want. Hm?"
You paused but nodded, "I know who you want. You want Natasha- you'll never get her. She's too smart- she'll come with the Avengers and you'll never see the light of day again!" You hissed at her- and your rage only grew when the woman simply chuckled in response.
"That's adorable. But your little girlfriend is already on the way, my dear. When I told her that she had two hours to come here and choose who to save-"
You cut the woman off, "Choose to save? No, don't you want her dead- you want to murder her! You're using us as bait, why would you-"
"Listen! You do not know what happened in my past. I don't wish to see Romanoff die. Now, that would be much too cruel. I want to see her suffer- I want to see the pain in her eyes realizing that she will be the reason one of you won't walk out of here alive. I want her to be tortured by her guilt every day she walks on this planet." The brunette growled at you, and you almost felt nauseous as you saw a sick smile tilt her lips.
Yelena's face dropped, and you could hear the broken sobs racking her chest through the cloth in her mouth. You on the other hand felt painfully numb. A type of numbness feeling you'd never experienced before- it was so strong that you felt you couldn't live with it.
"Three... two... one."
There was a crash and Natasha came rushing in, a gun pointed straight at the woman's head. "Let them go! They have nothing to do with us, Widow. Allow them to leave here safely and I'll replace them."
The woman, or Widow you supposed, just chuckled quietly and shook her head, "No Romanoff. You're not calling the shots here anymore. You don't get to choose- well, actually, maybe you do." Her head tilted before she called out, "Boys! It's ready!"
Natasha tried to rush over to Yelena, but the Widow simply pushed her right back.
You saw two men wearing all black walk into the room, and you felt the cool metal of a gun pressed firmly against your temple and a strong, muscular arm wrapped around your neck. You glanced over at Yelena, who was in the same situation as you.
"You see Romanoff, I'm not here to kill you. I'm only here to kill one of your loves here- which is up to you of course." Widow replied, looking at her nails, seeming completely unbothered by the events that were occurring.
Natasha's face streamed with tears and she said in a broken voice, "You can't expect me to choose. I can't choose between them- I love them both. I can't-" She was cut off but Yelena's scream when the man took a knife and firmly stabbed her thigh.
Natasha was quick to run over but Widow was faster, holding her back, "Now, now your lovely sister will be fine, Romanoff. But I have noticed you care for her, yes? I suppose Y/N can be the one to go then?"
You let out a choke when the arm around your neck tightened, and you felt your airway close. "No, leave them alone! Fucking stop, get off of me you bitch! Stop, stop!" Natasha yelled, thrashing in Widow's arms.
You could see Natasha's eyes go back and forth, watching life slowly drain out of both of you. You had stab wounds in both of your legs, and you were choking while Yelena had both of her wrists broken.
"Stop it! Please goddamnit, stop it! I can't, you have to stop! Kill me instead, please! Don't make me watch them die, just fucking please!" Natasha begged in a hoarse voice, cries of agony ripping through her.
Widow tutted, "Oh you poor thing. Don't you understand? They don't both have to die. You can save one of them- why let them both die? Choose Romanoff. Their time will come soon."
"No, no-" Yelena screamed with a sob when the man stabbed her in her upper right arm- "You leave my sister alone, stop!"
"Nat... please." You begged her, your oxygen slowly running out. You saw the redhead look at you with watery eyes, and looked away, almost too ashamed to see you. "We have everything planned out... we have a future."
"I'm sorry baby." She let out another sob, tears violently running down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry Y/N, I love you so much. I'll love you forever, baby. I'll never forget you."
"NO, PLEASE-"
"Yelena." Natasha whispered quietly to Widow, and she gave a short nod of approval for the man to finally end your suffering
"You can't, Nat, NO-"
The click of the gun went off, and the bullet ran through your skull. Natasha cried out as blood ran down your temples, and your eyes had no emotion in them.
"It's okay, Romanoff. We can't save them all, hm?" Widow said with a sadistic grin before looking towards the man, who still had a grip on Yelena. "It's okay. Let Belova go with her sister."
Yelena was quickly removed from her chains and Natasha wasted no time running over to her and grasping her in her arms.
"They're gone- because of me! I did this, I'm a murderer- I'm a killer-" Yelena shushed her and slowly rocked her.
"No Nat. You're not a killer, far from it. Widow didn't give you a choice, okay? You're a good person, Nat. Y/N understood- they loved you. They would never blame you." Yelena grunted in pain, falling over.
Natasha gasped and helped the blonde stand, "We have to get you to a hospital, come on. Let's go." The redhead promptly scooped up her sister and ran to the nearest door before running into the daylight.
"It's going to be okay, Nat. Y/N loved you. Please, understand that they will always love you." Natasha slowly shook her head, tears forming once again in her eyes,
"I heard their voice, and it wasn't one of forgiveness. They loved me with all their heart and I threw it away- I'll never be able to live without them, Lena. I cannot feel happy anymore."
"That's not true, you don't know-"
"It is. Without them, I'm nothing. Just an empty shell. And for what I've done, it's what I deserve. I deserve this guilt, this suffering. I truly do."