Natasha Romanoff One-shots (Natasha x Female Reader)

A permanent reminder...

Y/n pov:

"What is-" I say, looking at Natasha, who has a gun pointed at me. 

"Shut up," she says walking closer. "You traitor..." 

"What are you talking about-" 

"Stop talking," she demands, stepping even closer. 

"Natasha-" 

"You liar," she snaps at me, "I trusted you with my life and you were hydra this whole time?" even though her emotionless facade I can see the sadness and look of betrayal in her eyes. She truly believed I was H.Y.D.R.A....

"Who told you that?" I exclaim confusion and panic racing through my veins, my voice filled with urgency. 

"Him," she points at the portrait on the floor with a slash in its canvas. 

"You believe him over me?" I yell in shock. 

"Y/N you've always been a terrible liar, and I'm really not surprised, considering the things you've done," 

I start to protest, stepping closer to her. "Natasha you have to lis..." 

Nothing comes out of my mouth as my eyes widen, stunned. My hands move to my stomach, dripping with blood. I look down, my shirt is drenched and I stumble forwards. She shoots me again. I drop to my knees and back up until my back is against the wall. Even from here, I can see her fighting the tears. She strides over, standing over me. 

"I-," 

She looks away. I kick weakly at her feet and she forces her gaze back to me. I reach out in hope that she'd take my hand, no matter how unlikely. To my surprise, she reluctantly takes it and drops to her knees in front of me. 

"It had to be done y/n,"

"I'll let you-you believe that so-so you don't hav-have to li-live with the guilt," I choke out, the blood traveling up my throat. She looks at me. I think she's finally processed what she's done because the emtionless look leaves her face and she rips open the blood-drenched fabric on my thigh. She face drops and she snaps her head up at my extremely pale face. The panic on her face sets in and she drops to the floor. Hydra brands on your left thigh you as soon as you step foot in the facility. A permanent non-removable serial number and tracker. No one in the history of hydra has ever been exempt. They even find a way for amputees. 

"no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, fuck. What did i just do, " she scrambles up, ripping off her jacket and pressing it to my stomach. 

"s-stop," I say, barely audible. There's nothing she can do, I'm going to die. Nevertheless, she ignores me. 

"N-natasha..." I mutter weakly, my hand tapping at hers. She continues to ignore me. 

"Natasha... it's too late, there's nothing you can do," I whisper barely able to keep breathing. 

"NO!" she screams.

Natasha pov: 

My scream echoed through the dark basement. I look back at her, her face blood-deprieved. I didn't know what I was doing. The anger of her beytral clouded me. Still, that was not an excuse. Had I not loved her enough to give her the benefit of the doubt? Had I not been trained enough to think the whole thing through? I look at her, the blood leaving my body. 

"Y/n..." I whisper, tears streaming down my face, 

"It's okay..." she mutters her eyes threatening to close. 

"It's not okay, y/n, I'm so sorry. God, I wished I'd listened. And-and, I love you. I love you so much and I know this does nothing to prove it, hell it probably does the opposite but...I truly, with all my heart, love you..." I whisper, my hand grasping onto hers. Holding onto every last moment I'd have with her. I will live with this guilt and pain to the grave and I wouldn't wish it away, because now it's a constant reminder. A permanent reminder of my biggest mistake. A permanent reminder of the day I lost myself. A heartbreaking reminder of her.