Do You Love Me?

Who are you

When I teleported back home, to my flat, all I could think about was the unusual situation that happened between me and Romanoff.

I thoroughly and desperately searched through old bewitchment books. Page after page. Spell after spell. I couldn't find anything.

I had one more book left. A large, hard-back, grey book. The pages were black in the corners and the writing looked ancient. Like it wasn't from this time. My finger traced along the words, searching for a solution.

Branded By Love

That title. It was the only one that stood out. That satisfied my optimism.

If ever in contact with a soulmate, one will be branded.

That's what it stated. I searched the area in which I felt the sensation and just as the book stated, the letter 'N' almost carved into my skin.

It couldn't be. Natasha Romanoff was not my soulmate. There was no way. I won't accept it. This made me hate her even more than I already did, she was branded onto my body.

My body.

After calming myself down I headed to the bathroom where I took my jacket and t shirt off. Leaving me in just my trousers and black bra.

I stared at myself. Bruises littered all over my face, arms and ribs. Dry blood left where it oozed out of my cuts. I took a needle and held it over a flame before beginning to stitch the wounds back up.

After doing so I changed back into my tank top and sweats and got into bed early. As I fell on the sheets, sharp pains ran up my body. I tensed before accepting the pain and relaxing.

Before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep. Gathering up enough energy for the next day.

Time skip

It was still night time. I'd say around 2am. A noise replicating a lock breaking woke me up. I swiftly rose out of bed, collecting my pocket knife from under my pillow.

I bent my knees a little and started to scuttle forward towards my living room. My hand holding the dagger raised up as if I was about to stab and the other held in front of me as to shield myself from anyone who might jump me.

I switched on a light and from the corner of my eye saw a knife flying towards me which I caught just inches from my temple.

My eyes follows the direction of where it had originated from, my eyes met green ones.

Natasha.

Even thinking about her name now gives me an awful taste in my mouth.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked lowly.

"I want to know what you did to me." She replied, moving closer.

"Stay back." I told her as I moved backwards and held my hand out to keep her away.

She took her gun out of the holster and lifted it. She aimed it at my head with her finger resting on the trigger.

"Oh please, it's not like I've never had a gun pointed at me in my life." I joked clearly unbothered by the very thing that could end my life.

She gave me a look of confusion. Trying to figure out why I would be still at ease even with the knowledge that she could take my life right here and right now.

"Natasha if you're going to do it, would you hurry it up because I really do not have all day."

She lowered her gun and put it back in her holster. I smirked as I watched her.

"Got you." I grinned before I charged her, sweeping her legs to the ground and kicking her gun, which had fallen out, away. I landed atop her, my hands pinned hers down. Our breaths mixed as we looked at each other from eye to eye.

She intertwined our fingers but remained on the floor and underneath me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed.

"Seeing if it burns again." She claimed.

Only now had it come to my knowledge as she mentioned it that there was no burn. I could only be branded once it seemed.

I lifted myself off of her and walked into my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, my head in my hands, she followed not long after pulling up a chair and facing me.

"Who are you?" She whispered.

I looked up at her, her gaze met mine. I reached out my hand, indicating that I wished to shake hers to which she hesitantly allowed.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N Y/L/N." I stated, a large grin on my face as I watched hers drain of any colour.

"T-the Alevler Evi leader?" She asked, her hands did not tremble when she first arrived though seemed to now as she gained the knowledge of who I was.

"So you know me. Now, tell me, why are you snooping, Natasha Romanoff? Poking your nose in a place where it isn't needed? I am finding it quite irritating."

"I-well-" She stuttered.

My body rose, as did hers. I shoved her back against the wall behind her and held my hand around her throat. Her head lifted above my fist desperately trying to reach the air.

"Plea-please. Stop." She begged.

"Tell me what the fuck you're planning or I will end your life right here." I threatened.

"O-ok I will." The redhead got out.

I released my hand from her neck, red marks left over from where my fingers gripped her. Her hand shot up to her throat, rubbing at it trying to ease the pain. I sat back down as gasped for air.

I waited for her to compose herself before speaking.

"Well?" I beckoned.

"Over my dead body." She stated before pepper spraying me and bolting out of my room.

"That can be arranged." I replied rubbing my eyes and blinking before chasing after her.

I was significantly faster than her and tackled her to the ground from behind. She lifted her head and head-butted me in my nose before taking off again. I groaned in pain and clutched her ankle pulling her back down.

She elbowed me in the head as I climbed up her body on the floor, attempting to pin her down. I fell back which gave her a window to escape.

And that she did.

She exited my home the same way she entered.

Fucking women.