Do You Love Me?

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Natasha woke up the next morning, reaching her hand out to my side of the bed to look for me. When she realised my lack of presence in the bed she sat up.

"Y/N?" She called out.

She pulled some of my trousers on, from my wardrobe, and walked downstairs.

She entered the kitchen to find me sat with Wanda Maximoff and the others.

"I don't believe I've met you." Wanda said to me.

I was downstairs eating when Tony walked in informing me that some of the Avengers who I had never met would be arriving soon.

That's how I ended up here, talking to the light-haired beauty in front of me.

"I'm Y/N. I'm new here." I told her.

She looked me up and down, biting her lip through a smile.

I looked over to see who had entered the room, Natasha was burning with jealousy.

"Y/N, can I borrow you?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"Sure, Wanda I'll see you later." I told her as I walked over to Natasha.

"Where did you go?" She asked me, not making eye contact.

"I didn't want to disturb you so I slept in a different room." I told her dishonestly.

"Was it Wanda's room by any chance?" She asked rhetorically, rolling her eyes.

"Jealous beautiful?" I teased.

"No but you sure do get around, sleeping I mean. Unless of course you did something else?" She fired back.

"What the fuck Natasha? I just got here and you already think you have some sort of hold on me. Oh and for your information, no I did not sleep in Wanda's room and no we did not have sex. I just met the girl for christ's sake, unlike some people, sex is not the only thing on my mind." I replied.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, taken aback by what I insinuated.

"Oh come on, don't act like you and Steve haven't ever got it on. But let me not fail to mention the fact that you were planning to seduce me to get information, remember?" I answered.

"First of all, no. Me and Steve are simply platonic." She claimed to which I scoffed.

"I see the way he looks at you." I said.

"Yeah, they way he looks at me. Not the way I look at him." She replied.

I looked away from her and shook my head.

"What?" She asked.

"To think I actually started to like you." I said before walking off.

I did start to like her. Not love her. But I could see her growing on me.

I sat at my desk, my head rested on the palm of my hand. I wasn't cut out for this life. If this is what platonic relationships felt like, I can't even imagine what romantic relationships would feel like.

Conflict isn't my thing. It's kind of humorous considering my job. A killer. Still, it doesn't always feel great.

Maybe I'm weak. Weak because I do feel guilty at times. Weaker than most people, that's for sure. I'm physically strong, as in, muscle wise. However, whenever I have a problem I make it somebody else's.

I was waiting for Natasha to enter my room, like usual. But it had been a long time since we argued and I went upstairs. I might have pushed it too far.