Back To Me || Book 2 [N. Romanoff × Fem Reader]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏

YOUR POV

"...or we could just go in and grab her," I trailed off, speaking out my thoughts easily as she looked at me with her eyebrows raised, clearly she doesn't agree.

"Your irrational thinking is over the roof," She mused, swifting her gaze back to the laptop that was placed inbetween us while we both sat on opposite sides of a coffee table.

"My irrational thinking saves lives," I retorted, sounding confident about my answer. Once again she looked back up at me.

"The last time you used your irrational thinking, it nearly got you killed -- oh wait -- it did kill you on or atleast you made me think you did," The sarcasm in her voice was evident as her jaw cleanched tightly, but I knew behind those words were pain lying there bottled up.

Releasing a heavy sigh, I sat back on the booth as I teared off my eyes from her. It wasn't that I didn't want her to bring that up, it's just that, it's not only her that's hurting whenever things heat up, and I know that it was my fault which I don't regret, but the fact that she keeps throwing it back at me sucks.

Grabbing two pills from the orange cup that was inside my pocket, I quickly swallowed it without having the need to drink a water even though it was placed on the table.

"Can you stop taking those drugs," Natasha stated quietly to herself which was enough to bring my eyes back at her.

"If I would, will you be able to hold me back?" I questioned seriously. Looking back at me she just stared, not even bothering to open her mouth.
"I don't think so," I answered for her along with a shrug, completely embarrassing her.

She sighed, "I just don't want you to get involve in any bad sutuation."

Narrowing my eyes, I asked, "Is this what you think it is?" And she shrugged — a knowing shrug.

I scoffed at her own reaction along with a humorless chuckle. I was so ready to snap at her out in public but I chose not to, so instead of replying roughly, I took some time to calm my nerves.

"It's not what it is," I assure in a whispery manner. Her eyes darted to mine searching for a lie, but I shook my head as an answer. "It's for my nerves, dad insisted that I should start taking it back when we were separated. Plus, it was also exhausting to be a mother sometimes," I explained the whole truth and nothing but the truth!

"Oh," She mumbled, "I'm sorry I was so direct about it--"

"No, no, it's fine. I should be the one saying sorry, I should've told you something so important like this to you. I'm sorry," I cut off sincerely. "I'm also sorry that I tried hiding that from you — well not really hiding it since you've seen me multiple times taking meds, which made me think that you knew--"

"Hey," She softly interrupted, grabbing my attention from my rambling, "It's okay, I understand," Effectively, I released a breath that I was holding.

"Okay," I mumbled under my breath, leaning back on the booth again, but this time I didn't look away from her and so did she, until her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes swifted from the window pane.

She was thinking and I couldn't dare utter a word to ask why, with that being said, she closed the laptop, grabbed my hand and pulled me behind her.

"We have to move fast," She stated as she pulled me next to her, wrapping her arm on my waist which created goosebumps all over my body.

"Do you have your weapon with you?" I mumbled as we slowly walk our way towards the car.

"You know I don't go anywhere without them," She mumbles back.

I was about to reply but the gunshots started to cut in and the people around us started to panic, running away like their life defended on it.

"I think we should run too," I blurt out and I was so quick to move that she didn't even have a chance to reply.

"Atleast pull my hand as a signal," She complained, half-yelling and scurrying after me..

"There's no time for that!" I yelled back.

"Irrational thinking!" She retorted, sounding almost pissed off, but still she managed to outrun me and reached the car first.

The gunshots, yelling, car going off, window shattering, all that noise became a background sound the moment I hopped in the car with Natasha ready to go.

I took a deep breath in before taking two pills, swallowing them quickly as Natasha drives our way out.

"I don't think they're after us," I finally stated, after my nerves calmed down. "Like they're not even behind us..." I trailed off as she eyed me.

"Looks can be decieving," She simply retorted.

I frowned. "That doesn't even connect to anything that I said," I commented, gaining an eyeroll from her.

"What makes you think they're not after us?" She diverted the subject.

"I don't know, but that shit scared the life out of me," I admitted, glancing at her.

"Why? You've got me," She mused back.

"You can't protect everyone, Nat," I retorted.

"Neither can you. You can't save everyone," She replied.

I scoffed. "I'm not trying to save everyone."

"What then?" She added.

Understanding the whole conversation, I felt the need to say something, so...
"I'm just trying to save you and Taliya — fix the mess that I made," I stated, voice getting whispery at the second phrase.

"A mess that you made, huh?" She repeats and I nodded. "Then we'll fix it together."

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