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

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒

YOUR POV

Watching her approach the grave of her father was even harder than I thought, and I never even think of a day that this will happen, that I will be the one witnessing Natasha Romanoff's grief to her dead father that never once loved her back. And it sucks to know that deep down I have hurt and lied to her a million times over to be even deserve to stand next to her right now.

Looking down at the headstone, I imagined the worst case scenario in my mind and it felt suffocating as the image only grew much bigger. So without any hesitations, I picked up a shovel from the trunk of the car.

Natasha looked at me with an arched eyebrow.
"I'm not being disrespectful but I really need to do this," I explained, hoping she'd understand.

"Are you asking for my permission?" She squiented her eyes on me.

"Do I need one?" I asked back and she scoffed in amusement.

Grabbing the shovel from my hands, she started digging the grave of her very own father.

"Are you gonna tell me why I'm digging my father's grave right now?" She asked.

"You should focus on what you're doing and FYI you're the one digging so don't ask me," I retorted and I gained a slight smirk fron her.

"Maybe try with a little symphaty next time?" She stated, looking up at me.

Wincing at what she said, I take in another two tablets of my meds. "Sorry, it's my nerves," I shrugged.

She simply smiled at me and I mirrored it.

"How did you know this place?" She asked, keeping th converstions going as if she was afraid of silence.

"It's complicated and you won't like it, but I kept contact with your father until he died and your brother and I arranged his funeral," I answered, nd once again she looked back at me with interest.

"You spent time with my brother?" She reeated and I nodded. "How did you even know how to find him?"

"I didn't, he found me," Like a connect the dots, her face suddenly hardened and looked away from me.
"I had reasons why I couldn't tell you—" I tried explaining but she brushed it off with a shake of her head.

"No, I understand, you have to protect me, it's what I would've done if I was in your postion," She cuts off, sarcasm evident in her tone and I groaned, possibly tired of all this arguments.

"You know what, I'm just gonna shut up every time you ask me a question," I stated, annoyance in mu voice.

"Fine, I'll just find answers myself then," She scoffed with a humorless laugh, forcefully shoving the shovel on the ground, causing a metal clang.

Quickly, I made my way next to her, crouching down to pick up whatever it was, as she hovered on top of me.
I yellep as I pulled it with all my strength. It was a small vault.

"We need a code," Natasha points out, making me humm in response, but I knew she needed a verbal answer.

Sharing a look with her, I replied, "It's your birthday."

"What?" She wasn't asking, she was processing.

"The code is your birthday, your father insisted since you were out of the picture and no one really knew that you're the daughter of Ivan Romanov," I stated, while punching in the code.

"You know too much," She mumbled under her breath but I heard it.

I smiled geniunely, "Well, you have no one that knows you the way that I do, and for your entire life you've been protecting people and saving their lives. Now you have me to do the same things that you do for people, only this time I don't think you like being protected by me." At this point my mouth was moving faster then my brain and I don't think that I realized what I just said, but it was the truth, she needs someone behind her back and I became that person the minute I killed her father.

Pulling out a stacked book, I passed it to Natasha yet she didn't take a second to look at it, instead, she leans in and pulled me into a kiss — a sincere kiss.
And this time I knew it wasn't improvised, this time it wasn't forced, this time it wasn't a decision I made, it was hers, and finally this time I gave in. Her hands roamed its way down to my jaw gently and the other one found its way to my waist. Mine however was misplaced, it's as though I didn't know what I was doing, but my lips knew exactly what it was.

Then, we both paused, place her forehead on mine and the sense of familiarity was like stepping into my childhood bedroom, I was yet again safe. She spoke no words, just smiled. My heart is about to breakout from my chest but I closed my eyes and take a breath out.

She tucked a hair behind my ear and whispered, "I can't say it's the worst kiss I've had," She teased.

I chuckled to myself, pulling back a little to look at her. "I can't say it's the best either," I retorted which made her arch an eyebrow with a smile.

Grabbing the book from where she carelessly dropped it, I dust it off, blowing it infront of her face which made her sneeze and stepped away from me.

"This carries the most valuable informations about your brother yet you had little to no care at all just to kiss me," I stated sternly, looking like I was her mother lecturing her about sonething she had done very bad.

She looks at me, half-offended, "Kissing you was important."

"Oh, really?"

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on, it was just five seconds, it didn't even lose a page, did it?" The slight sarcasm was partially doing its' thing to me.

"Okay," Was all I can muster as I turned around and back to the car.

"Are you always gonna walk away from me?" She half-yelled still standing above her father's  grave.

"There will come a time that you'll walk away from me too."

The authenticity of my voice when the words left my mouth, for sure made Natasha scoff. Even though my back was on her I already knew what she was about to say, and I told her that she shouldn't say it but she's stubborn  .

"I'm not you, I won't walk away," She insisted.

I sighed, hoping that our bond or whatever between us can hold for whatever is coming.

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