The Prisoner | Natasha x OC

Chapter Twenty-Nine

"We both drowned under the waves of words we weren't saying."
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"Shoo, shoo. Just get out."

Natasha walked into the makeshift recovery room, already giving Natara a tired look which the blonde pretended not to see. She shot the medic a sympathetic one as he scurried out. "He was trying to help."

"He was trying to leave me with a scar."

Natara's eyebrows were drawn into a frown, clearly irritated. She had a suture kit beside her and didn't hesitate before getting to work on her wound.

Nat rolled her eyes. "That's what happens when you get stabbed. You scar."

"Not when I fix it myself," Natara muttered. "Useless medics." The idiot would have left her with a nasty scar had he done it his way. He's lucky she didn't flay him alive for the closecall.

"Here, let me-"

"No."

"Natara-"

"I'm fine-"

Natasha grabbed her hand, the one with the needle, grasping it firmly. Natara's eyes locked with her, their faces close. "You keep acting like an ass and I'll make sure it scars."

The two engaged in a silent glaring match before Natara eventually conceded, letting go of the needle and handing it to Nat.

They worked in silence, Nat stitching up Natara's arm while the assassin stared grumpily at the wall. "You know, you don't have to act like a spoiled brat all the time. It makes it hard for people to like you," The redhead pointed out.

"That's their loss."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Nat spoke under her breath. She felt Natara's head whip in her direction.

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"Don't what me-"

"All done."

"Natasha-"

"What?" Natasha looked up quickly, eyes bright and lips pulled into a smirk.

She froze upon seeing just how close her movement had brought them. Her eyes landed on those bright green ones opposite her and she felt her pulse race.
Natara remained unmoving too, both still.

Nat's brain seemed to have short circuted. All she could see was Natara, all she could feel, all she could smell. It was dizzying. She pulled back quickly, panicked as all hell. Natara's eyes narrowed.

"I heard you."

Nat could only clear her throat, thrown off her game entirely. "Hmm? Uh, what?"

The assassin raised an eyebrow dangerously. "It's not their loss?"

Oh, right. The redhead recovered quickly. Now wasn't the time to have these feelings- "Of course it's not. If anything, it's a blessing." She could only duck as a pillow was thrown right at her head.