W A N D A x N A T A S H A - R E D

3. Read me

When I open my eyes there's no one beside me.
I'am alone in the middle of the bed.
I feel the fabric of the soft purple sheets on my naked body.

A weird feeling is coming over me when I think about last night. About the party. About Natasha looking at me, about the way she stood there in the door. About how she looked at me. About.. and ashamed I close my eyes.

I think about the way she looked at my red hands. How I grabbed her throat.
Ashamed I think back at how Steve looked at us while he accidentally walked in. I put both hands before my face.

'What is wrong with me...' I whisper.
I think about what I did to her after that. How she looked at me, how she screamed. How she called me beautiful and how she begged me for more.

With mixed feelings I think back. I loved how she enjoyed it, but I didn't like the fact I exactly gave her what she wants. Besides that, I'am convinced that she's only doing this to distract herself. To distract herself from everything what's happening to her now. Not that I know anything about that.

I look up at the knock at my door. Natasha walks in. Fully dressed in the black suit she's always wearing. In shock I think about what time it is. Is it that late already? I quickly look at the big golden clock on the wall.
11.30.

'No Clint just wait..' She says while she looks behind her.
She looks at me and stops.
An awkward feeling comes over me when I compare myself with her.

She looks fresh, her hair's looking done and her face as if she slept for days. I on the other hand feel like a big truck drove over me.
I didn't even brush my teeth or put my clothes on. I just woke up. It was 6 in the morning when we finally felt asleep, so it isn't that crazy that I slept until 5 minutes ago.

'Just.. hurry.. How can you forget such thing?' I hear Clint complaining from down the hall.
'Just a minute.' She says with her hoarse voice.
She comes closer to me, nods and then turns around to look in her suitcase.

Everything goes so fast, that I don't get the time to form a normal respons. And before I know it, she already told Clint she found what she's looking for.
I try to find a respons that fits the situation, but when I realize that I'am still in bed. Naked.
Every possible answer or thing to say.. feels off.
So I say nothing and watch her leave the room.
After she left, I immediately agree with myself that I definitely was her mistake. She didn't even say goodmorning. She didn't even smile at me.

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Slumped in his chair Tony listens to a story of Steve. Even though he wears his darkened glasses, I still can see how bored he is.

Next to him is Bruce. Listening closely to what Steve has to say. I try to concentrate on the story, but my mind wanders off too.

I put my elbows on the shiny grey table and try to read the text on the big screen. I watch Steve moving his hands while he tries to make a point.

I look up at the door of the meetingroom who suddenly opens. Natasha and Clint are walking in. A shock through my body when I look at her.
'A little late to the party..' Tony says when he turns his chair. Steve looks at him. Annoyed.

Natasha smiles without emotion in her eyes. I can't help but look at her body. Proud I think: 'she was mine last night.' But the feeling fades when I think back about her respons this morning.

Clint sits down and says: 'better late than never..'.
'Guys? I try to make a..' Steve says with his arms open.
'It's nothing new. The Russian is always late.' Tony smirks. Turns around his chair again.
Natasha raises her right eyebrow. Looks annoyed at Tony.
He defends himself while making the 'not guilty' gesture with his hands.
Natasha rolls with her eyes.