Lovely Lycanthropy | Natasha Romanoff

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NATASHA'S POV:

My head perked up and my eyes opened. I realized I had fallen asleep, y/n still cuddled into my side and sleeping soundly. I wasn't sure how long we were asleep for, but it was dark outside and I heard the engine of Steve's police car. His heavy boots clunked up the stairs and his keys jingled in the lock.

The tall and broad man passed through the threshold. He shrugged off his police coat and laid it on the counter with a heavy sigh. Putting his hands on his hips, the man stood there for a second and looked around before he met my gaze.

"Rough day?" I asked him softly.

He chuckled a little, "A long one."

Steve took a few steps over and smiled down at his sleeping daughter, "She asleep?"

I hummed, looking down at her. I brushed some hair out of her face and neck. My eyes caught sight of a silver glassy hue on her skin. It was light, something only a supernatural being could see. There on her skin looked to be the bite mark of a bloodsucking leech. I was fuming, keeping it all inside because no matter how angry I got, I had to keep in check so I wouldn't phase and hurt y/n.

"I've already gotten what I've wanted... and boy was it sweet."

I heard the leeches' voice in my head, purring with excitement and I couldn't tell if I liked it better thinking he was only telling me he fed off y/n, or if I liked that I knew he actually did feed off her and it wasn't some rouse to get me riled up.

"Natasha!" Steve nudged me a little and I snapped out of my thoughts, "You okay?"

I blinked a few times and nodded, carefully and slowly slipping out from next to the girl. She moved a little, curling herself up and Steve fixed the blanket over her.

"I'm fine. Sorry. I've also had a long day." I scratched the back of my neck.

"Yeah, y/n can be a lot sometimes. I'm totally joking by the way."

I smiled a little at him but my mind wasn't really all that into the conversation, "No, no. She was fun."

"Fun?" Steve raised an eyebrow at me and my eyes widened some.

"Not what I meant. Uh, sir." I cleared my throat.

Steve laughed, trying to be quiet, "I'm messing with you. You're a good person, Natasha. No matter what people say."

"Well.. thanks. It's nice you don't think I'm a total screw up after all those times you arrested me." I chuckled.

"Well, y/n seems to like it when you're around. She's a pretty good judge of character." The police officer opened the fridge and pulled out a few beers. He offered me one and I declined, telling him I had to drive home. Even though my fast metabolism would burn the alcohol off, I wasn't gonna tell him that.

"I'm gonna get going." I told him.

He nodded, "have a goodnight, Romanoff."

I hummed, "oh, Steve?"

"Yeah?"

I opened my mouth, getting ready to tell him the grueling news that his wife was gone, but I didn't think it was my place to say. Instead I shook my head, "Nothing. See ya later, Rogers."

He gave me one last smile before pulling a sip from his beer. I left, the cool night air hitting my heated skin and I took a breath in, looking around through the tree lines. I heard rustling somewhere in the woods, and my gut told me not to go, but I did anyways. Getting in my car, I backed out of the driveway and started down the road.