Natasha pov
I wake up to the sound of Y/n's heartbeat, which at first scares me since i've never experienced it. But then i remember yesterday. She has her arms around me and my head is tucked under her chin. I think about moving but i never wanna do that again. But i need to talk to the otters before she sees them... explain what's happened. But i just lay here, with my head on her chest, feeling it move up and down, hearing Y/n's heartbeat.
"Good morning sleepyhead" i hear her voice clining in my ears, i do have never been one for mornings. I tilt my head up to see her smiling down at me, but as soon as i meet her gaze it disappears. I can see it in her eyes that she's somewhere else, even though she's here. She's remembering something. And judging by the fear and pain in her eyes i can easily figure out where she's gone. I sit up with her and hold her hands in mine as we let it pass, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Y/n?" i ask as i place a hand on her cheek, her eyes flashing back to see me. "Hey, hey, it's not real, it's not real." but the tears are still in her eyes and i pull her into a hug. Brushing her hair as she sobs into my shoulder. "Hush, it's not real"
"But it was, and you were there" she begins and i already know where this is going. I take her face in my hands and it hits me that i've never seen her cry. Not from emotions, not over anything but pain caused there. "I took your place as a test subject for his weapons, because i wasn't human, i could take it"
"Just breathe котенок, everything is okay now. We're both fine, we're together" and something of a smile comes upon her lips at the thought of us being an us. "I'll be back in a minute and then i'll take you out to meet the rest of the team, okay?"
"Okay" she answers as i hurl out of bed, her chukleing lightly behind me and it takes a second for me to realise why. I'm only in undergarments. She throws me a t-shirt and i grab grey sweatpants from the floor and almost fly out the door, leaving a laughing Y/n behind me. Even though i know that with me not there she'll stare out the window and think about that memory. But i find the rest of the team in the kitchen with breakfast on the table.
"That's not your shirt" Wanda points out before i get the chance to say anything, also telling the others that i'm there. But she is right, it's Y/n's shirt. One of them that Loki had left in the bag.
"And how would you know if that's not her shirt?" Clint asks with a smile on his lips. Like he, as usual, can see right through me.
"Because i know her closet... it's a girl thing Barton" she answers but still looks questioning on me.
"Well, she's right but that's not what i was going to say... i want all of you to please be nice to her. She will be the old her, the one Bucky and Steve grew up with. She won't be a killer or a monster, just a normal woman" i explain and that is too many words for even me to hang on. "Just, please, give her a chance before she changes back... please, for me"
"Fine" Wanda says after seconds of silence. "We can act like this is the first time we're meeting her, right guys" all the guys nod in agreement even though i know they all have other thoughts. But as long as it's something that makes me happy, and as long as she doesn't do anything bad, i know they'll actually try. Maybe just to keep the happy me, and not the sarcastic and more grumpy person i was before.
"Thanks, i'll go get her" i say before walking out of the room, containing the happiness in my steps as i come back to the bedroom. Where i see y/n still under the covers.
"You're wearing my shirt" she says as i make my way onto the bed, smiling because she actually knew that. Even though that makes me realise that this might not last that long.
"Yeah, Wanda noticed" i say, brushing some of her hair out of her face. She smiles that kind of smile that somehow makes my world shine even brighter than ever before. "So wake up, time to meet the team"
"So that's who you told to be nice to me" she says as she sits up. "I still don't get it, how am i still alive?"
"That's a questions for another time" i answers, pushing my lips against hers again. "Just come eat breakfast with them"
"So they're comfortable with the idea of eating breakfast with a murderer" she says and breaks the tension, but i freeze at the word. "I heard what Loki said about me going on a killing spree... again"
"Like i said, that's something we can talk about later" i say standing up beside the bed, but she grabs the shirt and drags me back into the bed again. Pressing her lips against mine, her hands in my hair. "Okay, five minuets or they'll start to wonder" i say, taking in a breath with a smile.
"That's all i need" is the last thing she says before taking my breath away again.
I hold her hand in mine as we enter the kitchen, where the rest are still seated. Thay all lift their heads at but i chose to ignore them.
"Good morning Y/n" Steve and Bucky say almost at the same time. It somehow feels wrong but right at the same time. This is the real Y/n, right? The old Y/n, the original her.
"Morning" she answers as she seats herself in between me and Bucky. Wanda's eyes are sort of filled with hatred as she looks at her. I just look back at her with a warning gaze. And for the next thirty minutes everything is quiet, more quiet than it's ever been before. Suddenly i feel a rush of nausea run over me and before they know it i'm halfway out the door back to my bedroom.
Y/n pov
She just bolted, leaving me alone with people that, from what i know, hate me. I rise in a swift motion, just a second before the other redhead does the same. She's right on my rail as i make my way after Natasha. I can feel everyone's eyes following me out, but i ignore them. Only focusing on her. And for some reason it feels wrong that it's going slow. I come into the bedroom second before hearing a sickening noise from the bathroom. Wanda comes in seconds after me, and finds me all stiffened up outside the closed bathroom door.
"Natalia?" i ask through the door as Wanda comes up by my side.
"Are you okay in there?" but the only answer she gets is more hurling noises. For probably the first time ever, Wanda meets my gaze with only worry lacing it. But that swiftly changes inte hate, into blame. And before i have time to react she slaps me across my face. Leaving a stinging across my cheek.
"Wands... what the hell...
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A immortal and a Widow (Natasha x reader)
Fanfiction"I wish i had met you first" she said, unknowingly to that every wish creates a new reality. So what if Y/n Barnes had met Natasha first, that instead of being locked up at Hydra she was trained in the Red Room before getting out. What if? Everythin...
