Trevor stands up and walks away, leaving me sitting on the tarmac picking at my shoes. If she really wanted to find me, she would've, she's a fucking Russian spy for heaven's sake. Right?
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It's been an hour, I haven't moved from my spot, I've just sat here. I know I still love her but I don't know if I can trust her, but I know I need to stop the victims complex I'm forming so I stand up and walk to my car. "Let's see if Uncle Trevor really took care of you my love" I whisper tapping my fingers on the steering wheel.
The most terrifying things are frequently the most exciting. Such as cliff diving, shark swimming, and race car driving. I have a strong desire for speed. Fast driving is not for everyone. Many people, admittedly, should not drive fast, especially if they are dickheads.
I relish the sense of control that racing a car provides, as well as the power I feel when I step on the accelerator. However, the best things come with risks. Do you know what it's like to lose control of a car? When you increase the speed of a car, its stability changes at a critical point. you're either going to be fine or completely fucked. When a car's momentum goes in one direction, its weight shifts as well. That weight feels very different depending on whether your vehicle has rear, front, or all wheel drive. This might make steering the car feel heavier and twitchier, requiring gradual adjustments to keep the car straight.
However, losing control isn't usually associated with speed. It can also happen for unknown reasons, such as hitting a pool of water, slipping on a slick surface, or slipping ice. Highway drivers who have ever hit a pothole will never forget the sensation. For a few second, the vehicle appears to take off like a jet. For fellow adrenaline junkies and self-proclaimed slow pokes, you will inevitably find yourself in a scenario where you must drive swiftly. Car handling in such conditions necessitates practise.
That's how I've felt lately. Like an out-of-control car heading straight for an obstacle, and I don't know where to turn the wheel at the last moment or just accept the crash. To be completely honest I don't know if I'll even get the choice. That's what I hate the most, not being able to choose how I want to live my life, Aspen would have told me I always have a choice, but I don't think that's true anymore.
I get out the car my hairs a mess, but I don't care, I walk straight to my room grab my phone and call Fury's number. It rings a couple times and before he can say anything I speak "I'm coming back" and I hang up not waiting for a response. I finally put on a shirt grab my keys and head to the garage, getting on my bike and without thinking, drive to the tower.
I walk through the doors not paying mind to the heads raised in my direction, speeding to the elevator. I don't remember the rest of the journey, but I find my self standing outside Natalia's room, my hand frozen in a fist inches from the door. Screw it, I knock a couple times and wait for a response.
"Come in" I hear a faint voice call out, and I waist no time opening the door and stepping into the carpeted room. She's sitting on her bed, book in hand with her hair tied into a loose bun, glasses resting on her face. She's not wearing any makeup and even from the other side of the room I can see the light freckles littering her face.
"Y/n?" she asks shocked after finally looking up from her book, placing it on the side table and slowly getting up from her bed. I step closer bracing myself for what I'm about to say. I finally reach her and I say "Trevor explained everything, Nat I am so sorry you didn't deserve any of this. I was just so angry and hurt, and in so much pain, but I forgot to think about you and everything you went through" I take a breath looking into her eyes before reaching out to hold her hands.
"I just love you so much, and hydra knew that and used it against me. I should've known you would never kiss steve, but the thought of you being with someone else broke me more than hydra ever did." I say quickly wiping the tears from my eyes, my hands returning to hers. She is yet to say anything, just looking into my eyes as I say "I just hope I haven't fucked things up too much, because I love you Natalia, I love you so much and-" I was cut off my Natasha's lips meeting mine.
I can taste the salty tears and her cherry lip gloss as I swipe my tongue across her lips asking for entrance which I'm granted and I immediately further the kiss, walking her backwards towards the bed. I gently lower her onto the mattress and I kiss down her neck, as I begin to unbutton her shirt.
Annnnddddd, im gonna leave that right there. You're welcome, at least things are looking good for y/n and nat. As always leave your thoughts ideas and stuff.
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