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

25. Locked tears

'You feel like a child again, huh?
Your bag slouching over your shoulders,
your jacket hanging over your arm.
Tears shameless running over your cheeks.
The only thing needing is a hug from your mother.
But it's sad she isn't there. Isn't it?'

POV Wanda

It's our last day in Amsterdam. Tomorrow morning we leave early, so I want to see and explore more of the city. And I know one person that I'd love to take with me on this trip.
I really missed Natasha. I missed her next to me. Her touch, her kiss. The way she talks, her jokes.
I just missed her around me.

I thought a lot about everything. Even though things are complicated, I don't want to let her go. The feelings I have for her are strong, and I don't want to have to miss her like I already do now.

But things need to change. Natasha really needs to behave different if she wants to be with me. If we want to make this work, we have to talk more. She has to open up more, and she has to promise me to never touch those drugs anymore. And I'll help her, I will help her with everything. But I don't want her to lie to me anymore.

I walk around the corner of the hall. In my hand a white paper bag with two fresh coffee in it.

224. 226. 228. 230. I read the numbers placed on each room.

This is it. 232.

I knock on the door. I frown when the door suddenly opens. Didn't she lock it?
I think back at last night. I can't remember her that drunk. She left earlier with Steve, maybe that they went on drinking in the lobby?

Carefull I step inside. I close the door and put the bag with coffee on the ground. 'Natasha?' I whisper soft.

I frown when I see her lying on the bed. The sheets under her. She only wears a thong. My eyes widen when I see the red stain on the white sheets. 'What..' I whisper.

'Nat?' I almost scream. I touch her shoulder. Place my finger on her neck.

I sigh in relief when I hear a heartbeat.

'Nat..' I whisper.

Panick is taking over me. 'Nat?!' I kneel down next to her on the bed. I carefully put her hair out of her face. 'Nat.. answer me..' I whisper.
I frown when I feel the back of her head. 'Shit..' I whisper when I see the dried blood sticking to her red hair.

I let my hand rest on her cheek. I touch her skin with my thumb. She slowly opens her eyes.

'Thank God..' I sigh. 'Nat.. Do you hear me?'

She squeezes her eyes. She winks a couple of times. 'What..' she starts. 'What are you doing here?'

I place a kiss on her forehead. 'You're alive.' I whisper.

She frowns. 'Of course, I'm alive Maximoff.' When she moves her head she lets out a moan. 'Shit..' she whispers.
Than she looks at her naked body. 'Fuck.. I'm sorry. I didn't..'
'Do you want me to grab something for you?'
She nods.

I walk towards her suitcase and grab a random T-shirt and throw it at her. 'It's not that I never saw you like this..' I say.
She carefully puts on her shirt. 'Hope it isn't the last time.' She responses.

I roll my eyes. How can she still joke when she woke up like this? The heavy bags that hang under her eyes shock me. The look in her eyes almost scare me.

'What happened?' I ask when I sit down on the edge of the bed. She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can I warn her: 'And don't tell me 'nothing.'