Chapter 19: Mother Spider

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Kurt didn't know who this woman was or who she thought she was but he didn't like her presence in their room while his mate was asleep, vulnerable without him, as this woman was practically dripping in danger. The woman just sat their smirking at the teen protectively baring his fangs as he kept the dozing girl in his arms close to him - as if she would be so easily intimidated. "Are you done yet?" Her smirk widening into a amused grin, with cat like grace stepped down from the window and over to the bed.

A white hot urge to attack was burning through Kurt's veins, to protect the one who meant so much to him so that she'd never be hurt, it made the beast within him stir. He knew he could of lashed out at this woman with murderous thoughts if she even moved to touch Ana, he would of if he hadn't heard the once voice which would always snap him back to reality.

"Kurty." He looked down to see Ana smiling at him, she seemed to only be half awake as he could see the dozy look in her eyes but it didn't matter - he thought she looked cute. "It's ok," she reached up and touched his cheek, feeling the soft indigo fur between her fingers, sending the demon back to the depths of his unconscious. Ana looked over to the woman once she was sure Kurt had calmed down, "Natasha" she greeted the stranger in a monotone voice, "you gonna tell me why your here? Or am I gonna have to find out for myself?" Kurt looked at her in surprise, Ana knew this woman?

Natasha only gave ana a amused look, reaching into the bag on her belt and pulling out a small present, "I only came to gave my favourite student a Christmas present."

"Only student," ana corrected her, "not like you though, to come all this way to see me." Ana looked at her with suspicion, thinking she was going to ask for a favour or wanting her back at her side again, whatever she was going to ask Ana was gonna turn her down. She had good reason to be so suspicious, wearing her heart on her sleeve was not a trait which The BlackWidow was known for - she couldn't get rid of that much Russian in her blood.

"I was in the neighbourhood," Natasha gave her a breezy response, she had obviously prepared such a simple answer beforehand, throwing the present up in the air and catching it with one hand as she looked round the room. "Cute," Natasha remarked with a sarcastic smirk at the childish toys scattered round the room - well the couple hadn't been in the room since they were kids.

But Ana was not in the mood for Natasha's games, "you want me to come back don't you?" Ana knew that Natasha didn't need to answer as she knew the truth - thanks to her 'gift'. Ana could hear it loud and clear in Natasha's mind. "Well I'm not going back," Ana snapped, her tone took Kurt back for a second as he had never heard Ana raise her voice like that before and sound so angry. She buried her head in Kurt's chest again and turned away from her, "I'm staying here so just leave."

Natasha sighed, placing the small present on the bed side table, "I see your in no mood to talk then," making her way to the door, "I'll wait though for when you do," without another word between the two she left.

Kurt looked between the door and his love in his arms before he asked, "who was that dragonfly?"

Ana took a moment, clearly thinking of what to say before finding herself unable to lie to her love so, taking a deep breath, replied, "that's Natasha Romanoff, she's kinda my legal guardian and mentor." She looked up at kurt, the light in her eyes seemed to dim as she talked, "I didn't tell you the whole truth of where I've been but it's cause I really don't like talking about it."

Kurt could see that the memory itself was hurting her, he could see it in her eyes and in how his own heart ached, "I didn't mean to upset you dragonfly, I never knew that things were that bad." He instinctually held her close, letting her cuddle into his chest and his tail round her waist, he wanted to make her feel loved and protected, that he could chase her fears and tears away.

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