Natasha's pov:
„Nat, where are you?"
I hear Clint and shout back that I am in the kitchen. I make myself a peanut butter sandwich when he enters the room. He doesn't look happy, more worried.
„Nat I thought you were better."
„What do you mean?"
He holds up a pair of ballet shoes.
„I mean this. Why are they stained with blood?"
I walk to him and get them. I let my fingers glide over the shoes. The rough material gives me flash backs. When I get my mind again I look up directly in his eyes.
„I swear Clint I didn't"
„Then show me your knuckles"
Of course I have nothing against it.
I mean I know I didn't danced for months now. We both sit down on the couch in the living room and he gently takes my feeds. I pull of my socks and he checks every inch.
„Aren't raw...."
I smile at him and he smiles back. He's confused I can tell but I am either.
„But who do they belong to?"
„I don't know. Can I get them?"
He hands me them and I turn them around. I think I stare at them for hours.
The red room signature and the number 3618 stands on them
„Natasha what-?"
„These are widow shoes"
I say and look at him. He immediately pulls me into his arms, knowing that this isn't easy for me.
My eyes fill with tears when I hear someone entering.
I look up and see Y/n.
„Do I disturb? When yes sorry I can go"
She says and wants to go back again. That's when I finally realise it.
„Y/n come here!"
I say and rush to her.
Y/ns pov:
I am complete confused when she rushed to me. She pushes me onto the couch next to Clint. I think he is also confused when he switches looking at me and looking at Natasha. When she stands right infront of me with my pair of ballet shoes I get it.
„I... I need to go"
I say and try to stand up when she pushes me down.
„Natasha what are you doing?"
Clint asks when Natasha points at the pointing shoes. These are yours arent they?
„No I don't even-„
„Show me your feet"
„Wha-"
She doesn't wait and just pulls of my socks. She gasps and holds her hands on her moth when she sees my raw knuckles.
Clint also stares at them.
„You're a widow"
She exhales, still not believing it.
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It is easier to hate
FanfictionNatasha was always the preferred one. She is better in fighting, in shooting in basically everything. She hates her for this, maybe she is also jealous of her. The whole team preferred her so Y/n always was a single fighter. But hating someone that...
