Dr. Strange sends Natasha to another universe, the Twilight universe, as a protective measure. The Black Widow finds herself landing amidst a group of enemy soldiers, interrupting the hunt of three blond-haired, amber-eyed vampires. Kate, however...
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Later that night, Natasha was laying down on Kate's bed staring at the ceiling silently, lost in thought. The sun was long gone, the moon lightly illuminating the otherwise dark room. It was a hard blow to learn that not only she was a decade ahead of her time, but also that her team, her family, were a priori unknown to the battalion. She didn't know what to think, what to feel.
Natasha should have known that she was going to be robbed of her life choices again, even after so many years. She had learned to be a weapon, used without remorse. The Red Room manipulated her, making her do the dirty work and staining her hands with so much blood that she could hardly remove the red stains. After escaping from this hell, she had finally managed to accomplish something good, something that helped her make amends for her sins. Helping people through S.H.I.E.L.D., risking her life with the Avengers...
Natasha was used to finding herself in unfamiliar territory and was very good at building a character to get what she wanted. But it was not a mission. Her instincts had always been her greatest ally and had saved her life many times but here she didn't know what to do. She didn't feel threatened at all, rather comfortable on this bed covered with soft sheets to the touch.
She was in a world that didn't knew her, where she never did anything wrong or bad. Maybe this was what she was looking for all along.
A soft knock on the door interrupted her line of thoughts, Kate's head popping inside.
"Hi. Can I come in?" the blonde whispered.
"Well, it is your room." said the redhead softly. Kate entered and closed the door behind her, the mattress sank a little when she lay down next to Natasha. They stayed in silence for a few minutes, the only noise being the steady breathing of the spy.
"Are you hungry?" asked the blonde.
"No." chuckled Natasha. "Are you?" she asked, turning her head to the side to watch the blonde.
"Why, you feel generous?" smirked the vampire. Natasha smirked back.
"Do you see me like a big squirrel or something?"
The blonde laughed. "Nah." Then added with a suggestive raise of eyebrows. "Not that you don't look good enough to eat, though."
Natasha turned on her side to face the vampire and playfully punched her shoulder. Kate turned to her side too and flashed her a smile, the redhead had to fight her own smile in response. They stayed like that for a while, just gazing in each other's eyes. Green lost in dark gold. The teasing smile had slipped from Kate's face, a satisfied one taking place. The spy raised a hand and let the tip of a finger trace the vampire's jawline, her cheekbones, forehead, her nose. She traced the soft lips who parted under her finger, finally stopping on the blonde's chin. She could feel the burning of Kate's eyes trying to catch hers but she kept her eyes down.
