The Second Life of Natasha Romanoff

In the real-time world no one sees her at all

Nat opened her eyes and looked at Marta, she had to get out of here, find out what had happened to Clint, Wanda, and the others.

She jumped up from the sofa, her feet barely touching the floor, before she fell back onto the sofa.

Nat was angry, angry at herself, angry at her body for being so weak, she had not been trained like this. A failure she was.

Marta sat down beside her and handed her tissues, a glass of water and several painkillers.

"Here, this time without pouring the stuff over your head," Marta smirked.

"I know you'd rather not stay here, and you want to know what happened to your friends, that's understandable. Do you know where you're going or how to get there?

"You should at least stay here tonight. Get some sleep, eat something."

Marta was right, she didn't know where to go and every inch of her body ached, she swallowed the pills and drank the water.

Meanwhile, Marta took care of the wound on Nat's head, cleaning and disinfecting it and clamping it with the help of plasters before putting a big bandage over it.

"I should be dead, but I'm not. That can only mean one thing ... the mission has failed. Or worse ..." she paused, "that Clint jumped and died."

Nat couldn't help it, sobbing and crying she sat there, not caring what the others in the room must think about her.

Clint was her family, his family was her family. That was why she had done everything in her power to stop Clint from jumping, and she had succeeded.

She remembered the last few minutes with him, the fall, the red light, the equally red mist, and then suddenly she was here on this sofa.

"I repeat myself, but I didn't expect this. Seeing the mighty, mighty Black Widow like this is quite funny," Lydia giggled.

Marta turned slowly on the sofa to face Lydia and gave her a nasty look. "Seriously? A minute ago, you were hiding behind the table, and now you're being so fucking insensitive. That's totally out of line."

Lydia couldn't help grinning, "Why so angry? You've only known her for an hour or so. But I wouldn't be your best friend if I didn't know what was going on."

Without responding to Lydia any further, she continued talking to Nat.

"Okay, I'll show and tell you what I know, at least what we've been told, and you promise to stay here? Deal?"

Nat murmured, "Deal."

"All right, so where do I start?

Clint is alive. He didn't die, well, because you may or may not have died. This whole thing is a little confusing to me. I mean, you're sitting here, you're real, you're breathing, you're bleeding, but you shouldn't be here. Sorry, I'm rambling. Thanos is gone, and the humans have come back."

Natasha's face changed from sadness to joy and excitement for a brief moment.

"What about my sister? What about Wanda??? All the others?" she asked hopefully.

"Well. Well, it's a bit more complicated than that. Your sister should be fine, according to the internet she briefly tried to avenge you and Wanda, well, there's a lot to unpack. Maybe just wait, I'll get you my laptop, and you can read and see everything for yourself."