Midnight Love

Not Your Y/N

Y/N looks at the redhead who looks very similar to his dead wife. While Nat and Yelena look at the man who looks exactly like their dead husband and friend. 

"Wait did you say Kelly?"

"Yeah, who are you?"

"Y/N that's not funny, I'm your best friend Yelena and that's your wife Nat."

"I don't know a Yelena and I'm not married to a Nat, I'm married to a Kelly well was."

Both women share a look pulling guns out from under the couch pointing them at Y/N who puts his hands up.

"Want me to take control?"

"No I'll handle it."

"Who are you talking to?"

"Midnight..."

"Who's Midnight?"

"Look just sit down and let me explain please."

They let him close the door as he walks towards them slowly and cautiously. He sits down across from them at the dinning room table as they sit on the couch.

"I'm Y/N Brock but I'm not your Y/N Brock."

"That doesn't make sense."

"There's a theory that there are other universes stranding from ours. Your Y/N died fighting some grape called Thanos while I didn't."

"Are you part of the Avengers in your universe?"

"No what's that?"

"A team of superheroes, Y/N was part of it before he um before he died..."

"I lost my wife and daughter in a car crash, it hurts losing them because you don't know if the pain will ever stop."

She looks at him as he smiles gently at her. 

"Who is midnight?"

"Your Y/N didn't have him?"

"Our Y/N fought with guns and hand to hand combat."

"Midnight is a symbiote. Here."

Midnight covers Y/N's body making them both scream before Y/N reappears.

"Shhhhh."

"What is that thing?"

"A symbiote, they need hosts to survive. I have Midnight."

They fall silent as Y/N sighs to himself.

"Look I need a place to figure things out like how to get home and why I'm here. Can I stay here?"

"Yes."

"No."

Yelena looks at her sister who said yes.

"Nat he isn't your husband."

"I know that Yelena but he needs somewhere to stay."

"Thanks Natasha."

Hearing the strange man speak just like her husband sends butterflies through her stomach as she smiles at him.

Yelena rolls her eyes walking back in to her bedroom and he walks around the apartment, Natasha watching him curiously.

"Are you looking for something specific?"

"In my world, my dad lived here. He had a notebook about all his theories of the multiverse."

"Small black leather book?"

"Yes! Have you seen it?"

"Follow me."

She heads into her bedroom and points at the fingerprint lock on the beside locker.

"Y/N kept it in there so-"

She cuts herself off as he picks up a picture of her and the other Y/N. He smiles before looking at her.

"You both look really happy."

"We were, he was an amazing husband. He died a hero."

She wipes her tears before he pulls her into a hug as she clings to him wishing she had her husband back. In way she does but he would have to go back some day.

"You look just like him."

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

She knows why he is sorry, he is bringing back memories of her husband and hurting the grieving process.

"It's okay."

She pulls away from him wiping her tears away as he looks at her gently, just like her Y/N did.

"If you want me to leave I will. I just need that book."

"No you can stay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes please."

"Okay, I'll stay."

He smiles before putting his finger on the fingerprint lock, it scans his finger and opens revealing the book.

"It worked aha."

She watches him with a smile, everything he does reminds her that she can't bring back her husband.

He takes out the book opening it and looks at the empty notebook. He sighs putting the book down.

"It's empty."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. I'll sleep on the couch, thanks for letting me stay."

"You're welcome."

She watches him leave the room as he closes the door. As he lays awake on the couch he hears sobs coming from Yelena's room. 

He gets off the couch and walks over to her door knocking gently as he opens the door as she keeps her back to him.

"Are you okay?"

She throws her pillow at him angrily which he catches.

"Why couldn't you be him? Why did he have to die? WHY DID YOU DIE?!?!"

She screams as he pulls her into his arms as she clings to him breaking down from months of holding it in for Natasha. 

"I'm sorry I'm not him."

She cries into his chest as he rubs her back tearing up himself as he kisses her head. 

"It's okay, you're okay."

Hearing the voice of her best friend again relaxes her as she falls asleep in his arms after half an hour. He picks her up laying her in her bed tucking her in. 

He walks back out to see Natasha smiling at him. She walks towards him hugging him tightly which he returns.

"You may not be our Y/N but you sure as hell act like he did."

He chuckles kissing her head. She pulls away looking up at him as he looks down at her cupping her cheek.

"You look just like her except she was blonde and her hair was a little shorter."

She puts her hand on his as they look into each others eyes. 

"Stay the night with me, nothing sexual. Just hold me please," she whispers.

"Okay," he whispers breathlessly.

She takes his hand leading him into the bedroom climbing into bed as he takes off his hoodie and t-shirt.

"Is it okay if I just sleep in my boxers?"

"Yeah he did the same."

"Pants are overrated," they say in unison.

He chuckles as she giggles before taking off his pants and climbing in behind her holding her close to him. 

"I've missed this."

"Me too."

They both fall asleep enjoying the warmth of their person even if it wasn't really them, it sure as hell feels like it is.