God I hope this destroys you.
The sun was shining, Maria often preferred the cold autumnal months but she had to admit this summer was particularly beautiful. Natasha loved summer, she despised the cold. It reminded her of Russia. The deep rich green leaves swayed gently int he soft breeze, Maria smiled walking past the park, watching families laughing with their children. That would be her and her Natasha one day, hopefully, with a little bundle of joy in their arms. She made a quick stop at their favourite coffee shop, she was going to absolutely spoil Natasha rotten this week. She had planned it all out, she'd buy Romanoff her favourite coffee, sweets, clothes and she was thinking of getting her a yoyo. Nat had seen Lila playing with one last week and she was completely enthralled with the toy. Mia joked saying 'have you never seen a yoyo before?' and Natasha didn't answer, choosing to bite her lip instead. Maria hated the Red Room for depriving the love of her life a childhood.
She was going to do it, this weekend. She had to. Mia was going to propose to the red head, she loved her like a mad woman. She was utterly in love, Natasha could kill her and she'd apologise. The Russian well and truly had the American wrapped around her little finger. If Maria didn't live so close to the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters she'd probably be skipping down the road, with a large grin lathered across her face. God, wouldn't that be a sight? Nick Fury's Second skipping a grinning, it would give all the other agents a stroke. As she took a swift right she reached their apartment, she was so excited to give her favourite girl a kiss.
Maria twisted the keys into the lock, and opened the door. "Natty!" she called out, "Natty, baby are you home?" she was still smiling. Maria placed their coffee's on the kitchen counter and placed the keys in the drawer. "Nat! Love, I'm home!" She still wasn't hit with a reply, usually Natasha was in her arms by now. The super spy would hear Maria before she was even at the door most days and always welcome her with a soft loving hug. They both knew their jobs put them at risk, it was a relief to come home everyday seeing the other in one piece. Not a scratch in sight. Maria walked down the hallway, Nat was probably having another nap in their bed again, Liho would most definetly be curled up at her feet. Maria hated that cat, but it made Natasha happy, so Maria put up the demons constant hissing and scratching.
When she pushed the bedroom door open she was shocked, Nat was sat on the floor. Her eyes matched the colour of her hair, tear streaks melting into he face. Mascara smudged violently off her eyes. She looked broken, disappointed and betrayed. Maria could read Natasha's emotions perfectly. She ran up to her, ready to embrace her and keep her safe. Make sure that whatever upset her would be killed - or well, warned.
"Don't!" Natasha shouted at Maria before she could get close enough, Maria was confused. Natasha had grown to love physical touch over the years, after all Natasha was starved of it for so long.
"Nat?" Maria questioned, titling her head, respecting her personal space.
"Just don't" Natasha sighed, gripping onto a piece of paper like her life depended on it. It meant nothing to Maria until she could read the outlines of the file ' OP: BLACKHILL'. Maria's face paled, washed of any colour she had left, her stomach twisted. Bile rose up into her throat, she was going to be sick. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, Maria was going to sit her down and explain everything. Natasha had beaten her too it.
"Natasha, let me explain" Maria took a step forward, Natasha reciprocated it by taking a step back. Maria swallowed the pain in her throat at the sight.
"I said don't" Natasha's eyes were burning into Maria's soul. She was furious and she couldn't hide it. Her face was growing a deeper shade of red by the minute, Maria was terrified.
"Please Natty-" Maria managed to get out before she was cut off by the sob of Natasha Romanoff.
"Maria, don't call me that" she shouted almost pathetically. She felt pathetic.
