The days without Natasha flew by, and before you knew it, she was back home. You could hardly wait to see her again, to hold her in your arms and tell her how much you missed her.
When she walked through the door, you ran to her, throwing your arms around her in a tight embrace. You felt her warmth and her heartbeat, and you knew that you were home.
"I missed you so much," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.
Natasha hugged you back, holding you tight. "I missed you too," she said, her voice low and husky.
As you pulled away, you looked into her eyes and saw a mix of emotions. There was happiness and relief, but also a hint of sadness.
"What's wrong?" you asked, sensing that something was bothering her.
Natasha took a deep breath. "The mission was successful, but it was also difficult," she said, her voice low. "I had to make some tough decisions, and I saw things that I wish I hadn't."
You took her hand, squeezing it gently. "I'm here for you," you said, wanting her to know that you were there to support her.
Natasha nodded, her eyes softening. "I know," she said, leaning in to kiss you.
As she pulled away, you felt a sense of longing. You wanted her, all of her, every moment of every day.
"I love you," you said, wanting her to know how much you cared.
Natasha smiled, her eyes sparkling. "I love you too," she said, taking your hand.
As the days turned into weeks, you settled back into your routine, enjoying every moment you could with Natasha. You went on dates, watched movies, and explored the city together, and you felt like nothing could ever come between you.
But one day, as you were walking through the park, you saw something that made your heart skip a beat. It was a man, dressed in black, watching you and Natasha from a distance. His eyes were cold and calculating, and you knew instinctively that he was dangerous.
