Lovely Lycanthropy | Natasha Romanoff

forty three

YOUR POV:

Peter and I were walking home, our shoes kicking up gravel and dirt as we walked along the road. The ash and smoke clung to my skin and my jacket had the faintest smell of Natasha on it now.

"If you want, you can come back to Aunt Mays- I mean, my place, with me and shower. Get the smell of burning your house down off." Peter offered.

I fixed the bag of my belongings over my shoulder, kicking a large pebble across the way and was disappointed it didn't go as far as I hoped, "Sure, yeah."

We walked the familiar path in silence, Peter opening the door for me as I climbed up the porch steps. I forced a thankful smile as I stepped through the threshold and turned on the light. Peter came in behind me and shut the door.

"A lot of May's friends gave me some stuff. I know it's not much but I think I wanna build the rest myself." Peter slipped off his shoes, his hand falling to his black gauze wrapped cast on his arm, rubbing the material with his thumb subconsciously.

"When you help one person, you help everybody." I quoted the fallen woman, setting my bag down on the floor so I could take off my shoes.

"You can sleep in my room if you want, or you can take May's old room."

I sighed, "Werewolves are real, vampires are real, who's to say ghosts aren't actually real. Even though I know May wouldn't mind, respectfully, the couch will be just fine."

"Think she'd come back to haunt you because you messed up her favorite duvet?" Peter joked lighty.

"I think she'd come back to haunt me because of what I've done. I would come back to haunt me." I said, fiddling with the strings on the hoodie.

"Nobodies blaming you for what happened to May or for any of it."

"Yelena blames me for what happened to Nat. She hasn't outright said it but I can tell." I mumbled, plopping down on the couch. Peter walked over and sat a seat away from me.

"None of this was your fault. It's not like at birth you asked to be gifted some powerful blood and for a mythic vampire to come crawling out of the shadows to haunt you." The wolf said, trying to get my head out of the dark place, trying to get me into the light so I could grow past this. But my seeds didn't feel like living.

"I should have just stayed in California after my mothers wedding, taken Stephen's offer. Then May wouldn't have died, Clint wouldn't of had to push away his family, you wouldn't have nearly died and Natasha.... And Bucky. Everything." I ranted off bitterly.

Peter looked me in the eyes for a moment, his jaw clenching, "Then Hela would have found you and would have killed you and then we'd all be dead. I know the situation didn't have a hundred percent happy ending, but I'd say we got as close as we could."

I opened my mouth to say something when Peter's phone began to ring in his pocket. The boy pulled it out and I saw that Clint was the caller ID. I looked away with a firm jaw and got up to rummage through my duffle.

"Hey Clint, yeah we're fine why?" Peter answered the phone and I heard some chatter on the other end, not being able to make out the words.

"Oh yeah.. About that.. Funny story actually." Peter forced out a laugh and looked at me, mouthing the words 'fire'.

"I'm gonna shower." I stated, heading off to the bathroom.

I sat my clothes on the sink and started the shower, turning on as hot as it would go. My body felt cold, like something important was ripped out of me and now I was slowly dying from blood loss.