𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟐

𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 - 𝐍.𝐑

The Avengers were fighting with the creatures you had created that had done a lot of damage to New York. You were standing on one of the rooftops with Black Widow in front of you.

"It's simple, Widow," you said as you had she stood in front of you. Her gun was aimed at you as you held a smile on your lips. "The city, or the love of your life?"

Natasha stared at you as her grip on the gun loosened a bit which you noticed and it made you smirk. But it disappeared when her grip on the gun tightened again.

"The city," she replied and looked at you. You took a breath and licked the inside of your cheek.

"You'd choose the city over me, my love?" you almost whispered. You saw the guilt that washed over Natasha's face. "Natty?"

"There's no other choice, Y/N," she said in a shaky voice.

You nodded your head and walked over to her so the gun was pressed against your chest.

"Do it then," you whispered. You knew that Natasha would be able to do it without a second thought, but right now she was doubting herself.

"Nat! Do it!" you heard Hawkeye yell.

You looked at the woman in front of you. The hesitation was written very clearly across her face.

"I-I can't..." she said and lowered the gun. You smiled a little and placed your hand on her cheek. "I can't kill you."

You hummed and whispered, "I thought you'd choose me over this hell of a city but, you didn't."

Natasha looked at you with hesitation in her eyes.

"And you know damn well I'd choose you over the city. I'd rather see this city burn instead of sacrificing you," you whispered.

The two of you looked at each other for a second before you felt a sharp pain in your stomach and you let out a gasp. You fell against Natasha as she held you up and you had a tight grip on her arm.

"Nat-" you choked out and she shushed you while running her hand through your hair.

"Sh, it's okay, детка," she whispered as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. "It's okay." [ baby ]

You gasped once again when you felt the knife twist inside of you. Your grip on her arm loosened as your eyes closed and your body fell limp against Natasha.

Natasha slowly sat down on the rooftop with you still in her arms. She gently laid you down while quietly sobbing and ran her fingers through your hair.

"I'm sorry, my love," she said and placed a kiss on your forehead, and whispered, "I love you."

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a small twist 🤗 and no I am not sorry.