~Maybe, Probably, Yes~ [assassin love story]

Chapter 7

Y/n Pov

... I hear them screaming , I hear them fighting, I hear them throwing glasses around the house. Someone else is in the house. Someone we don't know. I hear her screaming for help. Begging for life and then there's silence. Another scream, another glass, another silence and a shot...

I startle. My body sits straight up, sweating hardly. I try to calm myself down and catch a breath again.
It was just a bad dream. Another stupid dream to get me out of sleep. I hate this but I guess I'm used to it by now. It happend often, almost normally. At least once a week. Not always the same dream but always creepy and scary as fuck.
I don't know why I get them though, I'm guessing it's because of my past but it never clearly showed clues to it.

"I heard a scream, what happend?Are you alright?", someone storms into my room. It's Natasha. Oh shit I woke her up. She comes closer to me and sits on my bed with a worried look in her eyes. "I'm so sorry for waking you up. I just had a nightmare and woke up but I'm fine. I'm so sorry I didn't mean to scream and wake you with that.", I apologize but she puts her hand on my shoulder and lifts my chin with her finger. "You need to stop being sorry so often. Everything is alright. I was already awake anyways. If you wanna talk about it just come to me okay?". I nodd and she hugs me carefully.
"What do you say about going on a walk to a Café to have breakfast there. After that we walk back home and I can show you some of the best spots here in the tower since you never really got a tour around.".
"Thank you, Tasha".
"Don't thank me. Now come on get up and change. I'll pick you up in 30 minutes. Don't make me wait.".
She closes the door leaving me alone.

Pov Natasha

I open my walk-in closet and just stare at it. Why do I even have so many clothes? Yeah I remember, Pepper always buys me clothes when she goes shopping even though I tell her I don't need any. I barely wear anything different than a pair of jeans and a hoodie or a tank top. Sometimes maybe a skirt or a blazer or one dress but even then I don't wear hundreds of these. Only one and nearly always the same. But in Peppers opinion I don't have enough clothes and definitely not her style except for blazers. Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate that she does all that for me I just think she doesn't know I really don't need it. But I'll never tell her she's just way too happy with giving me everything.

I'm still standing in front of my closet and I haven't come any step closer to what I'm gonna wear.
After some other minutes fo doing nothing I pick out a black short skirt and a white blouse.
I put on some makeup and a light red lipstick. In the end I put on some perfume and make my way to Y/n.

Pov Y/n

I throw myself into jeans and my favorite pullover since it's cold outside. I put on some makeup and my perfume as someone knocks at the door. I assume it's Natasha and as I open the door I know that I was right. She's wearing a skirt and a blouse that flatters her curves perfectly. Her light red lipstick makes her face stand out more and looks amazing on her lips.
I hug her smelling her perfume. It's strong but in a good way with a touch of roses and maybe vanilla. A mix of sweet and strong that screams dominance and boss to be honest. If you know then you know.
"Wanna go?", she asks, gesturing me to take her arm. I link our arms and we walk downstairs.
"Bye guys! We'll be back soon. We're going on a walk.", Nat yells into the kitchen getting a smirk from Pepper. What was that for? I guess it's some kind of insider between them.

We walk outside taking the route through the park while we talk a bit about god and the world. 
We make our way to the Café and place ourselves in the waiting queue. The waitress takes our order and we pay.
Shortly after we take a seat next to the window with the beautiful lake view. Our order arrives.
"I don't get how you can drink black coffe". 'It's just basic and I like it. I don't always need to give up a long ass order as you do", she laughs. Rude.