TW: not sure, but none I think
Y/n POV:
"I don't understand what's your goddamn problem now. I told you that I had a few things to do and well it took longer than I've thought, where's the fucking problem y/n?!" Nat argued waving her arms in the air in frustration. "The problem is that you're being weird Natasha!! You're acting weird and then you tell me you have stuff to do, you dissappear the whole fucking day and then you come back but someone got murdered!"
Letting out a huff Nat threw her keys into the bowl and walked into the kitchen with me behind her. "Natasha just tell me where you were!!" I exclaimed in frustration and she shook her head with her back facing me. "IT WOULDN'T CHANGE A THING BECAUSE YOU DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE ME!" she yelled and I dropped my hands to my sides, taken aback by her outburst. "Nat..." i mumbled and she shook her head turning around to look at me, "No just leave it the fuck alone okay?! I'm your freaking girlfriend and you don't even believe me!" She spoke, the fury visible in her voice.
Nat grabbed the keys to her motorbike and walked out, slamming the door, leaving me standing in the doorway as the silence was piercing.
"Fuck..." i mumbled to myself before I heard the loud roaring of an engine becoming more quiet by every second, indicating that my Natasha was driving further and further away from me.
I walked up to our shared bedroom and changed into some shorts and an oversized shirt for the night. Sitting on the bed I held my phone in hand and thought about calling her or leaving her alone for now. Eventually I opted for the latter and put my phone away before laying down and trying to sleep.
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"Good morning boss." I greeted, walking into the department receiving a nod from her. I walked into my office. I put down my stuff and checked again for any messages or calls from Natasha, but nothing. I sighed before I grabbed the new files laying on my desk, looking through them I read every detail of the new victim on this case.
"Detective Y/l/n?" I heard a voice coming from my office door. "Yes, Wilson?" I asked, looking at the obvious nervous officer standing at my door. "There is something you should know.." he said and handed me a file to something new. "What's this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and instead of answering me, he opened the file, revealing a picture of Nat's motorbike, laying on the edge of the road, looking like something crashed into it.
Realising this, my eyes went wide in shook and I ordered Officer Wilson to leave my office and close the door.
I read the motorcycle license plate, making sure it really was Nat's bike and to my misfortune, it was indeed, her bike.
Motorbike found on the highway, direction headed south NYC,
Natasha Romanoff's motorbike? According to the Lincense plate, yes. Motorbike found but no sight of the driver, where is the driver?
Officers have to check the surroundings, bushes, hillsides for possible body
No blood or dna was found on accident site
Was it even an accident?
Reading over this file made my stomach churn and my heart sink. Possible body? And what was she doing on the highway? As I tried not to panic too much I grabbed my phone and dialed angie's number. It rang a few times before the mailbox announcement sounded. I tried calling her again, but again, just the mailbox. I tried it one more time before I spoke onto the mailbox.
"Hey angie, if you're still in New york, could you come down to my department? Nat has gone missing and I need you here, please I need your support." I spoke onto the mailbox and put my phone back into my jeans pocket.
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Narration POV:
Opening her eyes, Natasha found herself in a dark and cold room. What happened last night? She just wanted to take a ride to clear her mind. But driving on the highway she crashed into another vehicle. Or did she?
"Look who's awake." Nat heard a voice chuckle. She couldn't quite make out who the voice was. Even when the person came closer she couldn't see their face due to the person wearing something like a mask only showing their eyes a bit.
"Who the fuck are you even?" The readhead hissed at the person in front of her. "Oh you will find out eventually. But you can't even imagine how long i've waited for this moment." the person laughed psychotic, making a shiver run down Nats spine.
Just now, Natasha realized that she was tied up to the wall with some kind of metal chains. Trying to wiggle out with no success, she huffed out as tears made their way into her eyes. Thinking that she was going to die in this place.
"Ohh poor little girl." The masked person cooed, caressing Nats cheek with their hand before grabbing her chin with force, making her look at them. "You think you could pull something like a pity show here?" The person gritted out, coming closer to her face before letting go of her and walking towards the door. Hearing what sounded like a cellphone ring, Nat started to scream for help. Her pleads for help coming out chocked up as she was sobbing by now.
"Oh sweatheart, no one's going to hear you here." They chuckled, "You're all alone here, with me."
Closing the door and leaving Nat alone with her thoughts, the thought of y/n never left her mind. Hoping that her girlfriend will search for her and will forgive her for how she acted the evening before.
Soooo, got any suspects yet? Btw I know this chapter is a lil shorter but it will be worth it eventually, please tell me how you like it so far so I know what I could possibly change, stay safe friends <3
08/06/23
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Marvel Woman x FemReader
Randomyea just what the name says (I do NOT OWN any of the characters that appear in here except the ones like y/n, y/m/n, etc, also I DO NOT OWN movie scenes if I use them)
