I'm so sorry for this chapter...
Natasha gently guides me to the comfortable lounge in the Avenger's Tower, and I sink into the plush couch, my emotions in turmoil. It feels like I've been losing control of my feelings lately, and I'm grateful for her calming presence. As I lie there, staring blankly at the ceiling, I try to quell the overwhelming sense of sadness that threatens to consume me.
Suddenly, my phone rings, jolting me out of my thoughts. I glance at the screen and see Hayden's name, my heart quickening with anticipation. But as I answer the call, I hear a stranger's voice on the other end, and my apprehension grows.
"Is this Aleksandra Rushman?" the voice asks, and I confirm my identity, my heart pounding with dread.
"I'm so sorry," the voice continues, "but your brother was involved in a car accident. He died on the scene."
Those words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I feel the world around me shattering into a million pieces. My mind races, trying to process the news and make sense of the sudden and devastating loss. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but a part of me is in shock, unable to fully comprehend the reality of what has just happened.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and slowly stand up. Natasha looks at me with concern and I can see the worry etched on her face. I take a step forward, my body feeling heavy and unsteady, and try to speak, but my voice catches in my throat.
"Thank you for letting me know," I finally manage to say, my words barely audible. "I need to go..."
My heart aches with grief as I end the call and collapse back onto the couch, the weight of my loss crushing me.
As the devastating news sinks in, I feel a crushing weight settle over me. The world around me seems to shrink and fade away, leaving only a gaping hole where my heart used to be. My mind races, trying to make sense of the incomprehensible, trying to find a way to hold on to the reality that my brother is gone forever.
In the midst of my shock and despair, Natasha rushes over to me, her eyes filled with concern. She takes me in her arms, and I finally let the tears flow, my body wracked with sobs. I cling to her, seeking comfort and solace in her embrace, grateful for her unwavering support.
As I cry, a part of me feels like I'm losing my grip on reality, like I'm drowning in a sea of grief and sorrow.
How ya holding up. Not gonna lie, I cried writing this 😭
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