Natasha Romanoff: Killer of men, Lover of women

9

I entered the bar, the piano being played by an elderly woman. The music was soft and gentle and added to the atmosphere perfectly.

My eyes darted around the room, looking for girls, but searching for one in particular. My eyes fell upon a woman with her back to me, sitting at the bar with a drink already in hand.

Her long brown hair flowed down her back in an effortlessly beautiful way as she sat up straight, not slouching in the slightest.

It was her, for sure. Slowly, I walked up to her, sitting down next to her without a word. Half of my mind screamed at me to stop, to drag her upstairs and finish this, but the other half was keen to drag her upstairs for other reasons.

"Bonjour" she said softly. I giggled at her very British-sounding attempt at the french language. She raised an eyebrow in confusion as I kept chuckling to myself.

"Tu n'es pas francophone" I stated matter or factly. I just laughed harder when she shrugged and said,

"Errrrr, Oui?????"

She'd already started drinking and it took me longer to get drunk, so I ordered 5 shots to start me off, before letting her get me a cocktail too, the same as hers.

We drifted into silence as we just sat there. Me, fighting with myself inside, battling between who I was meant to be and who I wanted to be.

After a while, she turned to me, and I did the same. Facing her for the first time that evening, my jaw dropped.

She looked so,

"You look beautiful" I blurted out, instantly scolding myself but withholding from biting my cheek until I had somewhere to spit the blood.

She was wearing a plain black dress which had a neckline that made her breasts look phenomenal. She really took my breath away.

"Thank you Darling, you look absolutely breathtaking, as always." She smiled, raising her glass to clink against mine.

As we both drank our drinks, we stayed in a somewhat comfortable silence, stealing glances at one another from time to time.

Finally, she took a deep breath, breaking the silence.
"So why'd you go in the pool if you can't swim?"

I turned to her, looking into her bright eyes.
"I can swim."
She frowned

"Then why..."

"I like to be underwater. I miscalculated and ended up running out of air. It was no big deal." I interrupted.

"No big deal? You would've died if I hadn't saved you! Is that what you would have wanted?" She whisper-shouted.

"No" I muttered, so quietly she could barely hear.

"What?" She demanded

"I said no! I wouldn't have wanted to die in that pool!" I hissed, annoyed by her pushy tone.

"See, was it so hard to speak up Darling?" She taunted.

I huffed, downing another shot.

"Who cares. I'm dead anyway." I whispered, mainly to myself.

"What?" She said again, more softly than before.

"I said I'm..."

"No no, I heard what you said it's just, why do you think you're a dead woman?" She asked.

I can't kill you. I've tried and I don't think I'll be able to. But if I don't, they'll come after me and I won't stand a chance.

Oh how I wished I was brave enough to say that to her. But I wasn't, it was too hard to be vulnerable.