Do you guys still want another part to 'I wish it was me too.' ? Let me know, as usual, enjoy!
Also, time lines are changed in a lot of my fics. I do know the original time line! I just have to change them in order for the stories to play out.
FRIDAY 27TH JULY, 2017, 10:00 AM, NEW YORK.
Natasha's palms were sweating, the hairs on the back of her neck were raised. A shiver was sent down her spine.She hadn't felt this anxious since she left them. It wasn't easy, it was a split second decision. A selfish one. She wanted to keep them safe and to help aid Rogers. Not considering the detrimental effect it would have.
If she had chosen to stay, they would have been heavily monitored. Not forgetting the fact if she had signed the accords she would have signed her rights away, if she went against the governmental control they could imprison her and she would definitely never see her family again.
Natasha hated the thought of Freya being watched by government agents, it wasn't the life she had wanted for her daughter and so she left them without a goodbye. What Natasha didn't understand, and would be foolish to deny, is that Maria would have put herself into the limelight as long as it meant Natasha wouldn't leave. Maria Hill would give up anything for Natasha, including her life.
Her hands brushed her auburn locks behind her ears, her true hair colour. She was known for her flaming crimson hair, but it wasn't her actual hair colour. She used it as a persona, 'The Black Widow'. The true colour was a much calmer and gentler tone of red, like an autumn leaf. Maria loved it, said it matched Natasha a lot more than the blood looking red ever did. That Natasha wasn't a monster and that she didn't have to look fierce to be strong. Natasha shook away the memory, her palms still sweaty as she picked up the present which she had placed on the floor alongside the flowers. She wanted to cringe at her actions, Maria would laugh at her for even bothering to buy her flowers. She was acting like a stupid love sick puppy in every romantic comedy ever. Turning up at her Wife's door with flowers after running away for almost two years? Shit she had to get rid of the flowers-
"Hey" Maria greeted the taller woman, glancing down to look at the flowers in Romanoff's hands. She didn't comment on them, sparing Natasha the agony. Natasha was grateful.
"Hi." Natasha responded, a small smile on her face. She was nervous, nervous to see Freya. Would she remember her? God, everything felt stressful. She handed Maria the flowers.
"Are you going to come in?" Hill raised her voice ever so slightly, opening the door wider to make room for her wife. Ex Wife? Partner? Ex? Lover?
"yes, yes, sorry" Natasha stuttered, walking into the apartment following after Maria . A weird sense of Deja vu crashed into her. She could remember walking in without knocking after a long day at work, hearing Maria and Freya's laughs. Freya was getting better at walking, Maria was smiling at the girl with her arms out encouraging her to take a few more steps. The memory melted Natasha's heart, then a sense of guilt: Freya wasn't a one year old anymore, she'd be walking easily now.
"Coffee?" Maria called out from the kitchen, having placed the flowers into a vase. Natasha stood still in the hallway taking everything in. Not long ago this used to be her home, she felt scared to take any more steps. Did Maria throw away all her things, was every trace of Natasha gone?
Her feet carried her into the open plan living room, she wondered if she should ask if she could sit down on the sofa. The same sofa they had both slept on, cuddled on, had sex on. Instead she chose the awkward option of swaying back and forth from foot to foot. Her eyes signalled in on a picture on the TV stand. It was a photo of both Maria and herself eating ice cream, way before Freya was born, Maria had some on her nose and Natasha's face was bright red from laughter. Maybe Maria hadn't wiped away her whole existence after all.
