Lovesick | Natasha Romanoff (GxG)

Part 13; A Mission Accomplished

~Y/N's Pov~

A loud ringing noise made me shoot my eyes open. That's what I get when I sleep right next to my phone. Still a bit sleepy and delusional, I reach over next to me on my night stand, and grab it. Annoyed groans left my lips as my phone was on it's brightest, hitting me straight in my sensitive eyes. Once I blinked my sleepy, blurry vision away, I saw 'NR' calling me. I stare at it blankly, not sure if I should answer it or not. It's way too early.

I answer the phone, bringing it up to my ear. Before I could even say something, she beat me to it,

"I'm outside"

Way to start my day.

-

I stare out of the window, fixated on the view of the mountains.
Besides the fact that she was outside my house -which I still don't know how she know where I live - the ride's going pretty alright. We're not fighting, which is good, but also not talking. It's just a bit strange that I'm in her car after yesterday. I've been on her motorcycle multiple times by now, but her car is just something different. It's her old car, the one she bought while we were still dating. Her motorcycle is a new vehicle I haven't seen, so there's no old memories. But, riding in this car where we used to blast music, tell stories, kiss and even more than just kiss, it just allows memories to come back I wished had left by now.

Her voice dragged me out of my thoughts, "Tell me what's the plan again" She tests.

"Maverick lives in a small wooden house in the forest. Once we parked away far enough for us not to be spotted, we attack. I go in from the back, you go in from the front. We don't kill, just capture and bring him in."

Natasha nods her head in approval, and then, the silence crept back. Her eyes fixated on the road, and I was fixated on her before I look away once again. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel awkward. To be honest, I'd rather want to talk to her instead of sitting here doing nothing. It's just weird to me, that when I first saw her after all these years, I hated her, now I'm feeling like she hates me and that I'm the bad guy because I made her feel like she couldn't tell me her secret- being an assassin. It's a bad secret, a terrible one. The right thing to do is to lock her up, but I just can't. She saved me multiple times, and I understand that she tries to get rid of the bad.

"What is it?" She asks, "You always did this thing where you lose focus, staring into 'nothingness' with a frown. Your right leg would bounce along also." Suddenly, I stop moving my leg, "That's how I know you're thinking of something. So? Tell me."

"Actually, I want to know more about your job, the suit to be exact. It looked badass, special design just for you?"

"Want to know more to throw me in jail?" Natasha jokes.

"If I wanted, I could destroy your reputation. But I'm a good girl. So, no."

Natasha cocks back her eyebrow, staring at me with a frown. "The suit's design was meant to be dark so that can I blend in with the shadows. The hourglass symbol on the belt represents that stealth- also, what people call me."

That's what Griffin saw when Natasha captured him. Her suit, her belt.

I laugh, "What do people call you, the red-head Russian?"

"Funny. But no." She mumble, "They call me Black Widow"

I bite my lip, preventing myself from laughing. "Why, 'cause you can climb walls?" I tease.