Lovesick | Natasha Romanoff (GxG)

Part 18; Forget Our Past

~Y/N's Pov~

The ride back to Natasha's house is tense, with Andrew's nerves stretched to the breaking point and Natasha's face set in a determined line. I'd be lying if I said I'm not in pain, with my arm still burning from the tracker, and my thoughts racing.
Natasha is speeding down the road, her eyes locked on the road ahead. Every so often, she checks the rear view mirror, checking if I'm okay. I try to keep myself calm, breathing deeply and trying to ignore the pain in my arm.

Andrew is fidgeting in his seat, staring out the window in a panic. He keeps checking on me, asking if I'm okay, but the tension in the air makes it hard to respond.

As I release groans and grunts in pain, Natasha, with her eyes still on the road, leans back towards me. "Hang in there." she says, her voice stern "We'll get you home and figure out the next step." Home? Who's home?

I just nod, trying to focus on the pain in my arm and ignore the fear that's creeping into my mind. I need to get the tracker out, but I'm not sure how.

As Natasha speeds down the road, I try to hold onto the seat beneath me. I can feel the tension in the car growing heavier with each passing mile.

On one hand, I'm feeling guilty about Zayne's death. On the other, I'm feeling guilty about never telling Andrew about Natasha. Now, seeing Andrew's concerned face as he stares out the window... What is he thinking about?
My feet kicked up onto the seat as I lay down, I stiffen my body, scared of rolling around with the way Natasha's driving. I want to talk, so badly, but I just know the both of them are angry. They have every right to be.

Natasha's mad I kept her a secret, Andrew's mad I kept it a secret.

I push myself up the seat, groaning as I clutch my forearm. "Who has something sharp?"

Natasha stares at me through the rear view mirror and Andrew twists his body towards me, both of them frowning.

"Why...?" Andrew asked, suspiciously.

"I have to get this tracker out, one way or another."

Andrew keeps on staring at me like I'm an idiot - which I am. Though, Natasha got me and pulled out a pocket knife from her pocket. She passes me it, with her eyes never leaving the road. After realizing, Andrew ripped a part of his shirt off and gave it to me for when I need to wrap up the cut. He wasn't happy with what I was doing, but he knows I'm a determined person. Though, Andrew hates anything gory, even though he's an agent and literally works with this kind of stuff. He quickly turns around in the seat and whispered encouraging words to himself - almost like he's the one about to cut himself open.

Bringing the knife up to my forearm, I took a deep breath in.

"Hold on" Natasha stopped me, "Take the wheel" She said to Andrew.

"What!?" He yelled. Natasha lets go of the steering wheel. "What the fuck! What in the fu- are you crazy!?"

Andrew swiftly leaned over the seat to take the wheel as he noticed Natasha was being serious. She climbed to the backseats and collapsed next to me. Andrew, afraid, struggled to get into the driver seat as he climbed over everything, trying to keep us on the road at the same time.

"Keep it steady!" Natasha commands.

Andrew continued muttering to himself, probably how stupid this is, as Natasha starts digging around the seats. She gestures me to wait, so I follow orders as she searches for something. From under the seat, she got out a tiny pillow that's used on a road trip and held it out towards me. Confused, I stare down at it.