Lovesick | Natasha Romanoff (GxG)

Part 37; Lovesick

~Y/N's Pov~

Sitting there, staring down my body, at my feet. The doctor does his checkup on me, checking if everything's intact and working inside of me. He told me the others also got quick check-ups, but I suffered the most damage. A fractured knee and a few scars. Natasha and the others got minor scars, but looks the worse with all the bruises I saw on them after the crash. My fingers fiddle with one-another, anxiously waiting to get over with the check up. Dreams can come true- the doctor walked away as another pair of boots walked inside. Looking up, I see the red head walking inside with her iconic emotionless stare. The deeper I stared into her eyes, the more I saw. Forest green eyes with a hint of pain. It's not from the scars, the huge band-aid on her upper arm or the bruise against her forehead, but it was something else. Folding her arms over her chest, she walks towards me and sat on the chair besides my hospital bed.

I furrow my eyebrows, seeing her face soften. Before I could even open my mouth to talk, she did it first. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, looking away to the side so that she doesn't have to give me a look of shame.

"I want you to tell me how you feel about me." She said, hurt in her voice.

"What?" I whisper, softly.

Her jaw clenches and unclenches, trying her best to maintain her tears. "When you look at me, what do you see?"

I knew something was wrong. Natasha never spoke with so much hurt before, she never cried for me and became so soft. I close my eyes for a split second then sigh, "What did Roxanne tell you this time?" I whisper, sadly.

Nat stopped breathing for a few before shaking her head like she relived something.

"Nothing." She said quietly, voice shaking, "I just want to know, Y/N. Tell me. What do you think of me?"

"I think of you as a bad-ass, independent woman."

"The truth, Y/N." She suddenly looks up at me. My heart dropped as that glossy eyes looked back at mine. "You're scared of me, right?"

"I never said that-"

"No, but you think of that." She interrupted, "A killer assassin, cold hearted, ruthless murderer... how could you not be scared?"
I keep quiet, quickly looking down and gulping. "And that's why I should leave." She said.

My eyes shoot back to her and my heart dropped even lower. "W-What? No, no. Don't you... don't you say that! I mean, what the hell, why would you say that!? Where... where are you coming up with all of these things!"

"Think about it, I'll be gone. You'll be out of trouble."

My eyes swelled with tears, "Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

"Y/N, don't start right now."

Tears streamed down my face. My heart shattered into a million pieces. "You can't leave me, Natasha! After everything we've been through. I- I mean, c'mon! We just built our lives up together."

"I keep breaking it down."

"So? Who gives a flying fuck! We'll just re-build it over and over again."

She drops her head down, shaking her head before looking up at me again.

"Y/N, we're Lovesick."

"Lovesick?" I whisper, "You're telling me we shouldn't be together?"

"Of course I want to be with you! I don't care about anybody else- my friends, addicts, my sister, hates me, my parents, dead. My whole entire family is gone, and you're the only one I can turn to." She bursts, "But it's like there's some sort of disastrous love spell put on us! You'll always be that perfect, good girl, always helping the people around you. I'll always be known as the 'Black Widow', the killing machine! Good and evil never works well together."

My mouth parts, tears falling down. There was complete silence, just our sad eyes staring at each other. "Natasha, do me a favor and come closer to me."

Hesitating, she stands up and lean forward. Her eyes flicked down to my lips, then back to my eyes. I just scanned her face before lifting up my hand and slap her across the face. Her head cocks back, moving her jaw around as she slowly nods. She looks back at me, still nodding and clenching her jaw. A red handprint on the side of her face. I failed miserably trying to stay mad and hold a fierce look when I see her eyes look down to my lips again.

"Now, I want you to kiss me." I whisper, "I want you to remember how my lips feel against yours."

Slowly, she leans closer and twist her head to the side. I twist my head to the other side as our lips lock to each other, fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces. My hands reach up to her cheeks as I realize she still hasn't pulled back, but kept moving her lips in a slow rhythm with mine. She held the side of my neck softly, her thumb scraping over my collarbone. Our lips lingered against each other before she slowly pulled away. I draw shapes on her cheek with my hands, giving her the tiniest smile. Seeing her glossy eyes finally gone, I notice my tears starting to dry up and fade away.

She sighed and pulled completely away from me, hands slipping off each other.

She looked me dead in the eyes. "I don't know what came over me." She said softly.

A sympathetic smile forms on my lips. "Apology accepted." I giggle softly, joking. She flashes me a tiny smile. I try to ease the mood. "But, don't ever do that again. You scared the living shit out of me."

She looks down, ashamed. "Sorry." She whispers, true guilt coming through.

"Natasha," I sigh, "I told you before. I want to help you see the good in yourself. Join us, Natasha. Join the SPO. Do it for me."

She hesitates.

"Fine." She whispers.

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