Romanrogers With a Twist

-Chapter Four-

*BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS AHEAD*

*Flashback*

-Natasha's POV-

"STEVE!"  I cry out.  It's too late now.  They both ignore me.  They sprint towards the jet, leaving me behind.  They think I am bad person right now, but all I want to do is it to know where they are going.  I know I started out wrong, but I was trying to change it.  

Steve didn't seem alright.  I knew something was up when he decided to leave without telling us why.  I should have asked, but I didn't.  And now he's gone doing who the hell knows.  I just care too much about him to let him go.  Even if it means him going on missions.   But this time I messed up big time.

All the things I did keep coming back down on me.  The mistakes I made.  Pressuring down on my shoulders like the weight of the world.  If I just would have asked in the first placed.  Before he left, I wouldn't have ended up here.  If I just didn't demand, if I asked politely.  If only.  I'm so stupid!  

I slam my fists against the wall.  then I knock my head on it several times.  It's all my fault!  I would never have ended up here!  I turn my body around and slowly lean against the wall, with my face balled up in my knees.  Poor Steve.  I cry and cry.  The tears sting up my face, I keep constantly wiping them.  What will I do without Steve?!  

-A couple hours later-

I hear faint voices in the background.  They seem to be calling out someone, but I can't quite tell who it is.  I bury myself in my knees.  The voice begins to sound more closer.  It sounds like Clint.  "OH MY GOD NAT!"  

I groan slightly at the fact.  I kind of like to be a little more hidden.  I also wanted to sleep a little more.  "Just five more minutes....?"  I ask softly.  My eyes are still closed, so I can't really see anything, but I feel Clint rush up to my side.  I feel him put a hand on my shoulder.  I swear I can picture him facing me with a worried look, with one knee bent at my side, while the other is raised and one hand on my shoulder.  I know him too well.

"No Nat....C'mon!  Get up!"  Clint tries to plead to me.  I open my eyes and twist my head to face Clint.  I glare at him.  

"No."  

"Natasha please!"  Clint now is kneeling on the ground particularly begging on knees for me to get up.  I sigh and start to stand up.  He grins brightly.  "See it wasn't that hard."  

"Yeah I know."  I glare at him.  I love Clint, I've always seen him as a very close friend.  He's has a always acted like a brother to me.  I love his family and they love me.  I don't know what I would do without him.  But sometimes he can be annoying too.  "You know what Clint.  What would happen if I didn't wake up.  I mean it was kind of nice without you being around."  I smirk.  

Clint's face turns astonished by my words.  He shakes his head with a smile on his face.  "You know what Nat, your funny.  What would happen if you never met me?  We never met?  Where would you be?  Hmm?"  Clint smirks.

I lean my head back with a grin stretching across my face.  "Clint...I honestly don't know.  But what I do know.  I wouldn't be here."  I look over at Clint.  

He laughs to himself, shaking his back and forth.  "Your funny Nat.  Really.  Kind of glad I didn't kill you."  He says.  

"Yea....true that."  I say.  "I'd probably still be in the red room too.  World famous Russian Assassin.  I would probably still be with Yelena though."  I smile a little to myself, but my smile fades slowly.