WIDOWS ANGEL|| NATASHA X YN

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As Natasha returned from her mission, the weight of her guilt hung heavy on her shoulders. She had been so focused on her duties as an Avenger that she had neglected the one person who mattered most to her—Y/N. With each passing day, she had watched as Y/N grew stronger, their laughter and vitality returning, but she had been too caught up in her own world to notice the distance that had grown between them.

As she approached Y/N's room, Natasha's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with a thousand different thoughts and regrets. She knew that she had to make things right, that she couldn't let her fear and insecurity stand in the way of her happiness.

With a deep breath, Natasha knocked softly on the door, her heart hammering in her chest as she waited for a response. When Y/N opened the door, her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Natasha standing before her.

"Natasha? What are you doing here?" Y/N asked, their voice filled with confusion.

Natasha took a step forward, her gaze steady as she met Y/N's eyes. "I need to talk to you, Y/N. Can I come in?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment before nodding, stepping aside to allow Natasha to enter the room. As they sat down on the bed, Natasha took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say.

"I've been a terrible friend, Y/N," Natasha began, her voice tinged with regret. "I let my duties as an Avenger come between us, and I didn't realize how much I was hurting you until it was too late."

Y/N listened in silence, their expression unreadable as Natasha poured out her heart, her words filled with remorse and longing. When she finally fell silent, she looked up to find Y/N watching her with a mixture of surprise and understanding.

"I've been so caught up in my own world that I forgot to see what was right in front of me," Natasha continued, her voice soft but filled with determination. "You mean everything to me, Y/N. And I don't want to let my mistakes stand in the way of what we could have together."

Y/N's eyes softened at Natasha's words, a warmth spreading through their chest at the sincerity in her voice. "Natasha, I... I forgive you. I know you didn't mean to hurt me."

Natasha's heart swelled with relief at Y/N's forgiveness, but she knew that words alone were not enough to make things right. With a newfound resolve, she took Y/N's hand in hers, her gaze steady as she met their eyes.

"I want to make it up to you, Y/N," Natasha said softly. "I want to show you how much you mean to me, how much I care about you."

Y/N's breath caught in their throat at Natasha's words, a spark of hope igniting within them. "What are you saying, Natasha?"

Natasha's lips curved into a tender smile as she leaned in closer, her eyes shining with emotion. "I'm saying... I want to ask you out, Y/N. I want to take you on a date, to show you how much you mean to me."

Y/N's heart raced with excitement at Natasha's confession, a rush of emotion flooding through them like a tidal wave. They reached out, cupping Natasha's cheek in their hand, their gaze locked with hers.

"Yes, Natasha," Y/N whispered, their voice filled with love and longing. "I would love to go on a date with you."

--time skip--

Natasha and Y/N's date was a magical evening, filled with laughter, shared stories, and stolen glances across the candlelit table. They dined at a cozy restaurant tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, the soft glow of fairy lights casting a warm, romantic ambiance over the scene.

As they savored each bite of their meal, Natasha and Y/N found themselves lost in conversation, their words flowing freely as they talked about everything and nothing—dreams, fears, hopes for the future. It felt as if time stood still, the outside world fading away as they reveled in the simple joy of each other's company.

Throughout the evening, Natasha couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the person sitting across from her—Y/N's eyes sparkling with laughter, their smile lighting up the room with warmth and kindness. They were a vision of grace and strength, and Natasha felt lucky to have them by her side.

As the night wore on, Natasha and Y/N took a leisurely stroll through the city streets, hand in hand, their footsteps echoing in the quiet night air. They wandered through parks and gardens, lost in the magic of the moment, until finally they found themselves standing on a bridge overlooking the shimmering lights of the city below.

In that moment, with the soft glow of the moon illuminating their faces, Natasha knew that she had found something special—something worth fighting for. She reached out, cupping Y/N's cheek in her hand, her heart pounding in her chest as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against theirs in a tender kiss.