Special Touch Part: Two

Chapter Sixxxteen

"You're the one who told me to call and check in." You scoffed playfully, popping a grape into your mouth.

"Yeah, I know I did, baby," Natasha groaned, and you could feel the eye roll through the phone, "But I'm in the middle of something."

"You tied down?" You wiggled your eyebrows with a smile, eating another as you chopped some peppers, "Handcuffs? Or rope or zip ties or-"

"Sweetheart, can this wait?" She huffed, "Kind of conducting an interrogation."

"But you'll be home by six?"

"Yes, I promise."

"You missed our six-month anniversary," You reminded her, "I'd hate for you to miss our one year."

"I believe I made that up to you, didn't I?" She smirked, glancing up at her captor who looked confused by the interrogation part.

"That was a hell of a night," You sighed wistfully, leaning over the counter, and eating more grapes, "But it'd be better if you were here on the day...well, maybe not better, but more traditional or...something."

"Distracted?" She cocked an eyebrow even though you couldn't see it.

"Well, now you've got me flustered." You grumbled.

"Even after all this time." She hummed and you chuckled.

"Alright, alright, I'll let you go, I have to finish prepping for the tacos."

"And I'll bring the coffee." She smiled, remembering your first meal together.

"Love you and stay safe."

"Love you too and I'll be home before you know it."

You hung up the phone and so did her captor, having held it on speaker phone this entire time.

"I'm going to kill your girlfriend whether you tell me where she moved to or not."

"Oh, Jasmine," Natasha clicked her tongue, eyeing the agent with a smirk, "There's no way in hell I'm going to let you step foot in the same state as her again."

Back in Brooklyn...

You hummed along to the song you had playing while you prepared all the ingredients, much more than last time since this dinner was actually planned and smiled over at the small black box that you kept on the counter, safely away from the mess. Biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling too widely, you got back to work, and tried not to let the nervous butterflies flood your stomach.

She'll say yes.

You knew in your heart she would.

That night, forever ago, you had made chicken tacos, but since then, you found out that her favorite are fish, so you decided to make both. One for sentiment and one because she actually preferred it.

You were starting to chop the cherry tomatoes when you accidentally sliced the tip of your finger, nothing too bad, but enough to have you rushing over to the sink, hoping to avoid bleeding on the vegetables. Then you chuckled to yourself, out of habit going to touch the cut with your other finger, but then nothing happened, and you started to panic.

"Still recharging," You muttered encouragingly to yourself, "Still just resting, the power is just...weak."

You dried it off and got a Band-Aid from the bathroom, wrapping it securely after using a bit of antibacterial and was only put off because now you had to cook with a man down, but other than that, you weren't too bothered by the whole thing.

It was getting closer to the time, so you started cooking the chicken and fish after seasoning it properly, going to relax in the living room with Ollie since everything else was ready to go. You had timed it perfectly where you could set it all out and have it semi cooled right when she walked in the door at six.

The past month or so, she's been a little different around you and part of you knew it was because you lied – or just avoided, yeah let's go with avoided, the questions about Logan.

The truth was, you didn't really know what had happened after you left him in there for dead, bleeding out on the floor while he was cuffed to a radiator, but all you saw was red and it scared you to think maybe you hadn't left him like you thought.

You were only internally ashamed of yourself because you had almost crossed that animalistic line and you knew this power ran in your family, it was sourced from your mother in some way, so your biggest fear was going dark and not being able to find the light again.

But what if you had pushed further, tapped into another part of your powers you didn't realize you h-

"Fuck!" You hissed, looking down at where your hand stung just to see a deep gash forming in your palm, "What the hell is-" You cut yourself off when it felt like you had been punched in the face, your nose bleeding and your skull pounding.

"The fuck is happening..."

You choked on some blood as you stumbled back into the kitchen, feeling woozy suddenly, where you had left your phone on the island for a timer on the food, swiping it just before you fell to the floor, crying out in agony.

Your hand went to your side and when you pulled it back, it was dark red and warm.

Blood.

You held your side with a cringe and scrolled for Doctor Bruce Banner's contact which was further down since he was under 'Lesbian Maker' but you pressed it before another hit to your shoulder came.

"Hello?" The doctor picked up a moment later and you knew he was still at the tower because he rarely left before eight, but he also rarely answered his phone so quick unless he was already at work, "Y/n? You there?"

"Banner..." You choked out, desperate for him not to hang up and leave you here alone without any help.

"Y/n, what's wrong? What's going on?"

Ollie came over to you as you slumped against the island, trying to stop the bleeding with only your hands, but it was coming out so fast, and he whined loudly, tapping his toes anxiously.

"Please, h-hurry." You groaned out, tears streaming down your face from the pain, and could feel another searing white-hot hole ripping through your leg, but you were out of hands and you were just forced to watch the blood start to pour out.

"On my way."