"You were calling out for Scarlett" Natasha informs me, sitting down next to me. She hands me a cup; I realise it's hot chocolate. She remembers I like hot chocolate. "I didn't realise you still dream about her."
"She was my best friend" I reply, I've called several people my best friends, but nobody has been able to compare to what I had with Scarlett. As sweet and understanding as Peter and Henry are, they're not Scarlett. I love the two of them and I'd do anything for them, but they aren't Scarlett.
"Well, she wasn't a very good best friend" Natasha says.
"You don't get to judge any of my friends after what you did, you wanted to use me and then throw me in a cell when I couldn't serve you anymore" I snap venomously, Natasha looks slightly surprised by my response. I was working through what Natasha and Steve did, but now I'm just angry at the world and she happens to be in the world.
"The plan wasn't to lock you in a cell" Natasha says quietly. I cross my arms and don't say anything, staring pointedly down at the floor. Natasha places her hand on my shoulder, and I shrug it off, moving away from her. "Clover loved you; she wouldn't want this anger and bitterness for you."
"I know" I reply, not sure what else there is to say. Clover probably wouldn't want me pushing everyone away and trying to kill Zed, but she's gone. I'm the one who has to live without her, all because she decided to save my life. "But I..." I have nothing to say to Natasha's words.
"You're focusing on the anger because you can't handle the pain" Natasha says quietly, I glance at her. "Tell me about Clover, anything you want."
"She liked the stars" I answer, remembering all our conversations about the stars and constellations. "Her favourite colour was green; she didn't like coffee. She risked her life for mine multiple times, and I couldn't save her, I'll never forgive myself for that."
"She sounds wonderful" Natasha says sincerely, tears blur my vision and I take a deep breath. Clover stayed up with me when I couldn't sleep, she held me while I cried over Scarlett's death, and she risked her life for mine.
"If she had left the room, she'd still be here" I say and tears roll down my face, I place my hand over my mouth and lie down on my bed, curling into a ball.
"She wanted you to live" Natasha says gently, placing her hand on my shoulder. More tears stream down my face and I can feel my body shaking as I cry.
"I wish she was here" I sob, tears streaming down my face. I wish Clover was here, I wish she was the one comforting me instead of Natasha. Clover was mine, she loved me more than anyone and I loved her more than anyone.
"You'll get through it, I promise" Natasha says, I sit up and Natasha wraps her arms around me without hesitation, pulling my head towards her chest. "We're all here for you, I know I've caused you pain, but I do care about you Storm."
I cling to Natasha; despite everything I still care about her, and I believe her when she says she cares for me. "I should've forgiven Clover earlier; we could've had more time together." We didn't have enough time, there's so many people I didn't have enough time with, I didn't have enough time with Clover or Scarlett or Ashton.
"Sometimes we don't get enough time with the people we love; I really wish that wasn't something you had to learn so young" Natasha says. I'm just so tired of all this, I'm tired of losing people and being in pain.
"I'm tired, Nat, I'm so tired" I whisper as more tears roll down my cheeks. Natasha tightens her grip around me and strokes my long brown hair with one hand.
"I know, my sweet girl, I know" Natasha says soothingly. "But you're so strong, we'll get you through this."
"I'm sorry I was so mean to Tony and Charles" I say, I'm aware I should apologise to them instead of Natasha, but they aren't here right now.
"You don't need to apologise, it's okay" Natasha replies. Tony is one of the most forgiving people I've ever met. "Why don't you lie down and try to get some rest? I'll stay, you're safe with me, I promise." I am aware of how tired I am, mentally and physically, so I don't protest and lie down. I can feel Natasha pulling the sheets up and over my body.
*Author's Note* Natasha Romanoff is one of my faves.
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Beautiful Ruins
Azione"Maybe there was a fleeting moment where I wanted to be a hero and believed I could be one, but the truth is I'm not, I won't ever be. My past does define me, it made me a villain" - Storm. Fifteen-year-old Storm is the daughter of Black Widow and I...
