I'm Sorry | Natasha Romanoff

Chapter 9: Prada

An: You guys remember when I said short story.... anyways... mostly flirting this chapter. (This was supposed to be out last night but I changed my email and couldn't log into to my wattpad)

Also here is a list of songs I think Jenna would listen too lmao (Im old. Idk if wattpad lets you link stuff)
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Oikyid2Xnseml2QujuTwl

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The car's engine sputtered and then fell silent, leaving the interior enveloped in an unsettling quiet. Natasha glanced at the fuel gauge, which had long since dipped into the red zone. She sighed, knowing what was coming next.

"Great" Natasha muttered to herself before turning to Jenna, who was still leaning back, eyes closed, trying to rest. She gently shook Jenna's shoulder. "Hey, wake up."

Jenna stirred, her eyes fluttering open, revealing a groggy expression. "What's wrong?"

Natasha forced a grin, trying to keep the mood light. "We're out of gas."

Jenna's eyes widened, and she sat up quickly, the realization dawning on her. "Out of gas? Are you serious?"

"Yep" Natasha confirmed, nodding towards the empty gauge. "We'll have to walk."

Jenna's face fell, and she slumped back against the seat. "But... but we're in the middle of nowhere. And I was just starting to get comfortable."

Natasha chuckled softly. "I know. It's not ideal, but we don't have much choice. We're about an hour away from the nearest town on foot. We can make it if we start now."

Jenna's eyes were wide with a mix of dread and disbelief. "If being on the run with you means I have to give up my luxurious life and walk through the middle of nowhere, I might cry. Do you have any idea how much my shoes cost?"

Natasha laughed, shaking her head. "You'll survive. Besides, you've handled worse."

Jenna groaned, her face contorting in distress. "Natalia, these are Prada! I'd really prefer to keep them clean."

Natasha glanced down at Jenna's designer shoes, raising an eyebrow. "You literally have blood on them."

Jenna's eyes widened as she looked down, seeing the smudge of blood on the pristine leather. She let out a horrified gasp, her hands flying to her face. "Are you serious?"

Natasha tried to suppress a grin. "Well, they're already not in perfect condition. Walking on gravel and dirt isn't going to make them worse."

Jenna reluctantly stepped out of the car, her shoes crunching against the gravel. She looked around at the vast, open landscape and groaned. "This is so not what I signed up for."

Natasha watched Jenna's dramatic exit from the car and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "And what did you think you signed up for?"

Jenna shot Natasha a bewildered look. "I don't know, maybe a bit more of the high life and a lot less of the apocalypse. Maybe a nice five-star hotel with a spa and some fun on-the-run sex."

Natasha chuckled, shaking her head. "You really thought this was going to be a glamorous getaway?"

Jenna glanced at Natasha with a smirk, her frustration replaced by a more playful, cocky attitude. "Well, my fugitive lifestyle was definitely more glamorous before you showed up. Fancy hideouts, high-end everything. Now I'm walking through gravel with blood on my shoes."

Natasha grinned, her tone teasing. "Well, if it's any consolation, we might find a decent place to stay in the town ahead. And as for the other part—"