Maybe We're Just Kids | Natasha Romanoff AU

Chapter 5: I don't have a chapter name

Natasha lay in her bed on Saturday morning, feeling like a slumped mess. The sunlight filtered in through her curtains, casting soft patterns on the walls, but she barely registered it. She was tangled in her sheets, the events of the previous night replaying in her mind like a broken record.

Jenna Grey-Sinclair had actually kissed her.

The thought sent a jolt through her stomach, a mix of exhilaration and panic. She couldn't believe she had run away like that. What was she thinking? Her heart raced at the memory of their lips touching, the warmth of the moment, and how everything felt so right until it didn't.

The sounds of her family and friends in the living room, still asleep after their late-night game night, were muffled but comforting. Yelena had stayed up way too late, and Natasha could hear her snoring softly from the couch. A part of her wished she could just lay there forever, hiding from her own feelings.

Taking a deep breath, Natasha rolled over and buried her face in her pillow. Why had she panicked? It wasn't like she had never thought about kissing Jenna before. They had clicked so easily, their conversations flowing naturally. But then that kiss happened, and it had thrown everything into chaos.

"What am I even doing?" she murmured to herself, pushing her hands into her hair. She felt so overwhelmed by the mix of emotions—excitement, fear, confusion. It was all too much.

Natasha lay there, her mind racing. Today was the day she had promised to help Jenna with physics too, and the thought of facing her after everything that had happened felt like a mountain too steep to climb. How was she supposed to look Jenna in the eye? The awkwardness was going to be unbearable, and she hadn't even texted Jenna her address for their study session. Now it felt like she never would.

Groaning, Natasha buried her face in her pillow again. It felt like the universe was conspiring against her.

After what felt like an eternity of wallowing, Natasha forced herself to get up and get ready for the day. She took a deep breath and stepped out of her room, but as soon as she did, Yelena was there, dragging her towards the couch.

"Where have you been all night?" Yelena asked, her tone half-joking but laced with genuine concern.

Natasha dropped onto the couch, sinking into the cushions. The living room was a mess of blankets and snack remnants from their game night, and everyone turned to look at her as if she'd just announced the end of the world.

Clint, sprawled on the other end of the couch, raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong, Nat?"

Natasha felt her face heat up as she mumbled, "She kissed me."

The room fell silent for a beat before Clint burst out laughing, and Yelena's eyes went wide. "Wait, what?!"

"she kissed me!" Natasha mumbled again, her face now buried in the couch cushions.

Yelena was practically bouncing in her seat. "SHE WHAT?"

Natasha peeked up, her embarrassment palpable. "Can you not yell?" she groaned.

Clint leaning forward, completely ignoring her request for quiet. "You've got to tell us everything"

Natasha sighed, trying to hide her smile. "There's nothing to tell. I freaked out and ran away."

Yelena crossed her arms, her expression, disbelief. "You just ran away?" she said.

Laura chimed in. "Like with a smile on your face"

Natasha buried her face deeper into the couch cushions. "No, as in 'escape-the-murderer-style' running out the front door like I was her mistress and her husband caught me in her bed!"