I was raised by my dad, James Barnes, others know him as Bucky the wintersoldier. When I was twelve he started dating a work colleague, the famous black widow.
We got along pretty quickly and someday she moved in with my dad and me.
When I turned...
I just leave the building where I had my first meeting with my theraphist. She seems nice but something tells me not to trust her. I don't know, call it instincts.
I'm on my way back to the compound when a familiar car stopps in front of me. The window drops down and the pretty red head smiles at me.
"Hey pretty girl, you often here?" She asks. "No not really." I answer and chuckle. "Need a tour through the city?" She asks. "Sorry I already have a girlfriend." It slips out of my mouth and her eyes widen.
I then open the door and take a seat on the passenger seat. Natasha starts driving down the road.
"Girlfriend huh?" She asks and I feel how my cheeks redden. "I... uhm... sorry it just ca-" I start but she interrupts me "I would love being your girlfriend." She speaks and our eyes meet for a short moment.
"So then you're my girlfriend now." I speak proudly and intertwine our fingers.
"How was your meeting?" Natasha asks after a while of driving. "It was okay." I answer, not really in the mood to talk about it. "You wanna talk about it?" She asks and I answer with a "no".
"Where are we going?" I ask when I see we drive past the compound. "Well I told you as soon as your wrists are healed and you're feeling better I drive you to the forest hut." She answers and a big smile appears onto my lips.
This means just she and me. Alone. Without any interruptions. Without akward moments with dad.
"Y/N wake up." I feel a soft shake on my shoulders and my eyes slowly flutter open. "Hey sleepy head. We are here." She speaks and I look at the hut. It still looks beautiful, just like the last time.
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We get out of the car and Natasha takes out two sport bags, giving me one. "I hope it's wnough clothes for you." She speaks. "Yeah, and when not I will steal yours." I answer and giggle.
Natasha opens the door with the key and we walk into it. It looks exactly like the last time we were here. In my memories it was not as pretty as it is in real now.
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