Natasha stayed in her position for days. The only time she would move would be to get food for her child. Just because her life has now broken doesn't mean she should at least try to look after her only son.
After a month of no sleep or food, Natasha was now weak and starting to loose her special abilities. Until a hand rested in her shoulder. She didn't turn to see who it was or anything. "Just arrest me. I don't give a shit anymore. I've lost all hope." She cried.
"I was going to say how nice of you to wait for me." A deep masculine voice rang through her ears and her heart speed increased. She turned and met black eyes that turned into a beautiful set of ocean blue eyes that she fell for. "Before you ask how, just remember one thing. I can never die." Winked and gave her a strong embrace.
"I love you so much you bastard." She laughed with tears in her eyes and gave him a strong kiss which he great-fully returned with just as much force.
"I love you too you bitch." He laughed and noticed how weak she was. "Your weak. You need food and a drink." They walked to the closest café. "Shawarma. You in the miss for that." He asked his weak wife.
"I'm in the mood for anything." She gave him a seductive smirk but her pale and weak face put him off the thought. She was too weak anyway.
"We should just stick to food for now." He carried her inside and found a recipe sheet and copied everything to make the perfect shawarma meal for his vulnerable wife. When he finished, he sat opposite her and gave her the meal he made.
While she was eating she asked. "So, how did you come back? I saw him rip you apart."
"I don't know. My body has something in it like a magnet I think and they just formed together. It took a while cos if all the other bodies in the way and how far apart my body was thrown. I'm so sorry I left you." He looked down with sympathy but she put a hand under his chin to make him look back up.
"I love you, okay. I would have waited forever." They smile a genuine smile for once and kissed with passion and love.
Once their 5 minutes make out sessions finishes, they walk out the small shawarma café holding each other's hands while James if asleep and rested on Natasha's hip. They crush bones and bodies as they walk down the streets. "What we going to do now?" She asks while stopping and looking at him.
"Whatever you want darling." He smiles down at the view. The view of his family.
"I've also had this feeling that we were the only three in this world. Why not make it happen?" She smiles sweetly and innocently.
"I can't say no to you." His kisses her softly. "Gun shot the Queen on England." He adds before Natasha can take her.
"Screw you. I'm taking her gran kids then." He picks her up bridle style.
"But first I think we should try and grow our army." He says and she takes the hint. "I love you."
"I love you too." They run into an apartment and find a crib in one room with a dead baby in and in another room was a king sized bed that had white sheets on but are now stained red. "So James can go in the crib and as soon as we hear a noise we go to him." She puts him down and starts the making if their family.
