Nat x Wanda x Yelena One Shots

i miss you. - n.r.

Reader...
[mentions of suicide]

It's been a year since I've last spoken to Natasha. Well, I take that back. I've been sending her small gifts to try to get her to contact me. I know, it's weird.

She's already told me she doesn't want to see me, the last time I spoke to her was a few months ago, I finally got the hint. She doesn't love me anymore.

But I can't help but keep waiting. Hoping. Wishing. But I know that won't come around. It usually never does.

I'm not an amazing person to look back on, or miss. I'm not a person people give a second chance to. I'm not... really anything.

So I've been getting my affairs in order.

I went to Bruce a few weeks ago to get a DNR signed.

He's under strict instruction to not speak about it to anyone due to Doctor-Patient protocol. Which thank the gods for that.

My father, Tony Stark, doesn't live in the compound either so there's no way he'd find out about the DNR unless somehow the green bean slips and tells someone.

Natasha does what she can to avoid me in the compound. She's been on a mission for the last few months, so I've had time to move things around and get my affairs in order.

Bruce doesn't know the real reason for the DNR, all he knows is that I wanted to place it incase during a mission I would need to have life saving measures to be performed. I chose for those life saving measures to not be. No one knows other than him, and his team of doctors. Incase the time would be needed for it to be said.

I don't plan on killing myself.

Why would you need to plan on killing yourself when your job is a danger within itself? I take one wrong step and I'm blasted fifteen feet in the air and free falling all the way back down onto whatever ground was beneath me when I was blasted.

The affairs are in order for Natasha.

I had been building a book café for her. Her name on the gifted lease and all. The company has no name yet, but when the time comes it'll be ready for her to make one. She used to speak to me all the time about how she'd want it to look. Everything she's ever wished for, in her name.

Everything she was ever too scared to make, to build as her own. Would be there within a blink of an eye.

How funny? When I die, she'd get everything she ever wished for.

To never see me again, and all her wishes to come true. How amazing. I would get everything I wanted as well. To die knowing I loved and soared for the sun, like Icarus. Just to know that I'd fall. But it'll be okay when I'm gone, because she's everything to me. She'd get everything she wants, and that's all I've ever wanted for her.

One of my greatest wishes to ever come true.

Well... yet to come true.

"Y/n!" I hear Pietro yell from across the compound quickly, and I mean very quickly, getting closer. I hear a pounding on my door. I groan as I get up to answer it.

"Yes, Speedy?" I ask him as he continues to quickly tap on my door although now there is no door to tap on. Just his had quickly moving in the air in a knocking motion.

"Fiery is mad, really mad." He quickly says, but before he has a chance to explain, said person is behind him.

"Y/n. My office. Now." Is all he says before he walks away.

"What'd you do?" Pietro asks

"No idea." I rack my brain for something that I could have done, but there was nothing. The only thing he could be hounding me for is my DNR, and he can't even hound on me for that. It's a personal choice. Like giving your body parts to science after you die, or choosing how you want to be buried.

He can't possibly be angry about that, can he?

As I'm walking to his office, Natasha is coming out of the training room. I make it my mission to not make any sort of eye contact or even look her way.

Not to be rude or act like I'm being petty. Just because, it hurts to see her. It hurts to know she doesn't miss me at all.

I keep walking towards Fury's office, which is a few more turns before I finally get there.

"Shut the door." He says with authority. I cough awkwardly as I shut it before walking back and sitting on the chair adjacent from his desk.

"Agent Romanoff has informed me she'll be going on a mission soon, and has requested for a new partner be instated." He starts off.

I scrunch my eyebrows at the news, Natasha has not worked with me in a mission since before we dated. She hasn't worked with a partner for longer.

"I don't... understand?" I say in a weird tone.

"Agent Romanoff is requesting you be her partner in this next mission, she states you will be vital in many areas of the field she'll be making her way through. She also mentioned that you have yet to be out in the field with your powers."

It's true, Hydra was the one who found me before Natasha helped me escape.

I have the power to fight with my mind, I can snap necks and cause shadows to help me throw punches.

"Wouldn't it be a conflict of interest...?" I ask Fiery.

"I believe so just as much, but Romanoff has made it clear she trusts no one else. So gear up, you're jet takes off in thirty." He gestures to the door.

I get up and leave, shutting the door behind me. But it feels like I'm a ghost.

Natasha wants me to go on a mission with her?

Even while we were dating she refuses to allow me to partner up with her, claiming she was scared I'd be hurt. Or have to leave me behind while she ran to do something else.

My ears were ringing badly as I bumped into something, or someone.

I look up to see her. Her eyes as beautiful as the day we met. Her lips were moving but my ears were still ringing.

Finally the ringing stopped.

"Y/n, you okay?"

"Huh?" I ask finally snapping out of it, quickly taking a few steps back.

"I asked if you were okay?" She says, concerned. I nod my head, not trusting my voice.

"Did Fiery-"

"Yes, he did. I will be in the jet in thirty minutes, I have to get a few things settled before I make my way. I would assume you are in charge during this mission?" I ask making my voice professional, although my eyes have been trained to a wall since we've began talking. I refuse to look at her.

It's like a squeeze to my heart each time.

"Yes. I wanted to ask-"

"With all due respect, Agent Romanoff. I must get my things ready and settled before we leave. I appreciate this chance to prove my skills on the field, and promise to not allow anything to be a conflict of interest. May I be dismissed to go retrieve my things?" I ask, my eyes watering as I look down onto the floor to avoid her seeing me almost cry in-front of her. She clears her throat finally after a minute of silence.

"My apologies, Agent Olivera. You are dismissed." She says, but as her words may pertain authority. Her voice was low, and void of any type of dominance. Almost sad.

But I can't allow myself to believe there was sadness. If I do, then I give myself hope.

And it's been too long for there to be any hint of hope anymore.