Broken Hearts Club

Chapter 10

"Matt. Did you try to find him? With the help of someone?" He asked her after he read the letter she received.

She shook her head,"I thought that, he'd love me enough to return back to me. I stopped searching and now he's telling me not to find him," she said as she sobbed.

Steve sighed and took her into a hug,"it's okay. I've got you."

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Her head was on his lap as he lightly played with her hair, a blanket draped over her. She had spent the last few minutes sobbing in his hugs, ended up falling asleep on his lap. Her auburn hair, curled on the ends covered parts of her face, it splayed like a river of red, meandering as it was laid on his lap. Her long lashes was clearly visible from his point of view. One hand underneath her head and the other beside it, like a baby having a goodnight sleep.

She looked beautiful,  an exquisite form of perfection.

He slowly stood up, careful to ensure that he had not woken her up. He carried her, one hand under her knees and the other under her neck as she snuggled her face onto his chest, as if seeking warmth and comfort. He set her down on her bed, pulled the blankets over her and dimmed the lights.

The light highlighted her features like a silhouette, shades of fading yellow and darkness all round her features. A sight not to be missed. He found a paper on her bedside and grabbed a pencil and started to paste her beauty onto the paper.

He wondered, what was Matt Murdock thinking when he decided to leave her? Anyone who had her must be very lucky. Not only she was physically beautiful, she had a personality not many woman has, she's independent, hilarious, stubborn in both good and bad ways, knowledgeable he can tell.

It pained him to see how she's so broken because of Matt. He felt it was necessary for him to bring him back to her, make her happy again. But, what about the huge hole on his own heart? Who's gonna fill it up and make him happy again? Who's gonna help him?

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"Why are you here?!" Natasha asked her voice loud and surprised with a slight hint of sleepiness when she walked in to the dining room and found Steve with a sketchbook and a pencil on his hands.

He jumped on his seat and dropped his sketchbook,"Good morning, Tasha. I made you breakfast," he said gesturing to the bowl across him.

"You haven't answered me."

"I stayed over last night. Had to make sure you were having the proper rest and diet," he sighed and waved her over.

"I can take care of myself perfectly fine, Steve. Thank you," she said but took a seat across him anyway.

"What's this?" She asked him while pointing to her bowl full of berries, slices of bananas and granola.

"A smoothie bowl, eat that it'll make you feel better," he said as he continued sketching.

"I want pancakes," she whined. Sheesh, Natasha was such a child at times.

"Come on, Nat. Eat it, it's healthy. Stop whining like a child," he said as his voice got slightly more demanding.

"Then stop treating me like a child,I'm turning 25 in a few days," she said and grabbed her spoon and tried to taste the dish. Steve just nodded as he was too engaged with his drawing until things registered in his brain.