Accidentally on purpose

Chapter 11

ATTENTION!! This is the very last chapter. Enjoy! :)

"Excuse me? Excuse me!" Natasha shouted, trying to get the flight attendant's attention. She succeeded after a few tries and a younger woman came towards her seat.

"Yes, ma'am?" She said, with a kind smile.

"I'm Agent Romanoff, I work for SHIELD and I need you to get me off this plane right now. It's an emergency."

"I apologise, miss. I'm afraid that's impossible."

"Didn't you just listen to what I said? This is an emergency!" Natasha continued, frowning at the woman in front of her. This was an emergency after all. For her.

"I apologise, but we can't.."

Natasha buckled up her seatbelt, ignoring the fact that people all around the plane were staring at her in fear of what she might do.

"Miss! Sit down!"

"I need to get off this plane." Natasha said, her mind suddenly a blur and she felt herself start to tremble once she realised it was too late. She felt someone grab her by the arms and put her back down in her seat.

"Miss, I apologise but you need to sit down and stay calm. You can't get off this plane just yet." Another flight attendant said calmly.

"But.. But this is a ten hour flight." Natasha said, staring out blankly in front of her. "I can't wait that long."

"I'm afraid you have to, miss. Try getting some sleep and we'll arrive in Moscow in no time."

Natasha swallowed some saliva, looking out through the small window again. Ten hours. She couldn't even call him. What was he doing? She put her head against the plane's wall a little too hard, closing her eyes. She tried to ignore the mumbling sound from the rest of the passengers as she thought of him.

Steve walked with heavy steps towards his front door. He had stayed at the airport for hours, sitting on the floor with his back leaned against the wall in hopes that Natasha would magically come back out of that gate. She didn't, of course and eventually other people got themselves ready to board another plane from that very gate. He picked up his phone from his pocked to check the time but realised it was dead. He always forgot to charge that damn thing.

Steve let out a deep sigh, knowing that it was time to get out of there. He was pathetic enough already. Not that he cared much about himself anymore. He didn't have anything left to care about. When he finally reached his front door, he searched after his keys in his pockets and eventually found them and unlocked the door. Steve opened the door and stayed right there in complete silence while looking into his empty apartment. Not a sound could be heard except for his own breaths. Sharon had taken her stuff and moved to a friend of hers for a while until she would find a place of her own, meaning Steve was left with an apartment full of his things. Maybe empty of his things would be a more correct sentence.

He dragged a hand over his face, finding it a bit hard to breathe. How would he survive this? This silence. This loneliness. How would he survive the fact that Natasha was gone? That she left. How would he survive the fact that she left because of him? Because he hurt her. He hurt her so bad she literally left her work, and her friends. Her entire life, because of him. When he felt his heart ache, he almost smiled a bit, well aware of how much he deserved to feel that pain. It's nothing compared to the pain he has caused. He finally took a step into his apartment and closed the door after him. Still, he couldn't move. Steve stood there. He just stood there, staring out over his apartment. He thought he'd never feel worse than that time, all those years ago, when he woke up from that ice. He had been terribly wrong. This was worse, because now he had lost everything. Again.