Ooo, ready for some short little flashes of feels? Just a tiny little drabble, y'all. Maybe something more... ;)
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The cries and screams of the redhead were deafening to those that stood close. There she was; laying on the ground, y/h/c hair laying softly upon the dirt and debris that had settled from the explosion only moments before. However, it was not the well constructed bomb that had sent the fallen agent to the ground.
No. What had caused that was something much more sinister. The team had missed an enemy. They had managed to take cover entirely unnoticed by the highly trained Avengers. The slippery Hydra agent had decided to make themselves known by use of gunshot, and it just so happened that the bullet ended up buried deep within the abdomen of y/n.
Y/n. An agent that represents all that Shield attempts to accomplish within the world. She was good natured, and seemed to be well liked by anybody that she came across.
Y/n. A simple should that slipped through the nude lips of a lovestruck Natasha. A prayer; a plead for the sweet release of euphoria in the short hours leading up to sunrise.
Y/n. A name that just this morning, Natasha had uttered to wake up her sleeping lover. To rouse her into the world of consciousness, so that the two could sit and have breakfast together. To go to the cute little coffee shop that her baby had noticed for the first I'm last week. Where the two would sit across from one another, hold hands, and discuss the simplicity of their last mission before their short holiday to Greece.
"Y/n!" A scream bouncing off of concrete walls, and immediately followed by the final shot ringing out. The shot that would take the life of the agent's assailant.
As red seeped from beneath, knees of many dropped around the woman and her lover. Natasha could feel the strength leaving the hand holding hers, yet she refused to believe it so. She continued to persuade Y/n to stand up and brush it off until proper medical attention could be given. However, she knew once those y/e/c eyes disappeared behind her lids, that such a thing was not possible.
"C'mon, sweetheart, you gotta get up..." Nat's eyes began to water, and she quickly hulled the love of he life into her arms and began to move quickly towards the quinjet. Witnessing the slight struggle, Steve was quick to step in an swoop the girl into his own arms before he took off in sprint. The rest of the team followed at a close distance, the fear of losing one of their own motivated them.
Upon finally reaching the aircraft, Steve gently placed Y/n into one of the deep seats. Her head was lulled to the side and her eyes remained opened. The tiny stream of blood escaping the corner of her mouth was nearly the only indication that she was mortally wounded due the sheet darkness of her suit. But above all else, she was unmoving. Still.
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Days had passed, and Natasha was standing beside Steve with little trace of emotion on her pale face.
"Steve, you know what's about to happen ."
With a deep, shaky breath he nodded.
"It was the only way."
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