Help Me Understand.

Chapter 15: Making Plans.

Oh my lord, I am so sorry guys!! Everything has been so crazy lately. My car got wrecked, work has been crazy af, my computer went wonky and deleted all my files so I had to rewrite this chapter and its not as long as it originally was, and my personal life took a huge hit as well. Not to mention I had a huge case of writers block. I am so sorry! So, just so you know, this chapter isn't so long, but it's something for yall!!

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Chapter 15:

As the days dwindled further on into the chilly month of late November, Steve and Natasha didn't go near Derek's or around Tatiana. It was harder than they thought seeing that they all lived in the small town and that they were two of Steve's friends. Derek had even called the day after asking when they had left and why, and all Steve had said was that Natasha had gotten sick from all the sugar and they had to leave early. When he was asked if they all could hang out sometime, Steve simply stated he'd have to see how work went seeing that the holidays were approaching and work would become more demanding. Natasha was rather impressed with his lying skills and how he had improved over the years, but she hated that he had to lie to his friend now. She could see it etched on his face as well, that he hated having to stay away and lie to Derek, but he had told her that until they found out if he was working with Tatiana and if they were a threat, he'd stay away from them.

She looked down at the book that she had been deciphering while she sat in the bay window of the living room under a white afghan blanket. As she had thought, there were several different languages in the book and it would change page to page but that didn't stop her. But she was distracted by her thoughts that were circling around Steve and how he was seemingly losing everything again slowly. Was it too much to ask that the man who sacrificed everything, his home, his love, his life, didn't need to sacrifice his happiness once again?

She huffed loudly and shut the little book rather forcefully before tugging her fingers through her hair harshly as anger and sadness coursed through her, the sudden noise causing Winston to jerk awake on the couch and look over at her. She needed a break from these inescapable thoughts, but it didn't seem to matter when she heard a small chime come from her phone. She picked it up and looked at it, seeing a message from Clint which in turn made her let out a small sigh and lift the device to open the message.

"Look what's trending." 

The message read with a link underneath bringing a raised eyebrow from her. She sighed softly before clicking the link which redirected her to youtube with a title that read "Possessive/Pissed Off Girlfriend At Halloween Party." When the video cut on, a sharp intake of breath echoed in the room as a chill went down her spine. It was of the party at Derek's with someone panning around the backyard before landing on Steve as Alexiss approached him after someone said, "he's right there." 

She watched on with held breath as the camera zoomed in on them and heard a quiet "this outta be good." 

The comment brought a raised eyebrow from Natasha before she saw Alexiss kiss him, setting a fire in her body to the already burning anger she felt. That's when she saw herself, from behind, come into view then and the scene of Alexiss getting kneed in the mouth followed by a "holy shite!" 

Her eyes narrowed at the screen before she let out a deep breath and rewatched the video again, and again, and again before she threw the phone halfway across the room, the device landing in the foyer, in a small cry of anger. She was beyond pissed now thanks to the video, causing her to toss the blanket off of herself and stand. She went to the stairs and climbed them, making her way into the art room then over to the "closet" door before she went up the stairs there and into the little makeshift gym. She reached up and tied her hair into a messy bun, making a mental note to get it cut soon seeing that it was getting too long. She looked up at the encased shield that hung on the wall, unsure of why her anger flared again before she hit the punching bag causing it to swing harshly from the force.