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For all those who saw Endgame and had their heart ripped out, this is for you.
Imagines of Natasha Romanoff.
Fluff.
Angst.
Gif.
Smut. (No longer taking smut requests as of 12/18/19)
(GxG , G!p)
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NATASHAS POV
"She's at 1523 North Quintin street. If you don't break up with her, she'll be dead within the minute." A distorted voice said through the speaker of the telephone on the street.
"Who's this?" I asked.
"You'll find out soon enough. Break up with her and and save her life, or the entire mission is compromised."
"You have 2 minutes to get there. The clock starts now. Good luck Widow." The distorted voice cackled before the line went dead. I slammed the phone back into the holder before running off in the direction of my girlfriends apartment.
[...]
"Y/n!?" I yelled bursting into the apartment.
"In the kitchen!" She yelled back. I made my way into the kitchen to see her cutting up vegetables.
"Hey ba-are you okay?" Her eyebrow raised as she took in my disheveled appearance.
"We need to talk." I said in a dry voice, putting up my emotional mask and stone cold expression.
Y/n set the knife on the counter, clearing her throat as she stood up straight, "Did... did you cheat on me?"
"No." I replied instantly.
Her shoulders visibly released, "Good. That's.. good."
"I do want to break up, though." My heart cracked in my chest when I saw the hurt expression break out on her face. She instantly covered it up with a mask and began continuing cutting up vegetables.
"Oh. I mean, if that's how you feel." She shrugged.
"You're not going to fight for me?" My voice betrayed me and cracked.
"Why would I fight for someone who wants to get out of this relationship?" Her eyes glanced at me.
"Because you love me." I gulped.
"Well then if I love you then I have to set you free."
I nodded my head, eyes watching her cut the vegetables on the cutting board, "Well, then it is how I feel."
"Is there a certain reason you want to leave? Am I not good enough for you?" The woman asked hesitantly.
I paused for a moment, my mind drifting off as my heart started to turn cold. Break her heart, my thoughts screamed at me. If you break her heart she'll hate you and never want anything to do with you. It'll be easier.
"No. In fact, I could do so much better." I spat.
Tears welled in her eyes and I knew I did more than just hurt her. I broke her.
"Fuck you!" She cries, throwing her water bottle at me.
"You wanted the truth and that's the cold heart of it!" I dodged the water bottle, hearing it land on the floor behind me. "You don't satisfy me."
"Well then go and find a slut who will! That's what you did before you met me, right!?" She screamed at me.
My heart broke and I knew karma was a bitch. Y/n said things she didn't mean when she was angry, that was one of her flaws. But I knew what she said, she meant. She was hurt, I hurt her, and she wanted to make me hurt too.
This is why I didn't like to mix work and relationship. I wanted to save myself from the heartbreak and possible pain if it didn't work out. I guess I should have prepared myself if it did work out.
