COMPLETED!
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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Requested by: Anon
This is shit I'm sorry :(
Enjoy!
NATASHAS POV
"You don't have to do this, y/n." I said softly despite the knife pressed to my throat.
"You're my mission." Y/n growled.
"And soon they'd send another one after you. That's how they do things. You are replaceable to them. They don't care about you. Let me help you. There can be a life for you here."
"This is my life. I know nothing else." Y/n hissed.
"Let me help you." Gently I pushed the knife away from my throat, placing my palm on my friends warm cheek.
Under my palm I felt her jaw clench before the knife fell between us.
"Okay."
They told us love was for children, a game that wasn't worth playing. For her I'd play a thousand games and fight through hell just to hold her hand. Somewhere between then and now we fell in love. Somewhere between the cold walls of the red room to here, where we knew nothing but love and friendship, we let out souls intertwine and push back our nightmares for the betterment of each other.
Love wasn't for children. People who didn't understand love thought it was for children. And y/n and I understood love on levels beyond explaining.
