natasha romanoff oneshots

poppin pills

drug overdose if ur sensitive to that pls leave
ps i am not a doctor, if i get this wrong i apologize but do not comment on it.

again, if you are sensitive to drug overdose please do not read this. thank you.
angst with a semi happy ending :3

(this is an old story i just took out some parts and fixed it a lil sorry if this makes it seem like a new update!!)

your p.o.v

I sat on my lonely chair in my awfully quiet house- something that is usually unbearable. But today it was blank. Everything felt blank. I didn't even feel butterflies when Natasha kissed my cheek goodbye. Everything was blank except the one thing I wish that was. My mind.

It ran on repeat like a broken record, I tried blaring music, I tried the lessons my therapist taught me. But it was only I tried I tried I tried. It was never I tried and made it, it was always just I tried my hardest and failed.

Thats why I sat on top of my lonely chair, in my lonely house. With my ziplock bag of unknown pills in hand.

no ones p.o.v

You didn't want to hurt Natasha by returning to your drug addiction, but you just felt so lonely without them. The drugs had such a strong hold on you and you hated yourself for not being able to let go fully. You didn't know why you wanted them, since you had gotten everything you never would have on drugs.

But you made the worst mistake of your life that hurt not only yourself but every person who supported you. This time it felt different because you didn't want to wake up from the high that those drugs put you on.

You took every little pill in that baggy and downed it with water, and you sat there.

Everything looked like a fucked up version of the sky. You felt like you could fly, and usually this felt amazing but...

The guilt tore you from the inside out.

You could run your palms along the cotton like clouds, you could fly above them and even grab some only for it to shoot out of your scarred hands and back into the sky.

Something grasped at your face, hands and legs. It was unnerving and you fought to stay up in the clouds, you didn't want to leave.

These dreams are the only thing that kept you happy.

Suddenly you weren't in the sky anymore though.

You couldn't fly anymore.

Something was persistent on pulling you back into reality and you were falling, when I say falling I mean falling hard. While you fell, you began to hyperventilate.

You couldn't breathe anymore, you couldn't fly. You couldn't even run your fingers through the large soft cotton clouds anymore. This isn't what your dream was supposed to be.

You closed your eyes and opened them, and suddenly you were in a different place. Sweat ran down your neck as tears welled up, someone began to squeeze your hand.

Through a shaky and broken voice, you cried out for your girlfriend. Natasha Romanoff.

"Nat-Natasha, I want Nat pl-ease," you sobbed, feeling your throat swelling up and you turned over to puke up nothing but ugly colours.

A hand softly pulled you back to lay down again and you heard the voice of your angel, "Its okay baby, I'm right here. We're in the ambulance and you're gonna get help, okay?" she soothed, though when you squinted at her you could see the tears running down her red cheeks.