Steve Rogers thought he was one of the lucky ones but Natasha Romanoff, well, she thought that she was terribly misfortunate and she would love to kick fate's ass. In a world where soulmates are real, unequivocal marks etched on skin signifying an i...
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Natasha's secret was out.
Her soulmate mark glowed vividly on her skin for all to see, the mark she had once tried so hard to hide. She didn't cover it anymore... what was the point? The man she loved - who had been hers to love - had left her, and she had to let him go because she loved him, because selfishly holding onto him was hurting him. Steve had left Miami, leaving her to shamefully cry on Maria and Wanda's shoulders before they pulled her off her knees and forced her to pull herself together. Who knew the Black Widow would scum to love, a broken heart that shattered like glass? She didn't know where he went, only that he was completely and entirely avoiding her and ignoring her calls. She was weak, pathetic. The epitome of someone she never thought that she'd be, someone she never wanted to be.
Bruce had been kind enough to prescribe her painkillers to ease the pain of being separated from Steve for over a month and a half, but the pain never really faded. It was always there, mocking her, a punishment for lying to him for too, damn long even though the real punishment was being away from him. It was him shutting her out because that's what she deserved, and she understood why he had. Every morning, she awoke feeling nauseous and threw up the dinner she had forced herself to eat the night before. Her body hurt, her chest ached, but it paled in comparison to the pain in her heart.
God, she was a mess.
Yet Fury insisted she and her teammates complete a mission in the heart of Russia.
They weren't a team without Captain America, and she wondered if he would be there. Even if he was, it's not like she could drag him away and plead for forgiveness.
The mission hadto be completed, even though it was really the last thing she wanted to do.
"Are you done puking your guts out, Nat?" Pietro called from outside the locker room. He sounded more concerned than he did annoyed. Since Steve had left, he and Wanda, sometimes even Darcy, had taken it upon themselves to watch over her, staying the night at her apartment during the week. She really didn't mind, and she actually enjoyed their company.
Although, she was rather annoyed with him now.
Heaving for the last time, she squared her shoulders and let her hair fall around her face. "Yeah. I'll be out in a second." She called. Walking over to the sink, she quickly brushed her teeth and looked at herself in the mirror. Her soulmate mark stuck out like a sore thumb, but no one dared to comment upon it since she was the Black Widow. She knew S.H.I.E.L.D agents gossiped about her, however. Many of them had seen Steve shirtless... he was all over the internet, and they quickly put the two and two together. She knew Fury tried to keep the rumors at bay, to nip them in the bud but people were still going to talk. She tried her best to ignore them all.
When she opened the door, it bounced back at her as she hit Pietro who was standing closely behind it. "Ow." He grumbled, stepping back and rubbing the bridge of his nose.
