Plot: An unwanted someone from Natasha's past has been somehow haunting her through her bathroom mirror.
3rd pov:
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"Hey you." Natasha heard as she stepped into the threshold of her bathroom. "Ugh. Come on I just want one peaceful night!" She groaned throwing her head back. "Do you know what today is?" You asked cheeky smirk on your face. "March 17th, why?" She asked looking at you. "Well I was wondering..." You trailed off as she rasied an eyebrow at you. "Don't you think it's kinda cute, that I, died. Right inside your arms that night?" You asked doing as she did and raised an eyebrow. "Y-Y/n. I'm so sorry." She said but you ignored her as you continued talking. "But I'm fine Even after I died." You said smiling as you waved goodbye disappearing.
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