"you loved the amber skies so much"
( 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 )
❛ the world was cruel
so cruel,
but she was the best thing in the universe ❜
in which they find some everlas...
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XXIII. EMPTY PROMISES
Natasha climbed out of bed, putting her feet on the floor. She looked out onto the piles of things that were sitting on the table. There was a tug in her gut. She looked and noticed a pile of smaller pride things. She smiled softly and heard a voice behind her.
"Mama?"
The scene flipped. Natasha was holding a little girl, who was wearing a black dress. There were people all around her, also dressed in black. She recognized Clint, Laura, Maria, and weirdly Tony Stark, who stood with his assistant.
Natasha sat up. "Amara?" She asks, feeling the sheets next to her. They were cold. She tossed aside her blankets and hurried out. Amara still was nowhere to be found. "Amara?" There was no reply. She looked at her surroundings and realized she was not in her apartment. "Amara!" She fell to the ground instantly being comforted by a blonde man.
Natasha sat up, panting. Amara rolled over calmly and wrapped her arms around Natasha. She tucks her head into Amara's chest as Amara rocks her back and forth, humming the lullaby Natasha would sing to her.
"Are you okay?" Amara asks, her lips resting on Natasha's head.
"Yeah, now that you're here," She replies, her face burying further into Amara's chest.
"I will always be here," Amara says, her arms wrapping around Natasha, pulling her as close as she can get. Natasha had her arms wrapped around the bottom of Amara's back, comforted by the warmth of her body.
"I love you," Natasha says, looking up at Amara.
"I love you too," Amara says, pressing their lips together.
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"You ready?" Amara asks.
"Yep," Natasha says as she ties her pride flag around her shoulders. They each held a sign under their arms, Amara's sign said: 'because only fragile egos fear equality' written in the rainbow. Natasha's said: 'Even if being gay was a choice, so what? people choose to be assholes and they can get married'. Amara had a rainbow flag painted on her face and the lesbian flag on the other side.
They head down to the subway, holding hands. They got dirty looks, sure but neither of them cared. They weren't scared. Should they have been?
That was a question to be answered later.
They walked into the street. There were so many people, yelling, waving flags, and holding signs. There were those people who stood on the sides telling the people marching to 'go back to Jesus' and 'homosexuality is a sin'. There were also those good people who would cheer for them. Amara looked over and saw a couple holding a 'free mom hugs' and a 'free dad hugs' sign. Amara went over and got hugs from them, tears in her eyes.
The two of them were holding hands, raising their signs, yelling. They wanted to be able to get married in the future (they hadn't talked about it really, but they both wanted it. Fingers laced together, the two of them walked by some drag queens and a few more marchers.
A little spit on their shoes doesn't really affect them. They don't care that they get called sinners, but it's when people use religion to excuse their hatred, it really sets Amara off. They hated that their rights get debated on a daily basis. They wanted to be able to be in love without people judging them.
They hung a few pride flags from their balcony and their windowsills. They probably wouldn't take them down, unless they moved or something. The two of them felt lucky to be members of such an amazing community.
Amara knew the history of pride. She actually learned it when she first came out. Pride began with the stonewall riots in 1969. Police raided the stonewall inn where they did gender checks on the trans women and men in the bar. The raid began a series of six-day riots with violent law enforcement who intervened.
Amara saw a sign as she walked that said: 'Remember stonewall, trans people are people too'. She looked at the face of the sign-holder and saw an old friend: Maddison.
"Natasha! Baby, look who it is!" Amara says, pointing to the woman behind them. Maddison was holding a little kid on her shoulders. They didn't want to disturb her, but they would make it a point to call her.
They keep walking, all of the people's energy still at the height it was when they started. Of course, our ladies were beginning to get tired, but it didn't dare slow them down (they are gay they walk fast.).
"I love you," Amara says, leaning her head on Natasha's shoulder.
"And..."
"I'm tired," She says.
"Me too," Natasha says. "We're getting old." Amara laughs at this. They slowly head back to the subway, hands still linked. They're drunk on rainbows, sunshine, and love.
But that's not how all of life is.
The next thing they know, they're back at their apartment. It's warm in the room, but they notice something's off. There's a horrible smell flowing through the apartment. Shreds of flags are littered across the room. Things are broken, the place is a mess.
Amara's hand flies up to her face, Natasha drops her hand. They're shocked. there were so many questions: 'how did someone know where they lived?', 'who did this?', and most importantly, are they still in the apartment?'. Natasha grabbed her gun out of her thigh holster, Amara grabbed hers from the drawer. They searched the place with an unsteady hand. Amara trembled but still tried to stay strong. Natasha was scared too, but she didn't dare show it.
Once they were sure there was nobody still in the apartment, Amara called the police, and Natasha called Clint.
"Hello?" Clint asks, picking up the phone.
"Hi Clint it's us, can we stay with you guys for a little while?" Natasha asks.
"Yeah, are you guys okay?" Clint asks.
"We can't stay at our apartment anymore," Natasha says.
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This was a pretty eventful chapter that kind of left on a cliffhanger. I've never been to a pride parade (I was gonna go this year but...) so I hope it was a good chapter. I also hope you learned something.
I also updated my bio, and I thing that (even cis peeps) should normalize putting pronouns in their bio, because it helps our T and NB people. I really changed the entire aesthetic of my page, so go check it out.
Also go look at my story for all of my OCs, I realized that I have so many, I should probably make a book, so I'm trying to uptdte that as much as I can.
I'll see you in a bit for the next chapter. also shoutout to the music artist: Egg for making such good covers and songs. My favorite cover of hers is 'putting a spin on listen before I go' the song by Billie Eilish.
