The way it should have been||N.  Romanoff

The way it should have been||N. Romanoff

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"You love her," Clint said in a loving and warm tone. "... Yeah... I think I do. And I'm scared." Natasha said slowly still staring at Madeline. Is that what it is? Is this love I'm feeling, Nat, questioned herself. Would she even love me back? Nat started to overthink it, looking away from Madeline. As soon as Nat looked away Madeline turned towards her looking at her lovingly. I am so in love with her, Madeline thought to herself. Unlike Nat, Madeline was aware of her feelings and accepted them. She didn't overthink them. She wanted to show Nat what being in love felt like. In more than one way. She wanted to be in love, show love, make love, all of it.
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About You

I pushed her off me and down to the floor, "don't touch me." "What the fuck is your problem?" Wanda sighed, standing up and brushing the dust off her clothes. "I don't know what you mean," I replied bluntly, turning to walk off again. She scoffed and walked after me quickly, angrily and muttering curses under her breath. I laughed in disbelief and turned to look at her, stopping her in her tracks. Even right now she looked fucking gorgeous, her hair hanging down around her face and shoulders. Nat's old jacket and an old black dress that her red bra peaked out from underneath and her necklaces hung between her breasts. "What are you looking at?" she asked quietly as I stood before her. I shook my head but kept my eyes on her. She shrugged her shoulders as if to ask me 'what the fuck are you doing'. I took a deep breath at what I was about to do and cupped her cheeks, smashing my lips against hers. Once she realised what I was doing, she sighed and kissed me back passionately. Our tongues fought for dominance as her hands found their place on my hips and pulled me closer.

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