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Together Again

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst. Cursing.

A/N: I have returned to cause you all pain. NO but honestly, I apologize for such a long hiatus. I've been facing massive writer's block and with school just finishing, I wanted to take some time off so I might be little rusty in my writing. I'm getting back into the rhythm but I still need to come up with new ideas so please be patient with me and thank you all so much for being so supportive. Also, if I missed anything for the warnings, let me know!

“Detka, please, you know I can’t just stay here while everyone else tries to save the world.” Natasha pleaded with you as she desperately tried to take hold of your hand, but you weren’t hearing her. You’ve had enough of her excuses.

Her line of work had gone in between your relationship for more times than you can count and it’s caused both of you to grow distant from each other. It’s been hard enough with her going off through missions and not coming back for months, but now she was a wanted criminal. Her going on the run did little to help your relationship and you don’t know how much more you can take.

“Y/N, you know if there was another way I would—” “Save me the bullshit, Natasha!” You seethed as you stopped in front of your bed, arms crossed over your chest in defense as you looked at her with resentment. “I’ve had enough of your excuses! You can’t make it to our date because you have a secret mission you have to go to? Fine! You forget our anniversary because of how busy you’ve been trying to track down your other comrades? Sure, I don’t give a damn! But now this?! You’re fighting a war you can’t win!”

Natasha shakes her head, eyes flowing endlessly with tears as she looks down at you with a pleading expression. “I’m only trying to protect you, kotenok. I need to do this for us.”

“I don’t need a fucking hero, Natasha!” You exploded, your own tears seeping through your tired eyes. “What I need is a partner who’s actually here for me!”

“And you will have me, moya lyubov. Once all of this is over, you’ll have all of me.” She tries to reason out, looking into your eyes but you merely avoid hers. You let out a bitter laugh, collapsing to the bed, and you grip onto your hair in frustration. “And what if this never ends, Natasha? What then?”

“It will, kotenok.” Natasha consoled, kneeling in front of you, taking hold of your hands and pressing gentle kisses across your knuckles. “I’ll make sure it’ll end. For you, and for me.”

You sat there in silence for who knows how long as you let the sorrow in your heart consume you. You’ve been so sick and tired of this life, so sick and tired of not waking up to see her face in the morning, tired of never being able to hold her as she sleeps, and never being able to love her like you’ve wanted to. You’ve put your life on hold to make room for Natasha, and yet she’s never there.

“I can’t do this anymore, Talia.” You choke out, shoulders shuddering with sobs as you finally match your gaze with hers and you can instantly see the broken look she holds in her eyes.

Natasha swallows a lump in her throat as she feels a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she shakes her head in disbelief and she searches for any hesitance in your eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t keep putting my life on hold for you anymore.” You mumble, sighing to yourself, and you look at her with broken eyes. “I can’t keep loving someone who isn’t here.”

“But I—” Natasha’s sentence dies down in her throat as she watches you slip the silver ring from your finger and you hand it to her. “I can’t, Natasha. I love you, but loving you has killed me inside.”

When those words left your lips, Natasha’s entire world had shattered and she felt the air being knocked right out of her lungs. She looks at you for what felt like an eternity, begging whatever higher being there is for you to take back your words, but you never did.

So, with what strength Natasha had left, she wordlessly got up from where she knelt and she walked out of the door.

You didn’t sleep that night. Or the next few nights after.

That was the last time you ever got to see Natasha.

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“It’s been so hard without you, Talia.” You say with a bitter smile on your lips, tears pricking your eyes as you knelt down to arrange the flowers and gifts that had adorned her gravestone. The stinging in your chest grew more as the words engraved on the stone revealed themselves to you.

Natasha Romanoff.

Daughter. Sister. Avenger.

The embossed Black Widow insignia taunted you as you brushed your fingertips along its jagged surface. Wordlessly, you wracked your brain trying to recall the last conversation you had with her, desperate to recall the sound of her voice, but only the sounds of the leaves dancing with the wind fill your ears. The only other thing that could be heard were the sobs that came from your own mouth.

“I wish I didn’t let you walk out the door that night.” You whimper. “I wish I stopped you.”

You knew in your heart that nothing could have stopped Natasha from walking out that door— regardless of how things ended between the two of you— with the fate of the world in their hands you knew all too well how she would do anything to save it. But you still wish you had tried harder.

The guilt you carried that night laid heavy in your heart, the sight of her broken as she walked away haunting your mind to this day. It was your fault she walked out of your life that night, and you could only ever wish that things had ended differently.

Five years. It had been five years since the blip happened. It had been five years since Thanos had won against Earth’s mightiest heroes. Everyone’s lives had changed, half of the world was dusted away and nothing felt the same.

But to you, five years felt like five seconds. And the sorrow of losing Natasha felt as strong as the night you let her walk out of your life.

You looked for her after finding out the truth of the blip, thinking that they had finally won the battle, hoping that there would finally be a chance for you, wishing that maybe you two would finally be able to live the life you’ve both been dreaming of— but fate had played a sick trick on both of you.

When you managed to contact Clint, all he could tell you was that they had lost Natasha. He also told you that Vision and Tony had passed away, but you were far too distraught at the loss of her for anything else to register in your mind. You begged him to tell you what happened, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell you the details. The only thing he said was, “All you need to know is that she saved the world.”

You’ve never been able to move on since then. Peace was nonexistent as you tried to go on without Natasha, never being fully able to cope with her death since you don’t know what happened. You were desperate, but no one was giving you any answers.

And now here you stand at the foot of her grave. They were never able to retrieve her body, it was just a headstone adorned with flowers and gifts from those who looked up to her.

“I’m sorry, Talia.” You cried as you knelt in front of her tombstone, clutching on to it like a lifeline as sobs wracked your entire body. “I should never have told you all those things I said that night. I’m so sorry. Please come back to me. Come home to me, Talia.”

Nothing but silence answered you, the wind taunting your agony as it picked up its speed and all you could hear were your own regrets and the only thing you could feel was the all-consuming pain in your heart.

Too engrossed in your own heartache, the distant sound of wisps and footsteps crunching against the leaves became a mere buzz in your mind.

But the feeling of someone watching you has sent you on high alert and you turn around to see a face you haven’t seen since Steve and Tony’s fight.

You were frozen in place as you looked at her, her auburn hair and red clothing bringing a nostalgic feeling in your heart. “W-Wanda?”

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Y/N?” She questioned, voice gentle as she stepped closer to you, and the wisps around her disappear as she pockets her hands. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“I’m sorry for your loss as well.” You choke out, your throat feeling like sandpaper and you look up at her. “I heard about Vision. It must’ve been hard for you as well.”

You expected a sorrowful look on Wanda’s face, but she had looked far happier than you could’ve ever expected, and she shakes her head at you. “You don’t need to worry about me, my friend. I’ve learned to cope with my loss.”

With your brows furrowed and confusion littering your mind, questions had erupted in your head as you tried to figure out how she was so put-together after the loss of her own love. “Wh-What? What do you mean? And what are you doing here? I heard you were in some place called Westview?”

“I came to visit my old comrade.” She explains and she places a single flower on Natasha’s grave before she turns to you with a smile. “It just so happens that our paths have crossed. Maybe this is the universe’s way of making up for what it has taken from you.”

“Wanda, what the hell are you talking about?” You hesitated, alarm bells ringing in your head as Wanda’s green eyes turn a deep scarlet red and she offers her hand out to you. “Come to Westview with me. I can give back what the world unfairly took away from you.”

With anger bubbling up in your chest, you shove her hand away and you push yourself up from the ground. “If this is some sick fucking joke, I don’t have the time for it!”

The witch in front of you remains composed as your sudden outburst takes her aback momentarily and she merely smiled at you, hand still outstretched ready for you to take. “No jokes, no tricks, and no lies— just an offer to an old friend.”

You were about to argue, but the sincerity in her features causes you to hesitate, and you stare at her hand. You knew something was wrong, something about this whole situation didn’t feel right, and you knew you shouldn’t go with her.

But Wanda was a friend, she was a close companion of Natasha and a valuable asset to their team. She would never lead you purposely on the wrong path, would she?

You let out a sigh and you look into her eyes. “If— If I go with you, I get my Natasha back?”

“You do. And you get to live the life you’ve always wanted with her. You get to love her like you’ve always wanted to. No missions taking her away from you, no hero duties cutting in on your time, and no idiotic wars to fight.” Wanda claimed, red flurries once again emanating from her, and they slowly start to surround both of you. “Just you and Natasha. You and your love.”

“Fine.” You give in and you nod your head. “Take me to her.”

The moment your hand met with Wanda’s, you had felt a sharp pain in the back of your head and the red smoke that surrounded you had dispersed as you were dragged somewhere else. It had all happened so quickly, your mind barely even able to register everything that had sped by you, and all the overwhelming sights had caused you to pass out.

When your eyes had opened once more, you were met with the sight of a black and white living room, with your skin and everything around you looking much the same.

You looked around, seeing what seemed like a suburban house in a peaceful neighborhood— a big living room connected to the kitchen and dining area, a big open front yard, and a white picket fence.

A strange feeling popped in the back of your head, like it was warning you of danger, but you couldn’t quite understand what was wrong. So you merely shrug it off.

A powerful burst of red forms in front of you, swirling around madly as a familiar power consumes the entire area, but it just as quickly vanishes as it appeared, leaving behind nothing but a cloud of red, and a silhouette slowly emerges from its remnants.

And there stood Natasha. There stood your lost love.

Tears slipped past your eyes as you slapped your hand over your mouth, a warm feeling spread from your chest, and an overwhelming joy consumed you. Wordlessly, you tackle her in a hug and you bury yourself into her.

Natasha engulfs you in her arms, the feeling of her touch enough to mend all the broken pieces of your heart, and you couldn’t be any happier.

“I’m sorry, Talia. I’m so, so, sorry.” You whisper into her. “I love you. I love you so much.”

She merely smiles, looking down at you with her adoring eyes, and your heart skips a beat when you finally hear the sound of her voice once more.

“Welcome home, detka.”

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