MONSTER --- natasha romanoff x fem oc

Chapter 23

Nat got thrown into the air, her head almost touching the high ceiling. Her green eyes opened in shock as black water dripped out of her mouth. The clothes on her sprawled limbs started smoking and the next second holes were burned into the shirt and the pants, the naked skin underneath red as her face twisted in pain. She opened her mouth and tried to scream, but the only thing that came out was more water.

The room started to fill with the smell of burned flesh and for a whole ten seconds, Freya did nothing but stand there and watch. She only started moving again when another failed attempt of Natasha's scream spilt water in Freya's face. She looked at her hands, at the flames at her fingertips, and then up at Natasha again.

The burned places on her arms and chest.

The black water dripping from her mouth.

But the worst was the look in her eyes. It wasn't just panic. Or pain.

It was fear.

Fear of Freya. Her powers.

These once beautiful, fierce green eyes now twisted with fear, tears dwelling out of them. With one last look at Freya, Natasha'seyes rolled in her head so only the white was visible.

Freya backed away and tasted ashes in her mouth as she hit the wall. Natasha fell on the floor, leaving cracks around her.

Carefully Freya came a few steps closer, but she stopped a foot in front of Natasha.

Her eyes were closed, her face wet, either from water or tears. The burned parts of her flesh still smoked, her shirt almost completely gone. Freya looked at Natasha's neck, at the wing that hung loosely on the floor. She let out a sob and looked at her part od the necklace lying next to Natasha's feet. She felt the familiar weight on her back, the real wings she once loved, Natasha once loved.

With one wing, you can not fly. You need both to be free.

She looked at her own necklace, lying on the floor, just in front of her. Tears streamed down Freya's face as she watched helplessly as the life leftNatasha's body.

She just wanted to kneel, feel her pulse, hear her heart beating, hold her in her arms. But she couldn't.

She shook her hands, balled them into fists until the fire burned her palms, but they didn't disappear.

She backed away and only when she hit the wall again, she could speak. "Nat", she whispered. And then louder. And louder."Nat. NAT! I'm sorry, it's my fault, I-" She let out a scream and turned towards the door behind her. "Steve! Bucky!Tony! Someone! Help!" She turned to Natasha's moveless body on the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Nat, please-"

Her sobbing got interrupted by Bucky, running into the room."What's wrong, are you having another atta-", he started, but then saw the panic in Freya's eyes, the fire at her fingertips - and Natasha's body on the floor. "What?", he asked as he rushed forward, his metal arm shining in the light of the setting sun.

He wanted to pick Natasha up but pulled his real arm back." She's hot", he said and looked at Freya, who just shook her head over and over again.

"It was my fault", she whispered. "We fought and I wanted to leave and then I touched her and my powers broke out and she hung in the air and her skin burned and she spat water and then she fell again and now she will die and it is my fault, I can't-" She sobbed again and sank to the floor, the fire now spreading from her fingertips to her wrists.

Bucky tried to make a step towards her but Freya held up a burning hand. "Don't!", she shouted.

He backed away again and kneeled next to Natasha, picking her up. "We need to get her to Tony", he said, his voice calm.