Natasha Romanoff x Fem reader One-shots

I Miss Her - SJ

I'm sad sooo... hi :) Reader is 16

Warnings: sadness, fluff

All rights reserved! This is my own story!

Y/N's POV

It's one of those days... I'm currently trying to film but the thought of her gone is constantly in my head. I've never wanted anything more than to just have her back. My thoughts are so loud and trying to concentrate in work at the same time is not fun. "Y/N?" Scarlett said looking at me, ultimately snapping me out my thoughts. I couldn't face this, not today. I picked my head up and ran away into my trailer.

God I really shouldn't have come here I thought to myself. I looked across the room and saw a picture of my nan who died nearly 11 years ago, hanging from the wall. Slowly but surely, I made my way over and picked up the frame. "I miss you..." I whisper to myself. My knees gave in below me, allowing me to succumb to my sadness. The cries I were holding in had all been let out at once in a single scream of anguish. Then I feel a pair of arms wrap around me.

I turn my head upwards to see Scarlett with a worried yet sympathetic look on her face. "I'm sorry sweetheart.... Shhhh it's okay, I'm here" She whispered to me as I dug my head into her shoulders. I felt the picture be taken out of my hands and Scarlett sat it down on the floor, allowing herself to bring me into her. "I miss her so much Scar..." I say in between sobs. "I know you do sweetheart; I know you do" She replies, only bringing me in closer.

"You have her eyes..." Scarlett said looking at the picture, "Yeah, my dad always used to say that to me." I reply. "I remember your Nan, I met her once. You really are like a mini version of her" She continued. "Dad used to say that to me too" I chuckled pulling myself away. Scarlett pulled her hands to my cheeks and used her thumbs to wipe away the countless tears away from my face. "Can I tell you something Y/N/N?" i hummed in response.

"You are so strong, and she knows it. She knows that every day for you is a battle and your still here because that's exactly what your nan was like. She never gave up and neither do you. I know she isn't here to tell you this, but she is so goddamn proud of you..." She said. I pulled my head away from her grasp only to have her firmly pull me back. "Don't look away from me Y/N cause it's the truth. Every day she watches over you and I'm telling you now, she would do anything to see you smile again like you do. Your smile makes so many other people happy and you're the only one who can't see that. Yes, these days are hard but, if you let me try, I can help you see you, the way your Nan sees you." At this point we were both sobbing and forming words was something that definitely wasn't gonna happen, so I just brought Scarlett in for a hug.

"I'm here, sweetheart, I'm here" she reassured. It is nice to talk about my nan every now and again, but she was the only grandparent I've ever had in my life (A/N: my life is fucked man that is not a story I'm willing to tell a bunch of strangers; no offence to you lovely people, it's just fucked up and personal.) I do struggle to see all these people tell these amazing stories of their memories of their grandparents that are still with them, and yet i think to myself; Why is it fair that I had the most amazing woman in my life taken from me when I was five? Why can't I have that? Yes, I'm jealous that people have that. I used to get bullied because people thought I was lying for attention when I tell people I have never met my grandads and I don't even know their names. The things I'd do to have families like others is crazy.

The whole time I'm thinking to myself, I'm wrapped around Scarlett like a koala and feel my eye lids slowly getting heavier and heavier, encouraged to close by Scalett's soothing hand movements on my back and the sweet nothings she was whispering in my ear.

Scarlett's POV

I knew she was tired; I could tell by her eyelids fluttering shut as her cries began to stop. Once they did, I looked down at her, peacefully sleeping on my shoulder. I gently picked her up, because she doesn't weigh as much as me and I lift my own body weight in training; and carry her to her sofa. Her bedroom was a bit far, so the sofa was the next best bet. I grabbed the best pillows and tucked them underneath her head and continued by grabbing a blanket for her. She looked so comfortable and as she was sleeping, I saw a slight smile on her lips, so I decided to turn off the lights and shut the door behind me

It sucks to see such a young girl hurting like that, but I made a promise to do anything in my power to help her; I'm sticking by it.