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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 || 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘠𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘵
NATASHA DIDN'T KNOW HOW LONG SHE STARED AT THE TWO YOGURTS.Vanilla or strawberry? It shouldn't be a hard decision, vanilla is clearly better, but is it? Constantly second-guessing her damn decision as she let her eyes flicker between the two objects. Why did she have to make it hard for herself every time she tried to do something in the direction of normal? She knew exactly why but didn't want to even think about him. It hurt her enough as it is.
Everything normal had left with him. A genuine smile, a quickening heart, nervousness, unconditional love. All it had been taken away from her when he had to leave. "It'll be less than a week," he promised her, and she believed him despite everything that had been going on. But she still waited and a few days turned into a week, then a week into months, and then years. No sign of him anywhere and no information from Nick Fury on the subject who avoided it all together.
It'd been the situation someone got caught on the job, killed to never be seen again. Nothing more than that. His line of work always had that risk, Natasha knew this as good as anyone, but she still found herself surprised when he didn't come home, heartbroken. But this had been years upon years of connection that Natasha had taken away from her. She had every right to be heartbroken and lost without the man she saw herself spending her entire life with.
And after a few years, she forgot what his touch felt like against her hip. The slight clench of his digits, suggestively telling her that he loved her close. His natural uplifting nature and snarky yet lovable attitude were dearly missed every single day that she forced herself out of bed to go to work without him by her side. Forgetting how his warm and comforting words would encourage her to go and save the world one step at a time.
But the one thing she was forgetting each moment that passed was his voice. It was slipping from her mind the longer she forced herself away from the entire thought of him. She couldn't remember how it felt when he whispered against her bare shoulder in the morning. Or how he would yell in hysterics, goading her on when she wore something formal like a dress. Not even the sound of his laugh was familiar in her mind, and honestly, that had been the first thing to go.
Now, she didn't have his voice to help her make such a stupid and meaningless decision between two yogurt flavours. "You'll end sneaking back here when we get to the cashier and grab the other anyways, babe." She dropped the two yogurt cartons into her green basket before continuing to shop with a huff.
