𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿/𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

impossible | natasha romanoff

natasha romanoff
italics are flashbacks
i altered the lyrics here and there cause i can lol
warnings: nat's death is mentioned and i wrote this like a longgg time ago so

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it had been a couple of months since you won and thanos was defeated

'you won', it was no victory for the team, they'd lost family. you lost a best friend, a father and a wife

loki was gone, tony was gone and nat was gone, you didn't consider losing them a win

you and wanda were walking down the streets, gathering quite a bit of attention from bystanders. the paparazzi were surrounding you, pestering you with questions. it was hard to block all of the screaming voices so it was inevitable that a few made way to your ears.

"how does it feel to win"

"you've won, tell us how it feels"

you had to just grit your teeth and let wanda drag you through the crowds, that's all. she could feel how tense you were getting with how repetitive and loud the questions were getting

"victory, victory, the avengers won"

you were merely halfway through the qa crowd when you caught piece of a question, all you heard was 'black widow'
you turned around making wanda's actions come to a halt

"excuse me?" you asked the reporter

"the black widow, you two were a thing right?" you could practically feel the bile in your throat as he referred to your marriage as a 'thing'

a scoff left your mouth "my wife-" that was all that you could say before you were interrupted

"you loved her, right?" it was clear to the other avengers and shield agents that he was purposefully trying to get a rise from you, they knew they need to intervene as soon as possible

"of course i love her"

"yeh but she's gone." you don't know how you managed to stay so calm on the outside because on the inside you were flipping your shit, ready to tear this guy in two

it eventually became obvious to you too that this guy wanted a rise out of you but you weren't going to give it to them, a part of you wanted to lash out and just scream but another part of you knew that natasha wouldn't want you to do that

"you know... i remember years ago someone told me that i should take caution when it comes to love" the reporter came closer to you as the crowd around you got quieter

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"tasha?"

"yes dekta" ugh, whenever she spoke russian you always melted

"you do know a love you, right?"

"love's a dangerous game мой дорогой"

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"and she was strong" you couldn't fight the smile that overtook your face, nat had always been the resilient one "i was not, my illusion, my mistake... i was careless and i forgot" there was the point that you remember why you bottled up your emotions in the first place, remembering someone comes with both the good and the bad

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"let me go"

you shook your head viscously, tears staining your cheeks with your throat too dry to talk