About You

Games

"I wanna be the power ballad that lifts you up and holds you down, I wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery, and I can wish all that I want, but it won't bring us together. Plus, I know whatever happens to me, I know it's for the better," I sang softly, laying on my bed in a foetal position, silent tears running down my cheeks.

I was bought out of my thoughts by a knock on the door. I sighed and closed my eyes, keeping my door shut with my powers. There was another knock, this time slightly louder and I felt a resistance against the door.

"Wanda, go away," I shouted.

"Open the door," Natasha shouted back.

I kept my eyes shut and flicked it open, letting Nat walk in and close the door behind her.

"Hey, what's happened?" she asked sadly, kneeling in front of me by the bed and brushing some hair behind my ear, "dekta?"

I shook my head and opened my eyes, looking at her with tiredness.

"Do you want to explain why you're crying or why you thought it was Wanda at your door?" she asked, sitting on the bed next to me and pulling me into a hug.

"I kissed her," I whispered.

Nat nodded and ran her hand through my hair, "she's the girl?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"I thought so," she said and thought for a moment, "so you kissed and that's why she was here earlier ... I don't think I want to know what you guys were doing but why are we crying? Shouldn't this equal happiness?"

"The scar," I mumbled.

"What was that?" she asked.

I sat up and lifted up my jumper, "my stupid fucking scar."

She bit her cheek and nodded slowly, "did you tell her?"

I shook my head, "I kicked her out."

"Malysh," she started, reaching out to hold my hand, "you can't push away everyone that tries to love you."

"I don't mean to," I whispered.

"I know," she smiled sadly, "I do it too."

"I don't know what to do," I said slowly, a few more tears falling.

"I think you do," Natasha replied.

I shook my head, "I don't want to talk about it."

"But?" she asked.

"But ... if I am going to um- if Wanda and I- if we- she should know," I said slowly.

Nat nodded with a soft smile, opening her arms for me to crawl back into.

"I hate this," I whispered, "I hate that this happened to me- to us- I don't want to live in a hole anymore."

"You're going to be okay," she told me, kissing my head and letting her lips linger, "but you need to talk to her."

"I know," I agreed, "I'll talk to her tonight."

"Are you coming down for dinner?" she asked.

I nodded and thought for a moment, "how did you tell Maria?" I asked, "about the red room, about Dreykov, about the rest of it."

"She told me about her time in the military, about her dad and her life growing up so I told her about mine," she replied slowly.

I hummed, "I can hear her overthinking," I spoke.

"What?" she asked, sitting up to look at me.

I nodded, "I can hear her thoughts ... not what she's thinking, but I know she is overthinking. I can feel it."