UNDER EDITS, BUT VERY SLOWLY! I am loving Avengers Xreaders, so I am writing my own. I haven't really decided which Avengers I am going to write about. For sure, Steve, Clint, Bruce, Tony, and Nat. I have read alot of the comic's, and watched the mo...
I sat on my couch, numb, yet feeling every inch of remorse and sadness possible. That was it... Five years... all of it gone and for what? My stupid promotion, a few nights with Lee... I was too selfish and too late to realize that I had made one of the biggest mistakes in my life.. I let my hands slide into my hair, and pull until it hurt. I deserved the pain, I deserved it all, and I would accept it. I got undressed and slid underneath my cold sheets, finally letting all that pain, anger, sadness and fear erupt from my body pushing me farther down the rabbit hole.
Three days I stayed like that, only getting up to use the bathroom and drink some water. The hunger pains had me curled up in a small ball, trying to block out everything, even the sun. All I wanted to do was sleep, because it didn't hurt when I was unconscious, at least not as bad as it did when I was awake.
Day Four
The continued buzzing of my phone kept me semi-conscious, but I didn't have the strength to check, nor the inkling. There was nothing anyone could say or do, at least not anyone besides Steve.
"If you don't open this fucken door right now, I'm busting it down!" Tasha's voice screeched, pulling me out of the clouds. "Go away," I tried to reply, only for my voice to crack and whisper. I hadn't said a word in three days, and my vocal chords showed it. "I'm warning you!" She yelled again. I gasped as my muscles cramped and shook with weakness as I attempted to get out of bed. My bare feet slid across my polished wooden floor as her knocking continued. I threw open the door, not caring that I was still in just a bra and some underwear.
"Wow, you look as good as Cap does." She snorted, tossing her red hair and marching passed me into me apartment. "What do you want Nat?" I croaked. "You're going to get dressed and go to Steve, I think the moping has gone on long enough." She growled, making her way into my bedroom. "Tasha, while I appreciate your help, Steve made it very clear before he left.." I paused, turning away from her. I had finally stopped crying last night, and didn't want to start again. "I'll be okay, I just need some time... we both do. He's right, I acted like a selfish, manipulative bitch, and for what? Just to end up losing it all, well I still have my job, but the point is, he was right."
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She snickered, "(y/n) if I had the chance at a man that looked like that guy in your office, I would of taken it too." She giggled, as she grabbed a towel and turned on my shower. "I'm not even going to ask," I huffed, wrapping my arms around my bare stomach. "Well I'll tell you anyway," she giggled, going through my drawers and pulling out clean underwear and other articles of clothing. "Before your little tiff at that bar, I heard Steve mention the name Lee Macmillan along with a few curse words I have never in my life heard him utter, so I looked him up, and all I have to say is, damn.." "Jesus Nat," I bit my lip as a small smile tried creeping over my lips. "Be that as it may, I'm not going somewhere I'm not wanted." "Oh yes you are, and I'm going to tell you why," she snapped, pulling off her hooded sweater and tossing it on my couch. "You made this mess, which means you need to clean it up. You and Cap are so goddamn stubborn, and one of you has to give or you'll both regret it for the rest of your lives, do you understand?" She threw her hands up in frustration, and stalked towards me. "Now you're going to get your butt into that damn shower, and you're going to get dressed and go find Steve, is that clear?" "I hate you," I sighed, willing my feet to push me towards my bathroom. Was she right?
