Imagine: Maria waiting for you to come back.
Maria watched as each agent walked passed her, most badly injured but she knew that some hadn't come back at all. You were an amazing spy and even better fighting, the brunette badass refused to let herself believe that you had been killed but finally the last agent walked in, or rather limped.
Natasha was pretty beat up, a huge gash across her leg and blood covering her skin and black suit.
"Natasha!"Maria shouted."Where's Y/N."
The redhead looked up at her friend with a melancholy expression."Sh-she didn't make it, Maria, I'm sorry."
"No. No. No."Your girlfriend bit down on her lip to stop the tears from falling.