Did I step on your moment?

Natasha Romanoff
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Captain America: The Winter Soldier + Gag Reel

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Fuck. The pain was so real. It felt like someone had shot fire through Natasha’s veins. Her body was seizing and writhing in agony, his throat and lungs filling with blood and bile.

This was it. This was how Natasha Stark was going to die. Cold, alone, with no idea where she was. No one to console her.

With the last bit of her strength Natasha managed to make out her cellphone on the floor next to her, dragging herself towards it as the pain spread up her spine, her legs having ceased to work. Collapsing just in reach, she used the tips of her fingers to drag the phone closer to her, shaky fingers unable to dial the number she wanted correctly.

“For fu-fuck sakes” she growled, coughing, growing frustrated with her failing body.

On her fifth try Natasha managed to call her. Romanoff. She laughed deliriously, her head falling to the floor next to the phone as she waited for Nat to answer, curling into herself as she shook with pain, holding the phone to her.

please. I need someone. I need you. I don’t want to do this alone

During night’s darkest hours, Natasha’s room remained only slightly illuminated by the outside street lamps and of course the night sky. The night was cold. Colder than usual and the street was eerily quiet. Yet, Natasha thought that the silence was more deafening than anything. She hated when the world was this quiet, it meant that she would be left alone with her thoughts and her thoughts only. Memories half remembered. Though she did love peace and quiet once in a while but being alone in a small room in a big city that was scarily silent wasn’t her idea of peace. 

She hadn’t checked the time but had assumed it was the early hours of the morning, judging by the fact that she had tried to get to sleep a few hours ago with no such luck. There was just this strange feeling she’d had since the previous day, a gut clenching stress followed by an almost melancholy emptiness. 

She figured it was because she hadn’t seen nor spoken to anyone for a few days and the last person she spoke to- well let’s just say it hadn’t ended as well as she’d hoped. Natasha Stark. That woman was an anomaly. An anomaly that was pissed off with her. It was a stupid argument, a silly misunderstanding and now they were giving each other the cold shoulder. Natasha wanted to let Stark in, let her understand, let her see what she’s hiding underneath her emotionless guise. But she just couldn’t bring herself to, she didn’t trust herself. Everything in her past was half remembered, half true and she often felt as though she would never know herself well enough to tell anyone that.

The bad feeling remained.

Sighing, Natasha rolled onto her side, only to see her phones screen light up with a picture of herself and Stark, the picture that the brunette took of while them in Italy. She distinctively remembered being told that she looked “super dorky” shortly afterwards.

With a frown, Natasha picked up her phone and answered the call. 

"Natasha— is everything alright?" She asked in a concerned tone, she was sure she could hear erratic breathing on the other side.

Natasha had been sobbing, tightly gripping the phone as if it was the last thing keeping her here. She was so afraid… If Romanoff didn’t answer she would be alone.

Panic set in

She was going to die alone.

A small whimper escaped her lips, her body racking with the burning pain, her body from her legs up slowly giving up the fight, leaving her trapped on the concrete floor, god knows where…

"Natasha? Is everything ok?"

Natasha Stark’s brown eyes widened as she heard Romanoff’s sweet voice answer the phone. Tears started to fall down her ace freely, a delirious smile touching her lips as she laughed, clutching the phone to her as if it were Romanoff herself.

“Na-nat. I fucked up - I fucked up big time.” She laughed again, then turned her head to sob into the floor, imagining what sort of chastisement Romanoff would give her…

The two hadn’t parted on good terms only 2 days ago. They had both been forced to go to Italy on a mission for shield, and they were clearly like ice and fire. However, they had been getting closer, that was until Romanoff refused to trust Stark, keeping her at an oceans length away even though Romanoff had been the one to initiate the courting. She would pull Stark in, but then easily brush her off like she meant nothing. Natasha couldn’t stand that. Stark was an all or nothing girl. She either gave you nothing, or she gave you everything.

And Romanoff just couldn’t decide what she wanted to give.

Well, she would have to decide soon. Stark had only a few moments left.

Nat was almost certain that her heart had stopped beating entirely. She clutched her phone, now sitting bolt upright on the side of her bed, her mouth suddenly dry as she felt that all too familiar feeling of fear and trepidation setting in.

Stark’s shaken voice uttering her name was enough for her to know that this was bad. Worse than she could have ever thought.

"I fucked up big time." Those words sealed it.

Natasha felt her whole being fill with guilt. Guilt for not being there for her. Guilt for pushing her away when she needed her most. God, she knew she should have just let her in. She could have but she knew she couldn’t keep the promise of not lying; how could she when that was the story of her life? Lie after lie after lie. That was how she made her living, how she was raised, how she was trained. She couldn’t tell what was true anymore.

She did know, however, that right now: that was true.
Natasha Stark was in trouble and she was most likely the only one hearing her cries for help at this moment. This was real. Too real.

"Na-Natasha, where are you?" She swallowed thickly, trying to find the words to say when a million of them were rushing through her mind.
“I will get to you as fast as I fucking can, I swear— please just tell me where you are and what’s happened. Please.”

She could hear the muffled sobs and sharp intakes of breath on the other line and suddenly noticed the speed of her own heart, it was as if time had started again, her body shaking with adrenaline.
She was determined to do something, anything; regardless of what state Stark was in.

Romanoff couldn’t lose her, not after she had gotten so close. This was her fault.

"You’re going to be okay, I-I promise - I’m going to get to you. Keep taking deep breaths, I-I’m not going to go anywhere and I’ll be with you every step of the way, just… just please don’t give up on me yet, Stark!" She felt her voice waver as she hurriedly shoved her coat onto her shoulders whilst balancing the phone between her head and her shoulder.

thefuturistsobright

Goodbye (i need to meme on you)
nrblackwidow

thefuturistsobright:

nrblackwidow:

thefuturistsobright:

(I need you to meme on me.. And meme on you. Mutual meme ing )

Fuck. The pain was so real. It felt like someone had shot fire through Natasha’s veins. Her body was seizing and writhing in agony, his throat and lungs filling with blood and bile.

This was it. This was how Natasha Stark was going to die. Cold, alone, with no idea where she was. No one to console her.

With the last bit of her strength Natasha managed to make out her cellphone on the floor next to her, dragging herself towards it as the pain spread up her spine, her legs having ceased to work. Collapsing just in reach, she used the tips of her fingers to drag the phone closer to her, shaky fingers unable to dial the number she wanted correctly.

“For fu-fuck sakes” she growled, coughing, growing frustrated with her failing body.

On her fifth try Natasha managed to call her. Romanoff. She laughed deliriously, her head falling to the floor next to the phone as she waited for Nat to answer, curling into herself as she shook with pain, holding the phone to her.

please. I need someone. I need you. I don’t want to do this alone

During night’s darkest hours, Natasha’s room remained only slightly illuminated by the outside street lamps and of course the night sky. The night was cold. Colder than usual and the street was eerily quiet. Yet, Natasha thought that the silence was more deafening than anything. She hated when the world was this quiet, it meant that she would be left alone with her thoughts and her thoughts only. Memories half remembered. Though she did love peace and quiet once in a while but being alone in a small room in a big city that was scarily silent wasn’t her idea of peace. 

She hadn’t checked the time but had assumed it was the early hours of the morning, judging by the fact that she had tried to get to sleep a few hours ago with no such luck. There was just this strange feeling she’d had since the previous day, a gut clenching stress followed by an almost melancholy emptiness. 

She figured it was because she hadn’t seen nor spoken to anyone for a few days and the last person she spoke to- well let’s just say it hadn’t ended as well as she’d hoped. Natasha Stark. That woman was an anomaly. An anomaly that was pissed off with her. It was a stupid argument, a silly misunderstanding and now they were giving each other the cold shoulder. Natasha wanted to let Stark in, let her understand, let her see what she’s hiding underneath her emotionless guise. But she just couldn’t bring herself to, she didn’t trust herself. Everything in her past was half remembered, half true and she often felt as though she would never know herself well enough to tell anyone that.

The bad feeling remained.

Sighing, Natasha rolled onto her side, only to see her phones screen light up with a picture of herself and Stark, the picture that the brunette took of while them in Italy. She distinctively remembered being told that she looked “super dorky” shortly afterwards.

With a frown, Natasha picked up her phone and answered the call. 

"Natasha— is everything alright?" She asked in a concerned tone, she was sure she could hear erratic breathing on the other side.

Natasha had been sobbing, tightly gripping the phone as if it was the last thing keeping her here. She was so afraid… If Romanoff didn’t answer she would be alone.

Panic set in

She was going to die alone.

A small whimper escaped her lips, her body racking with the burning pain, her body from her legs up slowly giving up the fight, leaving her trapped on the concrete floor, god knows where…

"Natasha? Is everything ok?"

Natasha Stark’s brown eyes widened as she heard Romanoff’s sweet voice answer the phone. Tears started to fall down her ace freely, a delirious smile touching her lips as she laughed, clutching the phone to her as if it were Romanoff herself.

“Na-nat. I fucked up - I fucked up big time.” She laughed again, then turned her head to sob into the floor, imagining what sort of chastisement Romanoff would give her…

The two hadn’t parted on good terms only 2 days ago. They had both been forced to go to Italy on a mission for shield, and they were clearly like ice and fire. However, they had been getting closer, that was until Romanoff refused to trust Stark, keeping her at an oceans length away even though Romanoff had been the one to initiate the courting. She would pull Stark in, but then easily brush her off like she meant nothing. Natasha couldn’t stand that. Stark was an all or nothing girl. She either gave you nothing, or she gave you everything.

And Romanoff just couldn’t decide what she wanted to give.

Well, she would have to decide soon. Stark had only a few moments left.

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