Hi Cherry here!
This is my new story.
I haven't written much in a while so I'm a bit rusty.
I hope it is ok and you're interested in it! :)
The woman put down the pen silently, onto the desk, after she finished her letter. Almost robotically, she folded it precisely in half before slipping it inside a cream coloured envelope. She then picked up the pen for the final time, to write her daughter's name on the outside. A sudden creak caused the red haired woman to jump and then glance nervously over her shoulder. Her eyes drifting over towards the room in which her husband was sleeping.
Normally, he was a light sleeper as a result of his old sniper training. He was awake, bolt upright and ready to fight at the slightest movement or sound. However tonight, he had gone straight into a deep slumber, as his body tried to cope with the amount of alcohol Tony Stark had forced down his throat in celebration of the fact that the owner of Stark Industries was to become a father.
Tony had announced that his long suffering former PA, turned girlfriend, was carrying not one, but two of his children, after they had tucked their tired daughter into her cot that night. She he been worn out by the birthday party they had thrown for her. Natasha could not believe that her little baby was now one year old – it seemed only yesterday that she was cursing Clint for putting her through so much pain and then for it all to go away when she heard her daughter's first cries.
She stood up and picked up the envelope, debating what to do with the letter she had written, did she leave it behind or keep it for a later date? Whatever she decided to do, Natasha knew that what she was going to do next was unforgivable and yet she knew that she had to go. She cursed the eye patch wearing formidable director of S.H.I.E.L.D, for making her do this, but she understood that she still had a debt to pay, a ledger still to wipe clean and this was the only way to guarantee that her child would be kept safe.
Natasha made her way silently across the carpeted lounge area of the apartment which she shared with her husband, towards her daughter's nursery. She stopped momentarily at the door, taking a deep breath in preparation to say goodbye. She snuck inside and made her way over to the crib, before reaching down and gentle stroking her small daughter's chocolate coloured curls.
'I love you Sashenka' she whispered in her native tongue, before slowly retracting her hand.
Her daughter, as if sensing her mother's presence leaving her, began to whimper in her sleep. Natasha, not wanting her daughter to wake up and start having one of her infamous screaming fits, thus leaving herself open to being questioned by the other members of the tower, who were all known the run to her daughter's cries, as to why she was currently dressed in a flight suit, not her standard pyjamas, placed her hand back into the crib and ran her hand down her baby's back in a soothing manner. As she began to hum a lullaby, her daughter quietened and seizing the chance, Natasha hastily left the room.
Making a final decision, Natasha tucked the envelope into one of her jacket pockets – she would give or send it to her daughter when she was old enough to understand. She then picked up the duffle bag she had stealthily been packing over the last couple of weeks and with one last look at the now dark apartment, she made her way towards the elevator.
'JARVIS' she whispered, as the elevator doors closed in front of her she started to descend
'Yes Agent Romanoff?' Stark's AI asked
'Can you let them know I'm sorry?'
'Yes Agent Romanoff' the AI replied, before silence filled the elevator. A ding, broke Natasha out of her thoughts and she stepped out of the elevator into the glass walled atrium of Stark tower, where she could see a black standard S.H.I.E.L.D car waiting for her.
'JARVIS' she whispered again, as she was about to step out into the cold December night air 'can you try and keep them safe for me?'
'I'll try Agent Romanoff' the AI replied crisply and with that, Natasha took a deep breath before leaving the tower, her teammates, her friends, her husband and her daughter behind.