Wrote this in a notebook during band because we were just listening to the other ensembles and ours had already gone and I was bored. Enjoy!

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Disappointed

Another supposed-to-be romantic dinner, just the two of us, meant to be shared, but, once again, enjoyed alone.

Whatever it is, it's important. I know it is. Later, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, maybe three weeks from now, she'll call me, or if I'm lucky, she might come see me in person. It was an emergency, secret spy mission and all or perhaps Avengers business, surely you saw the news- even though she knows it's more likely that I was locked in my apartment trying to translate this or that ancient manuscript only to find out it's only a recipe for a dish the world remembers how to make anyway. At least, that's what I'll tell her, since it's better than the truth- I mostly just sat alone in my apartment brooding, wondering what it was this time, where she was and if she was okay. Whatever the reason, it's important, like save the world important and it's her duty to be there saving the world, after all.

She'll tell me and I'll understand, just like I always understand. Because what she does is important, and if she says she was saving the world or the country with Clint or the Avengers, well, I believe her and I'll be okay if she has to miss the special dinner she had promised weeks ago sometimes (or every time), whatever it is she's doing, it has to be done. It's definitely more important than me, the geeky, shy little translator who helped them that one time they had to go to that obscure little village in deep Africa and none of them could understand a syllable of the language, let alone speak it.

That's simply how it is and I'll get over it pretty quickly, long before she contacts me and I'll forgive her and we'll reschedule and I'll only hope that next time, the same thing won't happen (even though it probably will) and even if it does, I'll suck it up and get over it and be ready with open, waiting arms for whenever she can finallly come home.

And I will never, ever let her know how disappointed I am deep down. After all, this was just one of many warnings that I should have heeded before I went and let myself fall in love with the Black Widow.

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