It couldn't be. No, no, no, no, no! Those were the only thoughts running through her mind.
"Wake up!" Natasha shouted, tears pouring down her cheeks, "For the love of God wake up!"
Steve was lying down on the cot, his body riddled with bullet holes. His face seemed so peaceful even though his body was torn. They had been destroying a HYDRA base when someone opened fire on them. Cap's shield was out of reach.
It should have me, Natasha thought bitterly. The world needs Captain America, his ledger as white as snow. Nobody needs Black Widow. A murderess, a killer.
"Agent Romanoff?" Natasha was suddenly jerked out her thoughts as a Fury walked over. "Romanoff? He's in critical condition. I'm sorry, he's not gonna make it.
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Natasha sat numbly through the funeral. They were going on and on about how he died a hero's death and his duties as Captain America, but not one person talked about Steve Rogers.
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Natasha sat up and left. As she was walking home she felt a knife in her pocket. An idea popped into her head. One that hadn't been there for a long time.
She went into her bathroom and pulled the knife out. She made a cut for every life she had ended, every life she had stolen, every person she failed to protect.
"Natasha?" she vaguely heard Pepper's voice as she fell to the ground. The last thing Natasha saw was Pepper's form as she ran towards her. She smiled as everything faded to black. Goodbye Steve, Natasha thought, I love you.
This is my first story so criticism is appreciated.