A/N: hi guys, I decided to change my fiction a little. I heard of 100 word one shots. I was intrigued so I am going to make my stories 100 words each. I know it's less to read but I rarely have time to write as it is in this way I get to update more often have more fun. I hope you enjoy if you don't I have made up my mind. I would also like to add there may be an odd fanfic that is longer once in a while ~Natasha

Prompt: Red


All he could see was red. Red was pouring out of her chest of the fountain and no matter how hard he tried Steve couldn't apply the right pressure to stop it. He was silently praying that she wouldn't leave him. A once small rise of her chest that signifies everything completely diminished and she was gone from the world. All he could do was scream out in anguish and pain. His hands whatever were covered in the color that once signified Her. That same color was pumping through her body, it was the color of her hair and finally that red was not only her demise, but his as well; because without Natasha Romanoff there is no Steve Rodgers. All because of the color red.