AUTHOR'S NOTE: INCLUDES SUICIDE, DEPRESSION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, AND MORE. MAY BE TRIGGERING.
Liability.
She clutches the knife. She's not suicidal.
It's all her fault.
The love of her life is six feet under and it's all her fault. Everything is her fault. She's accepted that fact. Their taunting echo the streets. Natalia, you're so beautiful. Just like your mother.
She wanted to leave the Red Room behind but it wasn't so easy. It's her fault. The cold bathub shivers underneath her fingertips. Her cold, black soul cracks.
She clutches the familiar outline of her favorite knife before stopping right before slitting her wrists.
Natasha Romanoff deserves to suffer.
Nat, you don't have to do this. Clint wouldn't have wanted you to do this.
It doesn't matter what he wants. Clint Barton is dead and she doesn't deserve to the easy way out.
The Avengers need you. They've already lost a member.
No they don't. She's only human, with human needs and human emotions. She wants a break from it all. God, she's so tired.
Banging on the door snaps her out of her thoughts. She's running out of time.
She sees Clint for the very last time and smile before closing her eyes.
For the first time in her life, she's finally at peace.
Natasha Romanoff drowns at 11 pm.
Steve Rogers visits her apartment to see a takeout bag sitting outside and a note slid underneath her bathroom door.
I'm sorry. I wished that I could have been a better person, the person that Clint woul've wanted me to be. But it's too late. You don't deserve the empty shell that I am. You don't. I wish there could've been another way.
