Ok, if y'all are Steve stans, this is not the fic for you. I'm seriously going to make Steve the bad guy here so if you're just here to tell me your 'opinion' don't even bother.
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It was 3 am and Natasha was in her motel room looking out the window while drinking a whole bottle of vodka.
Today marks the 2nd year that Bruce left.
To be honest, she's not even mad, well atleast not with Bruce. Everything was doing fine before ultron, but unfortunately bad timing is their curse. She's more worried now, she doesn't know where he is despite having very advanced technology. But even though things rolled that way, she always tried finding him, everyday checking her radar, but nothing came.
A few minutes later, she heard a knock on her door. But she didn't answer, the knocking continued, and after a short time the person knocking just got fed up and decided to open her door without her permission. It was Steve.
"Y'know when a person doesn't answer the door, it usually means that they're not in the mood to talk. or they're just simply not inside. You could guess which one I am" She said with a sarcastic smile.
"I know you Natasha. You act like you don't want to talk, but in reality, you're breaking inside" Steve said while taking a seat on the bed.
"You don't know me Steve. What I show you, the team, that's not Natasha Romanoff, that's the Black Widow. So please just mind your own business" She replied angrily.
"What's with Bruce anyways? why can't you just move on from him. You know I'm always here for you, right?" He said and walked towards Natasha to cup her cheek, but she pulled his hand away immediately and slapped his face.
"Bruce may have left, but Bruce would NEVER treat me like this!. You know nothing about what me and Bruce went through, and it's best that way" She hissed at him, moving further away.
"It wouldn't hurt to open up Natasha" Steve said in defense.
"I don't just let people in my personal life Steve!. And no offense, but if I did, you're deffinitely not the person I would go to!. You're too invasive, controlling, and I can't stand you!. So please get out of my fucking room, I'm going to pack my stuff and be on the run on my own because you piss me off so much! also, you've lost your rights to Natasha, from now on, you call me agent, not Natasha, not Romanoff. Just Agent" And with that said, Steve left her room and she started packing her stuff. Good thing she's got a secret bank account with more than enough money in it and a safe house somewhere in Europe.
Anywhere is better than here, it's just too toxic.
THE END
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SOOOO, I hope y'all liked it!!!
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