Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you a sad story of how Natasha went from Black Widow to Weepy Widow (Yeah, punch me.) This story includes a character death, you can probably guess now but I'd like you to read still.

I own none of the characters mentioned except for little Arlie and also, the song "The Moment I Knew"belongs to the amazing Taylor Swift.

Nat ;3

(Natasha's POV)

You should've been there,

Should've burst through the door,

With that 'baby I'm right here' smile,

And it would've felt like,

A million little shining stars had just aligned,

And I would've been so happy…

I turned and shut my bedroom's door behind me, sliding slowly out of my red party dress. I slipped as easily into my nightgown and I sat down on the bed. I flopped down as my brain started replaying what had happened today.

Christmas lights glisten,

I've got my eye on the door,

Just waiting for you to walk in,

But the time is ticking,

People ask me how I've been

As I comb back through my memory,

How you said you'd be here,

You said you'd be here…

It was another party, Pepper's birthday, to be exact. I arrived just on time and I checked my watch. "Clint said he'd be here at nine-thirty." I hopped up to Pepper, handing her the box. "Aw, thanks Natasha." The blonde hugged me. She spun around to greet other guests as I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I whirled around to see my handler Phil and I smiled at him, but it faded when I saw the look on his face. "Phil? Wh-what's going on? What's wrong?"

And it was like slow motion,

Standing there in my party dress,

In red lipstick,

With no one to impress,

And they're all laughing,

As I'm looking around the room,

But there's one thing missing,

And that was the moment I knew…

Phil leaned forward to whisper in my ear. The glass in my hand dropped onto the ground, the shards jumping everywhere. I covered my mouth slowly with my hand and I ran off towards the bathroom. Phil tried to chase after me, but I saw, with the corner of my eye, Pepper holding him back. I crashed my way into the ladies' bathroom without setting an eye on the boy in an attempt to follow me.

And the hours pass by,

Now I just wanna be alone,

But your close friends always seem to know

When there's something really wrong,

So they follow me down the hall,

And there in the bathroom,

I try not to fall apart,

And the sinking feeling starts,

As I say hopelessly,

"He said he'd be here."

My breathing came out jagged as I sobbed, hidden in the innermost cubicle. I curled up and slid to the floor, gasping as tears stream down my face. I tensed hearing a knock at the door. "Natasha? It's me, Tony." The man outside the toilet said. "If you can hear me, I'm sorry about your loss. He was a great man." I sobbed even louder hearing the statement. Love is for children, Petrovich once told me. Damn, his speeches were right, love ruined me. The Black Widow, in a toilet, crying because her husband died on a mission. "Can you just come out? We really don't want to have the VIP missing." Begged Tony. I hit the door of the cubicle hard before yelling, "Leave me friggin alone!" There were sounds of shoes coming in contact with the floor before everything became silent. I stood up weakly and opened the door, splashing my face with water from the sink. I moved to open the door to the female's bathroom to find a four-year-old boy at the door. I froze.

And it was like slow motion,

Standing there in my party dress,

In red lipstick,

With no one to impress,

And they're all laughing,

And asking me about you,

But there was one thing missing,

And that was the moment I knew.

"When is Daddy coming?" The boy asked me. I opened my mouth for words, but nothing came out. I knelt down slowly until my eyes are leveled with the boy's. "Arlie, I don't think he'll be able to make it. I'm sorry, baby." I stood up rapidly after that, running away from him. I stopped hearing him say, "Don't cry, Mommy. I know he'll be here soon." The entire room of guests was staring at me now.

What do you say

When tears are streaming down your face

In front of everyone you know?

And what do you do when the one

Who means the most to you

Is the one who didn't show?

Tears poured down my face in front of all the people and my face went a little red. Pepper stood up and walked over to me. "I'm so sorry, hon…" She whispered as I dropped into her embrace and wailed desperately. I have never done anything like this before, crying in public. Okay, so now every body knows what's wrong. I tore away from Pepper and ran out of the ball room.

You should've been here.

And I would've been so happy.

And it was like slow motion,

Standing there in my party dress,

In red lipstick,

With no one to impress,

And they're all standing around me singing

"Happy birthday to you",

But there was one thing missing,

And that was the moment I knew…

I could barely show up at his funeral. Arlie quickly accepted the truth that his dad won't be back anymore, that he had joined the angels in Heaven. He was a strong little boy. On the other hand, I watched dully as white roses were thrown into the casket. I didn't even dare to look at him for the last time. Once the cover was put on, I stepped forward and placed a single purple rose on top. "Hawk..." Muttered Arlie and I looked up to where he pointed. A brown hawk was flying just above us, circling the site over and over again. I looked down at the gravestone which read "Clinton Francis Barton, 1980 - 2020. A good man, husband and father." I took a deep breath before there was a rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning. "Not me." Thor murmured. The rain started and they remaining left. I sunk to my knees and kissed the casket for one last time before standing up to guide Arlie away from him.

You called me later,

And said, "I'm sorry, I didn't make it,"

And I said, "I'm sorry too,"

And that was the moment I knew…

"I'm sorry, Tasha." I heard the familiar voice say. I was quiet for a few moments before I started to talk. "You know what? I'm sorry too. If you wanted another kid, I would have done it… I would have done it to have you here now… Why did you go, Clint, why?" I whimpered out the last sentence. Everything became black in front of my eyes and they flew open. I started at the ceiling as a tear moved down from the corner of my eye to the pillow. "You ass." I murmured in Russian as I started to sob again.