Thanks for the positive support! I'm still trying to figure out where I'm going to take this story, so please bear with me.
Enjoy!
Natasha walked through the hallways of the SHIELD Helicarrier, her ridiculous heels clicking and echoing through the empty space. Her mind blank, she turned down the corner and found herself face to face with Steve Rogers.
"Hey," he said gently.
She pushed him away, a little more harshly than she should've. "I don't want to talk."
He caught her arm as she brushed past. "Listen, Natasha," he said quietly. "Fury told me about –"
She snapped out, landing a solid punch on his jaw. The soldier recoiled, wincing. Immediately, the Widow felt guilty. Poor Steve. He was always trying to help. Natasha had closed off her heart once again.
She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I –"
Steve nodded quietly. "Yeah."
There was an awkward silence, and Natasha mumbled, "Bye," before hurriedly walking away.
"Natasha." She stopped. "If you ever want to talk, I'm here."
Her icy heart melted just a little. "I know. Thank you."
As she walked away, Steve tenderly touched his jaw. That was definitely going to bruise.
Short chapter, I know, but I'm kind of busy today. Next chapter, Natasha finally confronts Loki!
