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Avengers' Tower

Status:

Impaired

Time:

03:00

She was standing in the middle of the woods, towering trees all around her. It wasn't the type of forest where horror movies took place. No, it was the kind of woods that you would go hiking through, where birds were chirping in the trees, the sun shone through the clearing, where a young camper would tease his sister with a snake.

Skye was in the clearing. It was beautiful to her, calm, quiet, and Natasha was there. Skye was standing a few feet from the red-head. They both wore identical smiles, thrilled to be in each other's company.

They weren't talking or doing anything really, just looking at each other.

At least, they were.

A shot rang out, and Natasha fell to the ground, blood gushing from her stomach.

Skye tried to move, tried to scream, but nothing happened. Her legs were rooted to the spot, and her voice didn't work. She was forced to just stand there and look on helplessly as her lover bled to death.

Skye watched as the flicker of light died in Natasha's eyes, as the flow of blood halted, having run out of substance to lose.

The brunette's eyes shifted to the figure that had just appeared above her girlfriend's lifeless body.

It seemed that for this man, the universe would allow Skye's voice to work.

"Ward."

It was just his name really, but it held more bitterness, more hatred than anything else could have in the history of the entire world.

He was standing there, pistol pointed at Skye, smirking the whole time.

"Hello, Skye. I missed you."

Yup, still deranged.

"Shut the hell up, Ward!"

But the traitor was undeterred.

"Skye, don't act like that. I love you, and you can't deny your feelings for me."

"What fucking feelings? The hatred or the disgustingness? I'm not denying those feelings! You're just a piece of shit, Ward! So tell me, what do you want, you bastard Nazi?"

At this, Ward snarled. "I see how this works. You won't respect me of your own free will, so I'll just have to influence you a little."

Ward raised his gun and aimed it at Skye's head. "You really should respect your betters, Skye."

"Skye? Skye, wake up. Wake up, sweetheart."

Skye gasped for air as she opened her eyes.

Turning her head slightly to the right, she saw Natasha looking at her with concern plastered on her face.

"Sorry," the brunette apologized quietly, turning her head away from her girlfriend. "Just a nightmare. Didn't mean to bother you. Sorry."

"Hey," Natasha said, putting her hand on Skye's arm as she tried to run away. "Skye, look at me."

And she did, with the most innocent eyes the red-head had ever seen. In this moment, Skye was so fragile-looking, like the tiniest wrong thing could make her cry a river.

"Never apologize for something that's out of your control," Natasha said. After another moment had passed, "Do you want to tell me about it?"

Skye immediately shook her head no. "I don't think I should."

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I won't force you."

Skye smiled at her girlfriend. "Thanks for understanding."

Natasha grinned too. "That's what I'm here for."

When too long had passed before either of them said anything, Skye groaned. "I hate being in these stupid med-pods. I'm not even injured or anything!"

Natasha thought this would be the prime time to surprise her girlfriend. "I know . . . which is why Simmons said that whenever you woke up, you could leave, as long as someone escorted you. I thought we could head back to my room and-"

Skye didn't even need her to finish before she exclaimed, "I'm sold!"

Natasha grinned. "Well, I'm glad."

She got up from the bed and handed Skye a change of clothes that was on the plastic chair. "Here, so you don't have to walk around in a hospital gown. Plus, it gives me something to take off later."

Skye smiled mischievously as Natasha left the room. Quickly hopping out of bed and throwing on her clothes, Skye followed Natasha's trail to the red-head's room.

Upon closing the door and looking at her partner, Skye realized just how beautiful Natasha was.

Covering the five foot distance between them in one stride, Skye pulled Natasha into her arms and breathed in her scent.

"I love you, Nat. I really do, and I'm so happy that you're my babe."

Natasha replied soon after. "I love you too, Skye, with my whole heart, and I'm really glad that you'd have me as your babe."

She wrapped her arms around Skye and filled the remaining gap between them.

Skye melted into the kiss.

Though, at this point they were really making out.

Natasha smelled like a mixture of fresh strawberries and gunpowder.

Skye twisted one of her hands into her red hair while the other roamed down to her waist. They were both lying down on the clean bed, Natasha on top, her legs straddling the brunette's hips.

Skye felt the ex-assassin's tongue ask for entrance into her mouth as it poked at her straight teeth, and she smiled into the kiss as Natasha was granted access.

She explored every crevice as Skye moaned in pleasure, and they only broke apart when they both desperately needed air.

In return for the sweet delight of kissing Natasha, Skye massaged her back as best she could while laying under her.

A while later, when Natasha had finally finished exploring, it was the younger agent's turn turn.

Skye tentatively asked for access to her mouth with her tongue, poking at her teeth and softly nibbling on her lip.

After several minutes of just enjoying the bliss, she gained entrance into Natasha's mouth.

As Natasha later told her, Skye licked every part of her mouth painfully slow, wanting to experience every bit of her lest she be taken away. The red-head tasted of sweet lemon drops and blueberries.

Skye reached a certain pleasure spot of the red-head's and licked it vivaciously. For her work, she elicited a moan of joy from Natasha.

While the brunette explored her, Natasha collapsed onto her girlfriend's body, no longer wanting their bodies to be separated. It only made the experience more enjoyable for both as their hot bodies were pressed together in the warm bed.

Skye rolled over so she was on top of the older agent and straddled her hips. She was still full of energy.

Natasha moaned and cried into the kiss, unable to move. Skye was only so glad that Natasha's room as secluded from the rest of the Tower.

Out of breath, they broke apart from the kiss and collapsed onto Natasha's body. Skye rearranged herself so they were spooning each other, and she was in Natasha's arms. Currently, Natasha was running her hands through her brown hair, and Skye was reveling in the affection of her girlfriend.

"You know," the younger agent said, "you're really good at this."

Natasha could practically hear the smirk in her voice. "You're not such a bad kisser yourself."

"Oh, I could be a lot more than just a good kisser."

"Why don't we test that out?"

Author's Note

Well, hey! Check that out, another chapter! Just some fluff to progress the SkyeTasha or QuakeWidow relationship, but that nightmare will come into play later. That's all the spoilers I'm going to give. I'll see you at the end of the next chapter. Until then, my friends!