Disclaimer:
Unfortunately, not mine.
H for Heaven:
"And baby you're all that I want, as you lie here in my arms, and I'm finding hard to believe, we're in heaven" ~Bryan Adams, Heaven.
Another class, another passé, another bullet. She was back in the time where she was Natalia, not Natasha. Instructors screamed instructions at her and teachers whispered quiet threats, pushing her beyond the limit, breaking her spirit and mind, moulding her into someone she didn't want to be. The days would pass by in blurs, nothing that she did would make her happy, it'd just keep her alive.
Multiple nights, Natasha would wake up, drenched in her own sweat, trying to recover from nightmares, trying to erase the memories of a time that had shaped her into the Black Widow. But no matter how many times she woke up, the nightmares would return, promising her sleepless nights and endless torture.
But all that changed. Steve had decided to stay one night and she had somehow convinced him to sleep on the bed with her. He had been hilariously awkward at first but eventually gave in. And when that night she had awoken, screaming in anguish, he had lulled her back to sleep, promised her safety and comfort and she had childishly believed him. Little did she know that those promises made in the middle of the night would provide her comfort even in the bleakest of hours.
After that, she refused to sleep without him. Every night she would still have nightmares but every night he was there, proving to be an excellent coping mechanism. So the morning after, she'd always wake up before him, finding him asleep like a toddler. He had a habit of snuggling into her neck. It always made her grin like an idiot. In those early hours, she tasted a little bit of heaven.
A/N:
These are turning into drabbles instead of one-shots. Oh, well! Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter because I absolutely loved writing it. Until next time :)