Playlist
Friend, please - Twenty One Pilots
Never Too Late - Three Days Grace
Disclaimer: We do not own any Marvel characters in any way or form. All credit should go to the rightful owner. Contains mentions of suicide and self harm.
Paring: Wanda/Natasha ScarletWidow
Rating: K+
See end for Notes
Natasha walked behind her beautiful brunette and wrapped her arms around her waist while resting her chin against her shoulder. Natasha smiled gently and breathed in her scent, Lavender. "I love you more everyday darling, remember that." She said and kissed Wanda's neck. But Wanda didn't say anything else just nodded and looked away.
Natasha frowned, she was doing it again, distancing herself from Natasha. It hurt her painfully to see her beautiful brunette like this. "Wanda-" Natasha trailed on but was cut off by the heroine. "Natasha please, I need time alone." Her voice quiet and fragile. Natasha nodded and looked at her back as she walked away, she didn't know what to do. So she just left her alone.
Wanda has been acting like this for a while now, her once full joyful features now are expressionless. She started having dark eye bags from the sleepless nights, Natasha started noticing that she was becoming skinnier and skinnier. She sat alone on the edge of her bed wondering what she had done wrong. All those unreturned kisses and empty beds at night seemed to much to her as she let herself cry. Natasha curled up in a fetus position and felt so vulnerable, she never ever would allow herself to feel like these towards someone. She hated feeling like she had zero power or control to make Wanda happy. And that's all she wanted, to make Wanda happy.
Natasha got up and wiped her eyes, she ignored her red puffy eyes and headed to the lounge to grab something to eat. Around her people where whispering and staring as she walked by. Natasha rolled her eyes as she grabbed a pre made salad, and shut the fridge door roughly. "Natasha," She heard someone say behind her. Natasha groaned in annoyance and turned around to meet Steve's concerned eyes. "Steve I swear to god if you're going to lecture me I will-" Natasha snapped but was interrupted by the blond in front of her. "Have you heard from Wanda? I think you check on her." Wanda's face flushed, she ran up to her room, pushing people out of the way and once again ignoring the many stares from the people around her. She didn't care if they thought that this side of her wasn't very 'Black Widow' of her. All she cared was that her own beautiful brunette was okay.
Natasha got to her room and tried opening the locked door, she felt the corner of her eyes sting. "Wanda open the door! It's me, please whatever you're doing don't so it." She yelled and a sob escaped her lips. Quickly she grabbed a bobby pin from her hair and opened the door when she heard no sound. Sobbing as she ripped the room apart searching for her girlfriend. "Wanda!" Natasha screamed, her eyes landed on the bathroom door. She sprinted towards it and tried to open the locked door with the small pin in her hand. Finally the door opened and her eyes met with a small fragile figure gripping at the bottle of painkillers. Wanda looked up and yelped, "Wanda no!" Natasha yelled and tried grabbing the bottle but Wanda pulled away and scooted away from her. "Stop! Please no." Wanda screamed at her and Natasha crawled towards her and sobbed looking at her brown broken eyes. If only she was here sooner this wouldn't happen. This was all her fault, she didn't deserve Wanda. Wanda deserved happiness out of everything. Wanda wailed and Natasha wrapped her arms comfortingly around her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wanda weeped. "Please don't take your life away from me." Natasha whispered and kissed her forehead.
Once Wanda had calmed down Natasha asked her what was wrong, Wanda sighed and ran her hands through her hair. "I-It's been a while since Pietro died and I miss him so much. It's hard because he was apart of who I am and he was always there for me. And to know that he is dead and I could have stopped it. His death is my fault," Tears running down her pale cheeks. "All my fault." Natasha shook her head gently and wiped the tears away.
"No it's not, you can blame yourself for something that happened naturally. Wanda, you are one of the most beautiful person in and out that I ever met. And without you I don't know where I would be, I just want you to know that I love you and Pietro does too. If he were here he wouldn't want you to blame yourself for him. Pietro would want you to move on and be happy. I want you to be happy, because you mean the world to me." Natasha smiled warmly at her beautiful brunette. Wanda looked up at her in wonder, she leaned in and pressed her lips against Natasha's soft ones. Natasha returned with equal passion and ran her hand through her hair. Wanda pulled away and looked at Natasha as if she was a majestic goddess. Her eyes were filled with love as were Natasha's.
"I love you." Wanda whispered and leaned her forehead against Natasha's forehead.
"I love you too." Natasha whispered back and stared into her dark brown eyes.
For once in her life she felt like it was okay to feel vulnerable for someone, even if it hurt like hell.