Take me home : Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

Pt 1 Chapter 2 - Rough Memories

Y/n's POV

I went to sleep thinking all was fine, but through the night I had another nightmare. It had been happening at Tony's but tonight it was worse. Perhaps talking about my past had brought up more feelings. But the memory of the burning walls crashing down around me and the screams of my neighbors were clear as day. As were my father's last words to me. "Go, don't look back. I will be there in a minute. Go sweetheart." 

I screamed that night, the night of the fire as I watched the building crumble. I screamed at the thought of my father lying lifeless among the flame and ash. It haunted me, turning to nightmares. So there I was in my room, dreaming, screaming, crying.

Natasha's POV

It was the middle of the night, everyone was asleep and I heard this horrendous scream. It was coming from across the hall. Y/n's room. She was opposite me and Wanda was next to her. I heard it first rushed from my bed and into her room. I found her curled up on her bed, her face stained with tears. She was sobbing into her hands but looked up as I approached. She stopped her sobs as once as a look of slight panic flashed across her face. 

"Hey, hey. I'm here." I reassured her, taking a seat on her bed. I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and she collapsed in tears again against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her body, it was strange, I never really hugged anyone. She rested her head on my shoulder, silently sobbing. I stroked the back of her hair desperately wondering what was wrong. Wanda came rushing in, looking worried. She stood in the doorway, she used her powers to see what Y/n was feeling.

"You're making it better." She mouthed to me as I continued to stroke Y/n's hair, her head still buried in my shoulder.

Y/n's POV

I just collapsed onto Nat's shoulder, and she started stroking my hair. The memory of my father was burning into my mind but her touch was comforting. Slowly my crying stopped and I looked up into Nat's emerald eyes. They looked tired and her eyes were glazed with small tears. Wanda looked similar, stood watching us from just inside the doorway. She came over and took a seat next to Nat.

"I'm sorry." I sniffed, wiping the tears from my face. I hated showing emotions, especially to strangers. My father always taught me emotion is a vulnerability and should be kept to ourselves. But he was gone now.

"There is no need to be sorry Y/n." Nat smiled, she looked down to meet my gaze as I looked down in my lap. My hair had fallen over my face and she gently tucked it behind my ear. For a moment I saw Wanda's eyes glow red as she watched me look back up at Natasha. A smile grew across the witches face.

"I saw that." I mumbled to her, a smile breaking across my own. "Sorry." she giggled.

"I couldn't help it." she scrunched her nose, it was cute.

"What's wrong?" Nat questioned softly. Her eyes danced over my face and she took hold of my hand.

"My father died in a fire that I survived last week."

"Oh Y/n I'm so sorry. That must be so hard." I nodded my head but put on a brave smile.

"I'm still getting night mare about it." I replied. "It's okay though, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Wanda asked, she still looked really worried.

"Yeh, I think so. Sorry for waking you up. I thought I had gotten it under control."

"Don't be sorry. We are your family now. You never have to apologize for feeling something. We are always here." Nat insisted. I smiled as a tear escaped my eye. I was so lucky to have met such wonderful people. "Thank you."