NATASHA ROMANOFF IMAGINES

Hail Hydra

You're at a Stark party. Natasha went to the bar. You stayed on the dance floor until she would come back.

"Would you like a quick dance?" A random guys asks. "Sure, why not?" Natasha wouldn't get mad, would she?

You and the guy are dancing on a slow song. And then he whispers: "Hail Hydra."

"What?" He stabs you in the stomach with a knife. Blood seeps through your dress, soaking your hands.

Thor sees you. "Lady Y/n, what's the matter?" "Is that blood?" Tony walks up to you. But Natasha was faster. "For gods sake Y/n! Who did this!" She kneels right next to you, helping to stop the bleeding. "H-Hydra."

Tony passes Natasha a towel from the bar. "Keep pressure on in Nat."

But then you pass out from blood loss.

You hear Tony screaming. "Hey, come on, you need to wake up!" But come on, death isn't that bad, right? Kind of.. how shall we call it? Peaceful. Natasha is starting to scream too. "Hey, come on, you need to wake up!"

You say to yourself: "Hey, come on, stay asleep."