Natasha Romanoff OneShots

relationship strain (1) - SJ

I really needed to write something angsty today. I've been in a constant state of panic all day and I've just seen a couple of instagram posts that just finished me off. I hope this is ok.

I also changed it slightly, just because it fit a little better with how this story was going.

warnings: sh, swearing, blood
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Y/N POV
I stumbled through the front door, balancing my purse and keys in one hand and a pile of scripts in the other. It was late, how late I have no idea, but judging the lack of light in the house, I knew Scarlett had gone to bed. Dumping my stuff by the door, my hand scrambled around on the wall trying to find the light switch. Eventually coming up unsuccessfully, I blindly walked down the hallway using the torch light from my phone.

Our bedroom was pitch black, but I could see the faint outline of my girlfriend's body under the covers. Guilt stuck me as I realised I'd come home late for the 3rd time this week.

I walked over to my desk, placing the stack of papers next to my laptop, before grabbing the t-shirt and sweatpants that lay on the back on the chair. My limbs were so tired, and I almost fell asleep on my feet. Changing out of my day clothes and into my pyjamas, I quickly scrambled into bed, pulling the covers over my head in desperate attempt to fall asleep. Which happened surprisingly quickly.

I woke up several hours later to the smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs. The clock on the bedside table showed 8:37, so I pulled myself out of bed, slipping on Scarlett's black widow hoodie and a pair of fluffy socks. I walked out of our room and into the kitchen, where she was stood over the cooker, a frying pan in her hand and her hair thrown up into a messy french braid. I slowly crept up behind her, slipping my arms around her waist and burying my head in her neck, inhaling her warm, comforting scent. I felt her tense slightly before she relaxed.

"Morning baby" I whispered into her shoulder. She shrugged herself out of my grip, muttering a small "morning" back. I furrowed my brows at her unusual behaviour; usually she was the happiest person in the morning.

"You ok?" I asked, watching her plate up the bacon and eggs, pushing one in front of me. She nodded her head slightly, humming in response. I put my fork down and stared at her.

"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to catch her eye. But she kept her head down, suddenly very interested in her breakfast foods. "Scar, I know somethings up. You're never like this."

"I'm fine Y/N" she defended and I scoffed, leaning back in my chair.

"That's bullshit." I said. But then something clicked in my mind. "Is it because I came home late last night?"

Scarlett put her knife and fork down. "Not just last night Y/N. Almost every night this week. I barely see you anymore."

"Scar you know I'm just busy at the moment. That project is so nearly done, it's just the final push now."