Imagine That: Multifandom Part Two

the wrong prophecy | natasha romanoff

"Yeah, yeah..."

Biting her lip, she rolled her eyes playfully before looking around quickly and leaning against a desk to catch her breath. I was glad her attention was no longer on me, or she'd surely begin to notice the warmth spreading across my cheeks, and not from the punch.

As I leaned against a desk for support also, catching my breath from the fight, both of us perked up at sound of Steve's voice in our earpieces.

"Nat, there's a bomb on your floor, north east corner of the building," he said, and as he was talking, I got a sense of deja vu, making me straighten up with confusion. "I'm a bit–" he grunted, and a loud smack followed before he continued, "–preoccupied right now. Can you get there?"

Swallowing hard, I suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere, like the air was beginning to get a little too suffocating, and the sunlight streaming through the windows was getting a little too bright. Why did this seem so familiar?

"On it," Natasha responded quickly, a recognisable raspiness to her voice, like I'd heard that before.

My gaze took in the open-plan office we were standing in, and I began to remember the familiarity of the place. It was wrecked, with furniture – desks, desk chairs, cabinets – strewn about and half destroyed from the fight that had just taken place. My eyes widened when I put it together, and the pain in my cheek was long forgotten as my heart was pounding in my ears.

Natasha pushed herself off the desk she was leaning on and checked her watch before nodding to me authoritatively, just like she had in my dream two years ago. It had been a prophecy, which meant...

"Go help Steve, I'll meet you there," she ordered, green eyes dark as they stared through me, and before she could race out of the office like I knew she would, I grabbed her by the arm to stop her.

"No, you can't go!" I exclaimed, and when she watched me with confusion, all I could see was her lifeless body, half burnt face, inanimate eyes staring back at me.

"What the hell, Y/N? Let go!" she raised her voice, but was more puzzled than angry. She tried to yank her arm away from me, but I refused to let go.

"No, no, no, you've got to stay here," I rushed out, and my voice was shaking just like my hands were. I shook my head frantically, eyes tearing up at the mere thought of losing her. "You can't go to that bomb, Natasha. Please."

"Y/N, stop it!" she shouted, ripping her arm from my grasp and backing up. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but you gotta stop it!"

As she turned to leave, I raced her to the door and stopped her from going anywhere. She immediately clenched her jaw, fixing her glare on me.

"You've got to stay here," I begged her, resting my hands on her shoulders and walking her backwards slowly. Surprisingly, she let me, and I shook my head once more. "Please, just listen to me."

She furrowed her brows when I let go of her, so I used her confusion to speak into my earpiece.

"Tony, you go to the bomb, Nat is busy," I rushed out.

"What?" Steve asked. "Did I hear that right?"

"What the fuck, Y/N?!" Natasha yelled, before shoving me out the way and fixing me with a glare. "Stay out of my way!" She pressed her hand to hear earpiece, adding, "Ignore Y/N, I'm on it."

I frowned, tears streaming down my face as I made one last attempt to stop her. "Natasha, please!"

She didn't bother turning around as she stalked to the door to leave, and I was getting overwhelmed because my nightmare was coming true and I only had one chance to stop it, and I was blowing it. Natasha would never give up the chance to save innocents, even if it meant she'd die in the process. I could tell her the truth about what I'd seen right here, right now, but it wouldn't make a difference. Because Natasha Romanoff was a hero and she would put her life on the line as any hero would.