'Fools Rush In'

'Cold.' Part 17.

You let out a solemn sigh and begin to take your rings off. Wanda's eyes widen "Wait. Wait. We can, we can fix this Y/N. Just tell me what I need to do to make this better. To make us better." You look at her red, swollen eyes "I wish I could tell you what that entailed but honestly, I just, we rushed into this. I should have never said yes." You hear their breath catch in their throats as they both hold back their sobs.

You pull your rings off and place them in the center of the table. You take Lena's extended hand and walk to the door, thanking Charlie as she opens it for you and the blonde. Once you're outside of the condo you walk on autopilot, thankful that Lena has your hand to guide you. Charlie helps you in the front seat while Lena climbs in the back. Once Charlie is in the car you break down. Sobs wrack your frail frame as you cave in on yourself.

You thought for a moment you had found happiness, I mean you did, they made you happy. You didn't lie to your dad when you told him how happy they both had made you. You had a silly dream, one in which you would grow old with them, raise your children on a farm similar to Natasha's parents. That you would sit on a porch swing between your two wives as your twins ran around the front yard.

Your belly having grown from your third child, maybe even a cat curled up in your lap, purring as you pet her behind the ear. Every night you'd go to bed snuggled between the two with words of 'I love you's' filling the empty space between y'all then every morning you'd wake up to forehead kisses.

You're life would make sense. Have meaning to it because they would be in it. Because until you met them you didn't know what love could truly feel like.
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25 weeks

"Natasha you have to stop moping around." Carol says as she grabs the redheads arm and tries to pull her off the couch but to no avail "I can't Carol." Natasha leans back further into the human shaped dent she's created on the once pristine couch. "Th-they both left me Carol." Natasha leans forwards, elbows on her thighs as she sobs. "Wanda couldn't even look me in the eyes after Y/N left, she just grabbed her stuff and left."

Carol drops to her knees in front of Natasha pulling her hands away from her face. "Hey, hey listen Nat" Natasha continues to cry into her hands, body shaking lightly as the sobs continue to move through her. Carol looks up across the room making eye contact with her wife, an unsure look in her eyes.

She's known Natasha for years now and the one thing she knows without a shadow of a doubt is how in love Natasha is with Wanda, she's seen the love the older redhead has for the younger unfold before her very own eyes.

Hell, even when Y/N was a one night stand she had to hear Natasha talk non stop about the cute brunette she and Wanda met at the club.

If its possible to fall in love with someone you've just met.

Can someone have more than one soulmate?

That she wasn't a monster like her ex made her out to be, that she was capable of having someone love her, that it was her turn to truly love and be loved.

Carol finally managed to pull Nats hands from her face, chocolate eyes meeting saddened emeralds "I didn't cheat Carol. I would NEVER cheat, not on anyone and not on them." Natasha croaks out "never" she whispers.

Carol pulls Nat into a tight embrace, letting the redhead weep on her shoulder "I love you Nat, we love you." "You bet your ass we do!" Marie chirps up from behind the pair, her hand soothingly squeezing Nats shoulder. Natasha releases a watery laugh, hand reaching to grasp at Maries, squeezing in thanks.

"What am I going to do guys? They both think I cheated on them, that I don't love them." "Then you prove to them you didn't cheat on them." Natasha releases a humorless laugh "And how do you suppose I do that? Y/N walked in with Marias head buried in my lap next to my you know." Nat gestures downwards with her head "cock?" Carol bluntly replies and Marie narrows her eyes at her wife "have some couth Carol" Marie glares at the blonde, a hint of a smirk at her lips.

"Doesn't Tony keep cameras in all the offices as a safety precaution?" Carol speaks up after a few moments of silence. Natasha jolts up off the couch, practically pushing the blonde to the floor in her rushed state. She makes quick strides to her front door, grabbing the keys to her bike and wallet "Where are you going?!" Carol yells after her disheveled friend "To get my wives back." She pauses at the door before turning around "I love you both." Natasha smiles out.

"Yeah, yeah, we love you too, now go get em tiger." Carol quips out as Marie slaps her wifes arm playfully "We love you too Nat. Now. Go! Fight for your lady loves." Natasha nods her head as she slams her door behind her, hastily making her way down to the parking garage where her bike is parked.

She knows she looks like a crazy lady with her hair in a messy braid, joggers, no bra and sandles she slipped on in a rush. Its winter in New York, maybe she should have been smarter and at least grabbed a coat and close toed shoes.

She weaved in and out of traffic as carefully as she could under the circumstances and made it to Stark Towers. She rushed inside, fumbling with her wallet to pull out her badge to allow her past security. She waited with bated breath as she watched the numbers steadily climb on the elevator. She watched as the numbers passed Tony's office floor, heading straight for PH.

She scrambled out of the metal box practically falling to her knees before two pairs of feet. One mans, one womans, her eyes trailed up until she met an arched brow belonging to a well groomed, goateed man and the other pair of shoes belonging to an impecably dressed blonde.

"Uhh h-hi Tony, Mr. Stark, sir." Natasha stuttered out. She stood up, clothes in disarray but honestly she could care less, she's not here to walk a runway. She's here to get her wives back, to prove that she didn't cheat, there's no way in her right mind that she would ever let another woman put her hands, mouth or any other body part anywhere near what belongs to her wives.

"Pepper, hi, long time no see, how are you?" the blonde just stares with an amused smile yet her eyes hold one of empathy mixed with anger. Natasha looks rough, not the same confident redheaded ball buster that roams the tower barking orders and getting shit done.

"I'm good dear, yourself?" a rhetorical question really, but she'll ask nonetheless, afterall its the polite thing to do. "Honestly Pep." Natasha sighs out "its been hell these past few weeks." "So we've heard." Pepper speaks up, voice a bit clipped.

"You know." Tony begins "I have to tell you Romanoff, after I heard what happened a large part of me was absolutely furious. Break glass against a wall, hire a hitman type furious." Natasha releases a rough gulp, hands fidgeting with one another in an anxious manner.

"But then, then I was happy." "Wh-what?" Natasha speaks up confused "Happy?" "Oh absolutely. Because if we're being honest Romanoff, you don't deserve my daughter, hell you don't even deserve Maximoff."

"T-Tony, please hear me out." Nat begins to plead "No. I don't think I will. We will continue our professional relationship because quite frankly you're good at what you do, but beyond that" he lets out a dry chuckle as his hand interlocks with Peppers.

"Well there's nothing beyond that, now is there?" he steps around Nat and guides his wife by the small of her back onto the elevator. "Happy." "Yeah boss?" the man grunts "When you're done, mind taking out the trash?" "I'd be more than happy to sir."

Natashas eyes begin to water, her bottom lip trembling. This was her chance, chance to prove to the two women she loves more than life itself that she'd never cheat on them.

"WAIT!"

She hurriedly puts her hand between the closing doors, triggering the sensor to open them back up "Tony, Pepper. I love your daughter with all of me and then some, same goes for Wanda. They're both the most important people in my life next to my sister and my babies."

"Listen Romanoff, we don't have ti-" "Tony, let her speak." Nat gives a thankful look Peppers way, her eyes avoiding Tonys hard glare "I didn't cheat. I know with every fiber of my being I didn't cheat. Please, I know you have cameras in all the offices. Please Tony, all I'm asking is you go over the footage. Even if I'm not there, just watch it...." she lets out an exasperated sigh "pleaseeee."

There's a moment of silence before Tony speaks up "You made your bed, now lie in it Romanoff." the doors close as Natasha falls to her knees, sobs wrack through her body, bottom lip trembling. She wraps her arms around herself. She feels arms gently grip her under her arms and help her to stand. She makes eye contact with Happy, the man nods his head in understanding, Nat grips his shirt tightly in her fist as he allows her to cry onto his shoulder.