𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐬 ❺

Chapter 24

Day 4

“Maria, I think I’m fine with this. We don’t have to throw everything out.” Nat said.

“Those things will only remind you of him.” Maria countered. “It’s a precaution.”

“Fine. We will do this your way.” Nat gave up arguing with her friend.

They searched around the apartment and trying to find anything that belonged to Steve. They started with the bedroom and bathroom first. Maria was in the bathroom while Nat was in the closet.

Nat sighed when she saw a huge amount of clothes in there. There was his shirts that she stole it from time through time because it was unbelievably comfortable and Steve loved it when she wore something of his. Nat shuddered at the thought and a flash of memories filled her head.

He was turned on by everything hers but his possessiveness had a thing when his girl wapping by something of his.

“Shit…” Nat groaned. “Shit…” She still thought about them. Stop it right now, Romanoff!

Nat ended up throwing everything in the basket. His shirts, t-shirts, shorts, boxer, and sweats will be burn to hell after this.

After she was done with the closet, Nat stepped outside with a basketful of clothes. His clothes that turned out were one of the two things that could sooth her back to sleep. Nat shook her head before setting out to find the remaining of Steve's belongings. Her eyes roamed around the room until something caught her eyes.

The fucking sketch that he gave her hanging on the wall of her bedroom. The very first one that he drew her while they were waiting for the laundry. A slow and peaceful day that he helped her cleaned up the apartment. It was a beautiful memory until he ruined it.

Natasha quickly took it down from the wall and threw it into the trash bin. It fell down with a loud noise of glass shattering. Another memory of them was gone.

Wait! No! What have she done?

Nat quickly ran to the bin and tried to pull out the drawing from the shattered glass, only to cut herself with it. Blood drew from her hand as she tried to retrieve the sketch.

It was a good memory, pure and innocent and it had nothing to do with the disgusting memories that he wanted to use her for sex. They were friends.

"What the hell are you doing, Nat?" Maria asked and came  to Nat only to see blood soaked Nat's hand. "You're cutting yourself? ARE YOU MAD?"

"No! I just trying to retrieve the sketch before it's too late." Natasha explained.

"What sketch?"

"This one." Nat revealed the drawing that she held close to her heart.

Maria's eyes scanned the piece of art and she knew right away that it was from Steve but she didn't saw the artist's signature that would confirm that it belonged to Steve. It was a beautiful sketch that captured Natasha in the most natural and loving way. It had to come from someone who could make her relaxed around them.

"Why are you trying save it?"

"It was a beautiful memory. An innocent one that I shouldn't throw away."

"You know what I will advise you."

"I know...but I have to keep this one."

Maria held Nat in her arms. "Okay, sweetheart, I will tend to those cuts."

Maria got up and went inside the bathroom to get the first aid kit before tending to Natasha's hand. After bandaged Nat up, the two continued to put everything belonged to Steve in a box so they could throw it away.