Number Neighbors- Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Chapter 16

No, I tried calling Leon

He lives nearby i thought maybe-

fuck I'm so stupid

Nat🔪:

No, y/n, you're not stupid

You're scared.

You're not going to be perfect at handling

This kind of situation. No one is

Nat🔪:

Do you have any weapons in your bag?

Y/n🍦:

Nat listen-

If I don't...

Nat🔪:

Don't.

Y/n🍦:

Please.

Nat🔪:

No, i'm not listening to any requests you have

You're going to be okay

Is he still there?

Y/n🍦:

Yeah

I've walked around the block a few times

I don't know where to go

Nat's fingers itched over the call button, she would be a lot better at reassuring you over the phone. But her voice was raspy and recognizable, would you realize it was her as soon as she said hello? Would that be a bad thing? Could she risk telling you her identity? Could she trust you? After so many years and so many people were you finally going to be the one to break down her carefully constructed walls? She sighed frustratingly, now was not the time. You needed her.

Y/n🍦:

Fuck

I think he's getting closer

Nat🔪:

Y/n go to a house with the light on

And knock on their door.

Or look for a large group of people.

Find a public space.

She was growing more desperate by the minute. God if she ever got her hands on the bastard that's making you this petrified she was going to do more than just kill him.

"Peter, how far away are you?"

"Five minutes Miss Romanoff" She could hear his breathlessness, she didn't imagine it was easy to swing across buildings at that speed.

Nat🔪:

Y/n, keep talking to me okay?

Y/n🍦:

I don't know why I decided to go out.

I just wanted some ice cream

I'm so stupid

Nat🔪:

No.

You are not stupid

This bastard is. Trust me.

Do you have high heels on?

Or your keys?

Y/n🍦:

No-

I walked to the store

Nat🔪:

Look for anything on the ground

A glass bottle or rocks

Y/n🍦:

Nat

I'm scared

Natasha waited for you to keep texting. Waited desperately for something witty to come across the screen, anything to let her know you were still safe. Peter was close now, close enough to hopefully make it before any irreparable damage is done but- if this guy has a weapon. She sucked in a sharp breath.

Nat🔪:

Y/n?

Y/n answer me.

y/n c'mon

Y/n. please.

The dam broke. She hit the call button. She couldn't pretend she didn't care about you even a little bit. It rang and rang, stone cold silence filled her room between each shrill toll of her phone. Don't panic.

She stood and began pacing back and forth, running a shaky hand through her hair.

Each ring was torture- and she knew torture. Come on Y/n. Another blare of useless noise before the line connected.

All she heard was a brief 'umph' before the line went dead.

Fuck.

-A/n: Giving Y/n more trauma 'for the plot' ~ Starry