~Natasha's POV~
I watch Y/n walk out of the lab, wanting to run after her but my body was frozen. I could feel Bruce's smug grin covering his lips and without thinking or reasoning I pushed my fist across his face before making my exit out of the room.
Everyone's eyes capturing the moment, not saying a word as I walk past. I heard the screeching of rubber coming from Tony's garage, Y/n hijacked one of the cars and made her getaway.
Knowing I missed her, I went straight to my room. Locking the door, then leaning back against it. I sigh, allowing the tears, that were hanging on for dear life, be free, hitting the floor below. The more I let my emotions emote, the more weaker I became in my knees which caused me to slide down the smoothened wood, reaching the not so fluffy carpet.
I bring my knees closer to my body, hugging them like they're the only thing to bring me comfort. Crying into my legs like there's no tomorrow, making my heart break more than it already did the moment Y/n called me out on leaning into Bruce's touch. I felt pain before but this was worse than the Red Room's torture or fighting on missions.
I had craved Bruce's affection for so long that when I finally got it, he made me realise I didn't care for it. Y/n has every right to be mad but if only I let a single word escape my mouth, then maybe we wouldn't be over.
~A week later~
"Tasha, you have to go to bed" Bucky advises as he walks into the main room
"Not until I find her" I state, looking over the same screen I've been staring at for the past week.
I thought I found her but when I went into the apartment she left a note with the words "Better luck next time, sweetheart" written on it.
"You've not been to sleep in three days. You're hardly eating. We always find you here looking over everything that's already been read through. When was the last time you showered?" Bucky questions my well-being
"I can get back to normal when I talk to her and... explain everything" I sigh.
"Tash, stop this" Carol walks into the room
"I just want to know if she's safe" I state, slumping down in the chair placed behind me
"It's Y/n. That girl can take care of herself" Carol mentions.
"I don't want to leave things like this... I hate this! It hurts and I'm the one who caused it!" I express.
~2 week later~
~Y/n's POV~
I make my way up the dirt track leading towards the place I've been calling home for the past week and a half. It's not much but it'll keep me safe for now. On the run from S.H.I.E.L.D, Twelve and now Natasha has proven to be a test but I'm neither dead or back in prison so it's working out for me.
I push past the lavender bushes as catch the glimpse of the metallic caravan standing tall in the middle of the field located somewhere in Norway. It's a nice, relaxing place. It's freeing and allows one to really clear their mind and figure out what exactly will happen next.
Every night I go to sleep and I think of her. I close my eyes and her touch is everywhere upon my body. Her scent roams around the room likes it's her own. I'd usually sleep with someone to get rid of this feeling but I feel like if i laid next to someone else I'd be cheating, despite the fact we're no longer together.
Sometimes in the morning, just as I open my eyes, her body lays in front of me. Her emeralds would still have the same glow as they always would when the rays of sun would reflect off of them. Her hair would be tucked behind her ear. The covers would barely be covering her hour glass figure so my hand would glide down her waist, pulling her body closer to me so she could embrace me in her warmth, but then, when I go to reach for her, she's gone and I lay alone within my empty bed.
At night sometimes I'd look across the table and picture her sitting there, laughing at whatever stupid joke I told her or she would be listening to how my day was.
I open the caravan door, I sit on the floor with my feet perched on the steps. I undo my laces and remove my walking boots off my feet, bashing the shoes together, getting most of the mud off before jumping out of my skin at the voice that appeared behind me.
"You're a hard lady to track down" her voice rings through my ears but not bringing me the same joy it did back then
"You couldn't just leave me alone?" I stand back up and walk into the caravan, trying to avoid all eye contact knowing I'd fall right back into her.
"You know I wasn't going to do that. Not until I know that I've explained everything to you" she states
"Natasha, there's nothing to explain. I gave you a chance then but you remained silent. You didn't even chase after me when I walked out" I remind her finally looking at her dimly lit green orbs.
"There's everything to explain" Natasha states
"It's too late" I mention, walking over to the kitchen area of the caravan
"What do you mean it's too late? You're the one who's running from me!" Natasha mentions
"Because my past got found out! I broke out of prison for you and yet you couldn't even choose me!" I remind her.
"I'm here to choose you! I'm here because it's you! I want you and only you! That kiss only meant one thing to me and that I no longer craved him because now I'm here craving you!" Natasha shouts
"Yeah?! Well guess what... I want you too! I've always wanted you!" I scream back
"Then shut up and kiss me!" She commands.
In an instant, my hands fell onto her hips, pushing her against the fridge door. Natasha's lips attach to mine with such hunger. Natasha begins to mess around with my belt, undoing it then pulling it out of the loops.
With my hands still on her hips, I begin to untuck her jumper from her jeans. Lifting it over her head and throwing it upon the floor, reaching our lips with the same passion as before.
I tap the back of Natasha's thighs, signalling for her to jump up which she proceeded to do. Our lips still in pursuit of trying to dominate one another, I carry Natasha down the hall into the bedroom.
I lay her down upon the bed. She readjusts herself as I take off my hoodie. I crawl up her body, placing mark after mark along any surface of skin I touch.
My hand trails up the inside of Natasha's thighs, edging closer and closer to her core as I muffle her gasps with my lips. Natasha unbuttons her own jeans, removing them herself, clearly desperate for my touch.
I palm the lace fabric that blocked me from her core. The wetness already present. I bring my movements to a halt which caused Natasha to whine. I look into her now lustfully blown eyes "Tell me what you want" I lick my lips
"You" she breathes out
"What exactly do you want sweetheart?" I question
"You to make me scream" Natasha answers, pulling down on my neck as she bucks up her hips hoping to gain a small amount of friction.
Without any further words, I got the information I needed and pursued on the opportunity laying in front of me. I slip two fingers passed the lace, gaining some moisture upon them before slowly sliding them inside of her.
Natasha bites down upon my bottom lip, rolling her head back into the pillow, trying to muffle her moans. She let's go of my lip, popping it back into place "We're in the middle of nowhere. No one will hear you scream, sweetheart" I assure her, picking up the speed with my fingers.
"Oh, fuck" she pants out as my teeth graze against the skin upon her neck and my fingers curling against her G-spot.
Natasha's walls began to close around my fingers, trapping them in "Baby!" She screams as I get her closer "... please" she begs quietly
"Please... What?" I play dumb, curling my fingers more
"Ah! Please can I cum?" She questions.
With me granting her wish, Natasha came down from her high and after a few more rounds, the pair of us lay in bed, out of breathe and sweating.
We gave the best aftercare we could within this caravan before Natasha snuggled into my side and we both drifted off to sleep. I didn't have to imagine her touch anymore, I finally got my dream.
But our status of relationships was still to be discussed.
Who doesn't love angry break-up sex? 😏