Y/n pov
Flashback
"You listen carefully now girly, where is it?" a tall man asks, slapping me across my face again. Repeating the question, leaning my chair that i'm tied to.
"And i say once again, go fuck yourself" i spit in his face and the anger he felt before, is nothing compared to the anger he's feeling now. His hand hard on my cheek again and i spit out some blood on the floor beside my chair.
"You listen closely, you better tell me or there will come some people who won't be as nice as me" he says and i grin, which makes him angries, pleasing me.
"Then let them come and do your job"
End of flashback
"Wands, what the hall... what are you doing" Natasha asks, now standing in the open bathroom door. And it just hits Wanda what she did, as i have my hand on my burning cheek and realise that i'm on the floor. A warm feeling with the stinging, and i feel the blood. But no open wound... how did i heal that quickly?
"I... i don't... i" she tries to form a sentence to explain but she can't. She blames me... and she's probably right. But i choose to ignore what just happened and stand up. But before i have to say anything again, Natasha turns to the toilet again and throws up. I get to her before Wanda and hold up her hair, as well as rubbing her back.
"I think you should leave" i say and she gives me a killing gaze, but knows i'm right. "I'll update you later, i promise"
Wanda pov
Gods, i hate her, but she is right so i do leave the two in there, alive. I hate it when someone else is right. It doesn't feel right leaving Nat alone with her, not in her current state... either of their current states. I don't feel like going back to the others, it would seem like i got kicked out. Which i did, but they don't need to know that. So instead of letting my anger out on anyone in particular, i head down to the gym and start punishing a punching bag. I don't even keep track of the time, i just don't stop.
"I bet you're picturing that that's Y/n" Clint's voice calmly says behind me. He's not entirely wrong though.
"I just don't get hoe she can forgive her" i say between punches. "ONe day she's saving her ass and the next day she's running away with our enemy. Not to mention kissing him when she knew that we were watching"
"Natasha loves her"
"I know, but does y/n love her back as much?"
"I guess we'll see"
"But i don't know if leaving or staying proves it. She left because she loved her, to protect her."
"I think you're thinking too much, but if anything happens, i'm on the same side as you on this"
Y/n pov
After a whole throw up balooza i take Natasha back to her bed, laying her down close to my chest. Brushing her hair out of her face.
"Ready to tell me what's wrong?" i ask but she just shakes her head and buries herself more in me. This isn't the Natasha i remember, but maybe one gets soft after safe living for a few years. But i somehow know not to push her to answer. But that memory that i woke up to is still the first thing on my mind. I know i had done the opposite thing from what Peggy had told me to do but that wasn't a part of it. That happened only a few years ago, and i had left Peggy in the camp in 1945. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it's probably a cold or something" she nestles her head under my skin, listening to the sound of my breathing. "It's nothing" she mumbles, almost half asleep. It's almost noon now, but i can feel her being ill. It's just something i feel. Like the waves of our powers, the sound of her heartbeat or the sound of the blood rushing through her veins. A hunger i don't quite understand burns in my throat. But the tiredness somehow wins over the strange hunger. And since i didn't get much sleep last night, i slowly fall into the same dark cloud of sleep that took Natasha.
Flashback - Two and a half weeks ago
"Here" a man says, seconds before something brings the door down. I can't even lift my head to look after but i sense two people entering my cell. A woman's fingers lift up my chin so that i can see her. The red hair, the green eyes. I try to smile at the woman in front of me but is unsuccessful.
"They've starved her, Tony you must carry her" the man gives her a questioning look but shrugs it off as he carries me up in his arms. I would have so much on my mind but it's so empty. All i want is to be in her arms.
"Everyone fall back now" i hear another man over the comes in Tony's suit, then a loud explosion above us. I see him giving her a look that says that we need to gom NOW.
"Stay right there, your not taking her anywhere" i hear his voice behind me. I don't even dare to turn around to see him, i just stay curled up in Tony's hard grip on me.
"Yes, she is" Natasha says and i can feel the grey eyes on me, but i'm frozen and with tears in my eyes.
"Natalia, good to have you home. Now come on honey, don't do anything stupid" Christopher says, and i hear the sound of a sharp knife out of it's skin.
"Oh i wouldn't dream of it. Tony, take her to the others" and before the sentence is done, the thud of bodies falling to the ground echoes in the hall and i feel us moving, the smell... i can't shake. I want to get on the ground and help her but Tony makes it impossible for me to move.
The mumbles of others are heard as he sets me down on a bench, the smell of my brother coming against me. His strong arms wrapped around me and i want to cry... but i can't. I have no tears left. But i can feel strength coming back to me by the fresh air outside.
"Nat, get up here now" Clint's voice is worried and in the next second exhaustion rushes through me and i almost lose balance in James arms. Then Natasha comes into my blurred view. I meet her gaze that holds nothing but love and i realise the danger i've put her in. Her legs bend under her and i throw myself out of my brother's arms to catch her. Her eyes flutter close as we both land hard on the Quinjet floor. I feel everyone's gaze on me but i close in my hearing on her heartbeat... to keep myself from killing them all and making sure that she's alive.
End of flashback