you knew what you wanted and boy you got her đ
"We're not working out."
Stevenat
Angst
No warning except the angst
They had been dating for a while. In Natashaâs mind, a while meant a few weeks, but for Steve, it meant a few month. It had been two months since their first kiss, and everything seemed to run smoothly. They had decided to take things slow, well, Steve had, so nothing really happened the first month, a few dates here and there, some platonic cuddles on the couch and stolen kisses, warm smiles and longing looks. Around the beginning of the second month, they slept together. The next day, Natasha was avoiding him and, as much as she denied it, Steve knew he was right. They talked it out, and things got better. They got closer, sitting next to each other during Movie Night, sometimes even holding hands, when Nat was in the mood for that. Things were great between them, slowly moving forward, not too fast, not too slow.
However, it was one of Natâs longest relationship since the one she had with Clinton when she first joined SHIELD, and it scared her. She enjoyed Steveâs company, she really did, and maybe that was the worst thing about it, about their relationship. It was all too great, too unreal, and it felt like a dream sheâd wake up from sooner or later, and she didnât know if she was ready to get her trust, her heart broken again. She didnât want to have hope in something that would never become reality. Most importantly, she could feel herself slowly falling in love with the soldier, and she couldnât let it happen, not when she knew how weak it could make her. She couldnât let herself be weak, not when her heart could be broken any minute of the day, not in her line of work. Alone in her room, she sometimes let her fear control her, and she imagined everything that could happen if she let herself fall for the other man. It made her cry, sometimes imagining a happy life they could have but, more often than not, seeing him die before her eyes, by her fault, her heart broken once again. And as much as she trusted Steve Rogers, she knew that Sharon had an eye on him and was just waiting for them to break up to get in the Captainâs arms. Natasha wasnât the jealous type, but Steve ? Steve was different.
Steve was madly in love with Natasha. He had been since they met, on the helicarier. The first time he saw her, her beautiful hair flying in the wind and her clothes hugging her body like a goddess, he knew he was good for it. He knew he would fall for the assassin, he just didnât know when it would happen, but he knew it. Every time he saw her, he felt his heart fill with joy, a soft smile on his lips. When they kissed, when they made love - because thatâs what they did -, there was something in him, screaming to get out. A feeling, a rush, a need, something he couldnât really explain, but he knew she was the only one who could help him cope, with everything.
It was a lovely night, a simple one. They were on the couch in Steveâs part of the compound, his back against the couch as she was sitting sideways, her legs carelessly thrown over his. He was reading some mission report for SHIELD, stroking her leg without really thinking of it, and humming a song he didnât know the lyrics too. It was a lot like one of their usual nights, when they did nothing ut enjoy the otherâs company, but Nat was thinking. Her mind was running, she kept thinking and thinking until, finally, she spoke.
âItâs not working out. Weâre not working out.â
Steve looked up from his piece of paper, frowning, looking in the void for a few seconds, like he was processing the information. When she moved her legs and got up, he looked up at her, hurt visible in his eyes.It made her heart ache in an inexplicable way. âWh-What do you mean ? What are you saying ?â
She sighed, shrugged and turned away, making him frown even more. Why couldnât she just talk to him, like a grown up ? And why, why so suddenly ? Things were good between them, no real, important fights, no yelling, no cheating. Trust, happiness. That was all there was. She took a deep breath, wrapping her arms around herself.
âIâm gonna end up breaking your little heart in two.â
Steve frowned even more, getting up and throwing the file to the side. He could deal with it later. All he wanted to do at this instant was to make sure everything was okay with Natasha, because it didnât seem like it. âWhat are you talking about ? Natasha, whatâs wrong ?â
She let out an exasperated huff and rolled her eyes, turning around to face him. She could see the pain in her eyes, even if she did her best to hide it. He knew her too well to know that in this instant, she wasnât feeling well, and he couldnât figure out why, an it killed him. She was grabbing her own arms like her life depended on it, like it could protect her from something, from pain. He extended an arm in the hopes to touch her, reassure her, tell her he loved her, but she moved away, and his arm fell back to his side. âEverythingâs wrong, Rogers. We just-We canât work. It doesnât- We canât⌠We canât force it.â
Steve frowned, more and more confused at every words coming out of her mouth, every words he could hear. âI- What ? Nat, if youâre forcing yourself into this relationship.. You shouldâve said it earlier ! But I-Iâm not forcing anything. Especially not us.â She sent him a skeptical look and he sighed, looking down. âYou make me feel things, Natasha. And i know you donât want me to say it yet, i know youâre not ready, but i love you. And i donât want you to leave. I love you.â
âYou shouldnât.â
There was a silence. Steve looked up at her, frownin even more, if it was possible. Her arms had fallen to her sides and she was looking at him now, and he knew that the pain he saw in her eyes wasnât just a mirage, something he wanted to see. But it didnât matter, because she turned away, walking up toward the door.
âDonât call me. Not again. Not ever. This was fun, but.. We canât make it work. Iâm sorry, Steve. I really wish i could feel the same way.â
A few seconds after, she was gone, and the only proof she was even there were the floating perfume and the book she used to read delicately placed on the kitchen table. And the tears in Steveâs eyes.
This is one of my old one shots so I hope y'all like it- please leave a not and maybe a request !!
âSheâs a character who lies for a living. Thatâs what she does. Heâs a character who tells the truth, Give them a problem and theyâll have different ways of approaching it. Sheâs pushing him to modernize, and heâs pushing her to add a certain level of integrity to her life.ââ Russo Brothers
"Her head was with Tony on things, but her heart was with Cap in a lot of ways"âAnthony Russo
Me, I am bitches
that awkward moment when Julie Andrews looks better in a suit than any man every could
told me i'm better off, but i'm not.
this is so real ohmygod
i am a big believer in letting music (and other media) come to you when you're ready for it. you may only know vaguely of an acclaimed beloved artist and suspect that you'd be into them but just... not ever get around to it. and then in 15 years one of their songs just hits you the right way and what a gift to suddenly have all of their works to explore! there is no hurry; what is good is always good.
Superheroes struggle with mental health.
Tony Stark has anxiety and PTSD
Bruce Banner has depression and suicidal tendencies
Steve Rogers has survivor's guilt, PTSD, and suicidal tendencies
Bucky Barnes has PTSD
Clint Barton has depression
Sam Wilson has PTSD
Wanda Maximoff has depression and struggles with grief
Thor has depression, binge-eating disorder, and alcoholism
Natasha most likely suffers from PTSD and childhood trauma
Steven/Marc has Dissociative Identity Disorder
Peter Parker suffers from grief and possibly PTSD/depression
Thena has dementia
Peggy Carter suffers from memory issues
Rocket Raccoon has PTSD and depression
Nebula has PTSD
Gamora has PTSD
Peter Quill struggles with grief and anger issues
Drax has PTSD, anger issues, and struggles with grief
(Lets just face it all of the Guardians have at least one mental illness)
This doesn't even cover all of them. I just feel like our lil mentally unwell superheroes deserve more recognition for fighting even when things are hard.
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It's "ice queen" until Mulder brings her a hot coffee and her favourite kind of muffin for an early meeting, and her smile could melt glass. Until a room full of accountants watches them pass the paper cup back and forth without even looking, spilling not a single drop. Until she gives him an undecipherable look and Mulder comes back after their ten-minute break with yet another one to share. Until she leans in like she is going to kiss him before simply bumping her shoulder against his, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed.
It's "annoying" and "insufferable" until Mulder almost trips over his own feet while clinging to every single word spilling from her lips. Until he walks straight into Skinner because he was looking at her and only her. Until he listens to Scully and Scully only, until he silences people with a glare when they interrupt her during meetings, until he starts introducing her as Dr. Special Agent Scully, daring anyone to contradict him or drop an honorific.
It's "ice queen" until Mulder gets injured, and she refuses to leave his side even as they make their way through the crowded building. It's just a hair fracture, Scully, and she almost shoves someone into a doorway to make space for him. Your ankle is broken. Hair fracture. Broken.
It's "prudish" and "prissy" until people occasionally catch them in an empty corridor, watching as Mulder wipes away dark red smudges from the corners of her mouth while the same colour is smeared across his lips. Until there is enough visible adoration in the way their hands brush together that it makes any bystander blush.
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Soft. Warm. Loving. In love.
Scully smiles at Mulder like he's her whole world, and he smiles back like she hung every single moon and star into the sky.
It's "Mr. and Mrs. Spooky" from their very first case right up until the day a ring is glinting on Mulder's finger and another one on a thin gold band around Scully's neck, resting above her heart.