We have just been laying in her bed, her head on my chest, arm around my stomach to lock her fingers with my own. I have my free hand playing with her hair, noticing how her body relaxes into me more and more the longer I massage her head while we watch episodes of That 70s Show.

Our chests both vibrate with laughter at some scenes, me feeling just content alone with Wanda. I admitted how I felt, everything worked out...except for one last thing. Natasha. I have to talk to her before Wanda and I do anything else, before everyone finds out before I get a chance to tell her myself. What if she hates me? Or what if she shoots me? She is kind of intimidating but hurting her, I don't know what she'll do. I don't want to ditch Nat, I care about her. But my feelings for Wanda, they just overpower it all.

God the idea of hurting such an incredible woman is making me sick.

"You're tempting me, you know." Her voice is at a low volume, somewhat groggy from being so tired but still she tilts her head upwards to grab a look at me, eyes searching my own.

"You're thinking very loud."

"I'm sorry," I breathe out, trying to dismiss the topic but she doesn't let up...as expected. She's stubborn like that.

She sits up, leaning in to place a chaste kiss upon my lips, fingers raking through my hair before landing like a soft pillow on my cheek. Lifting our still connected hands, she kisses the back of mine before straddling my lap, tilting her head in curiosity at my clouded thoughts.

"I have to tell Nat...about us."

Catching on now, she slowly nods and sucks in a long breath, then breathes it out slowly, dragging out the time before she speaks.

"Right, do you know what you're going to say?"

Scoffing, I raise an eyebrow as I sarcastically say, "how's 'Hey Nat, I just professed my undying love for Wanda and came here to tell you that you've been voted off the island. But see you at training!'"

She sighs and looks at me with the look that tells me to drop the sarcasm and be serious.

"Y/N."

"I know I know. I'll talk to her. I just...the thought of hurting her is just...scary. She has a tough life as it is, I don't want her to think I'm abandoning her."

"But you're not. She knows that. You care about her very deeply. And that is okay. Just because you don't want to be with her romantically doesn't mean you can't still be with her as a friend."

Huh, I don't know why but I was worried that she would make me stay away from Nat. After all, Wanda gets jealous pretty easily, so I wouldn't be surprised. But she is telling me to be there for her. God, I got lucky.

"Now let's talk about how you said you professed your undying love for me."

Yeah, scratch the lucky part.

Standing up, I hold up a hand, slipping out of her room quickly.

"See you later!"

"Y/N Stark!"

I super speed away until I reach Natasha's room and hesitantly knock on the door.

"Come in," I hear her beautiful raspy voice say.

Opening the door, I am met with Nat sitting on a chair in the corner flipping through a book. She takes notice of me and places it down, smiling welcomingly at me.

"Y/N, hey. And what do I owe the pleasure of a real Stark entering my room of sleep?"

Smirking at me, I just roll my eyes with a light chuckle, sitting down across from her.

"Funny, Romanoff..."

My words fall out of my head, almost losing them in fear of actually speaking them aloud. She notices my sudden change in tone and body language, then sighs, looking out the window.

"You might as well just say it."

My eyebrows pull together, "huh? Say what?"

"That you chose her."

The look she then gives me almost shatters my entire being. Her eyes are stale and protected, like a wall suddenly built up around her heart. She's doing her signature move, acting like nothing affects her. She's using her spy crap to disguise her true emotions, trying to act like some invincible warrior. But I see through it, and she knows I do.

"Nat..."

"You don't have to say anything else. You guys are good together. I'm happy for you."

She stands up, going to her bedroom door to open it back up for me to leave but I shake my head, "can we talk about this please?"

"What is there to talk about? You chose your Little Witch over me. It's fine, I get it. Seriously, Y/N. I'll be fine. I always am."

Part of me wants to hug her but the other part wants to slap her. She's acting like this doesn't matter, acting like she hasn't been vulnerable with me before. It's frustrating. I ponder for a minute, thinking that maybe going inside of her head will help me tell what she's thinking. I start to focus but lose it when the door slams shut.

"Really? You're what, trying to read my thoughts now? That's what your plan is?" She chuckles but there's no humor in it. She's pissed, and for good reason in all honesty. I instantly regret even thinking about that. Her anger is right, reading her thoughts right now would be the ultimate disrespectful move.

She must notice my nerves and hurt because she just hangs her head, then rubs her forehead with her fingers.

"Alright, fine. I'll bite. Yes, I am hurt. Yes, I want to be with you. Yes, I care about you. And yes, I am a little pissed that we were happy together before you sacrificed yourself and turned into whatever the hell you turned into but now that's all gone. I am angry because I wasn't the one who was able to pull you out of that control, she was. I am angry because Hydra knew your weakness, her. I am angry because I even thought for a second that I had a sliver of a chance against Wanda Maximoff. Of course I had no shot, everyone in here knows you two are meant for eachother. But I fell for you, and I wanted you, so I was blind to it. But now I get it, now I see it. So it's fine. Go be with her. You should be happy. I want you to be happy because when you love someone, all you want is for them to be happy, whether it involves you or not. So go. Be happy. I'll be here."

Her little rant brought tears to my eyes and stabs to my heart. I didn't know it upset her this much, I didn't even think about how all of that stuff would affect her. I didn't know she thought like this. And I didn't expect her to admit that she loves me at all.

"Nat I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"Yeah. How could you have known, though? You have enough shit going on."

We stand there in silence, I'm not really sure what else to say. I feel like I should leave, but something in me is telling me to not move. I guess my intuition was correct because within seconds, her arms are wrapped around me tightly, kissing my cheek before she rests her head on top of my shoulder.

"I do love you, and I do want the best for you. And if that's Wanda then I'm happy for you."

My arms respond by wrapping around her frame, rubbing her back while I close my eyes, taking in the moment. I almost forgot how safe she makes me feel, how calm and collected she is.

"You know, this doesn't mean you get a get out of jail free card. You're still stuck with me Romanoff."

Her body vibrates while she laughs, shaking her head humorously.

"I wouldn't have it any other way. You better not go anywhere."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

When we part, her eyes are slightly glossed over but she blinks fast enough for it to disappear, smiling as best as she can to show me she is alright.

"Well then, thanks for stopping by but if you don't mind, I gotta go deal with my heartbreak in the best way possible: by punching shit."

Breaking out into a playful grin, I shake my head, dismissing myself to let her do her thing.

"I'll see you around Romanoff."

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A/N: My beautiful Natasha.

Kinda hurt my heart writing this.