Natasha/Scarlett one shot

Unrequited N.R

Your POV
"Just go for it." I said before taking a sip of the burning liquid. I lost count how many times I have said this to my crush. We are at Tony's party sitting at the bar and all she has told me was how beautiful Wanda is and nervous she is to confess her feelings for Wanda.

"But what if she says no. Then our friendship is gone." Natasha says that while looking at Wanda talking to Steve and Clint.

"If you're not going then I'll go." I pushed myself from the seat but Nat pulled me back down. "Look, if you're going to do it, now is your chance." I nodded over her shoulder seeing Clint coming towards us.

"Okay." Natasha took a deep breath. "Wish me luck." Clint came and took over Nat's seat and I placed my head on the table. "You're just going to let her go?" I hummed.

"What makes you think Wanda is the best for her?" 

"What makes you think I would be?"

"I didn't say anything about you." Damn you Clint. "You're just going to let her go?" He continued. I couldn't be bothered at this point. I shut down when Nat isn't here, I just want to leave this place already.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? STOP HER FROM BEING HAPPY?" I smashed the glass on the table.

"Y/N..."

"Sorry, I must be drunk." I rubbed my forehead. "I'm going to head back first." The best place to be when you are lonely is the bathroom tub. No matter which way you lean, you would be propped up, especially after a drunk day. The cooling sensation as the ceramic touches your skin washes 1% of your worry away. So that's where I was, lying in the tub to sleep.

The next morning I woke up by banging my head on the side of the tub. "Ouch..." I rubbed my head. I didn't want to go out and face them right away, but I also didn't know the outcome. I mean, she is Natasha Romanoff. Who doesn't want her?

I stayed in my bed the whole day until my stomach grumbled so loud that I'm pretty sure the whole compound could hear. I delayed stepping out of my room until I could no longer. Once I stepped into the living room, I saw Natasha and Wanda with their arms interlocking and I regret stepping out. It felt as if someone was squeezing my heart. But I can't look weak in front of her, I don't need her to survive. I made myself a sandwich and sat across them.

"You look rough." Tony commented. "You got wasted last night." I ignored him and continued eating my sandwich. "Are you alright?" Natasha asked this time.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Nat was taken aback by the tone of my voice. I quickly finished up the remainder of my sandwich and headed back to my room. She doesn't need me, she has Wanda now. She's fine without me.

Overtime, I spent less and less time with the team. I wouldn't actively avoid her, she sees through everything. But you wouldn't catch me alone with her. I still spent time training with her seeing as she was my designated training partner. The only other time I would see her is during dinner time. She deserves to spend time with Wanda, not me.

I heard my door knock so I got up and opened it. "Yes Clint?"

"Natasha needs something but I am heading out for a mission, can you do it for me?"

"What is it?"

"It's just it's her turn to get groceries but-" I cut Clint off.

"I get it. I get it." I took the list from the kitchen before heading to restock. As I walked out, I could hear giggles coming from Wanda's room. They must be having a great time. I felt as if someone took a knife and scored my heart, why does it hurt so much? She's happy and I'm happy for her. I kept shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts with Natasha and Wanda as I drove to the supermarket.

I came back with bags and bags of stuff only to see Clint sitting on the couch. "Didn't you say you have a mission?"

"I did. A mission to get you to see you'd do anything for Nat." I dumped the bags at him.

"Who would do anything for me?" Nat came out of nowhere.

"Wanda!" I replied instantly. "Wanda would do anything for you." I glared at Clint for almost making it slip.

"I thought I was supposed to get groceries today. I see Clint has already done it."

"Actually-"

"That's right. Clint was feeling generous today." I cut him off again before he could say any further. Normally I would have walked out but I stayed behind. Clint decided to have a loose lip today and I need to watch him extra tight. "Aren't you going to put the things back in the kitchen?"

I watched him leave. "So how's you and Wanda? I told you there's nothing to worry about." I tried to be supportive of their relationship. Each sentence I speak has to go through my mind twice before coming out of my mouth.

"It's good. I guess I'm just afraid. Thanks a lot."

"Anything for you." I got up and went back to my room. Why... Why does it hurt so much? I hugged my pillow close to me and attempted to cover my sobbing. I am literally sending her to another person's arms. If only the other person was me. Did I make the right choice? Nat is happy right? Wanda can protect her better than I can. She makes Nat happy more than I do. 

Written on 23/9/2021
Posted on 4/11/2021

I know this sucks.