Sheryl Lee (Laura Palmer), Lorna MacMillan (The Angel) and director David Lynch in 1991 on the set of Twin Peaks : Fire Walk With Me for the beautiful ending of the movie (with Laura, Dale and the Angel).
summary: fighting the flag smashers wouldn't have been a big deal, except sam's metal-armed friend seems torn between pining for you and making your life a living hell.
warnings: ANGST, slow burn + pining, violence and injury, language
a/n: my favorite out of anything i've written (so far...). thank you for all the love this has gotten!
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Your girlfriend Natasha is not happy when you're called on a mission without her
Natasha storms into Nick Fury’s office, the anger radiating off her. Her face is like thunder and she nearly rips the door off its hinges as she flings it open. Nick, however, looks up with a calm expression, used to Natasha’s temper “Miss Romanoff, how can I-”
“You’re sending me with her.” Nick opens his mouth but Natasha cuts him off “No, this is dumb. You can’t send Y/N on a mission and not let me go too. We always go together.”
“Miss Romanoff-”
“You’re assembling a team for a hostage rescue and you’ve picked Steve, Wanda and Y/N. Why won’t you send me too? I can help.”
“Natasha, I can’t put you and Y/N together anymore, not after last time.”
Natasha huffs angrily “It was one time! I made a call, I was looking out for my teammate-”
“You left your station to protect Y/N, in a situation she was handling herself might I add, and a HYDRA operative got away with information that we desperately needed.”
“She was in danger! She was not handling it, did she tell you that?”
“We have security footage Natasha; Y/N was handling it.” Nick sighs “You’re a great fighter Natasha, one of our best, but I can’t pair you with Y/N anymore. There’s a conflict of interest-”
“Okay so send me instead.”
Nick raises his eye-brows “No.”
“What do you mean no? I can handle this-”
“So can Y/N. And hostage rescue is one of her specialities, I need her there.” Nick keeps his gaze on Natasha “And do you really think she’d be thrilled if she found out you were in here demanding she be taken off the mission?”
Natasha folds her arms but doesn’t immediately reply because she knows he’s right. If you found out she was here, demanding you be removed from the mission… Best not to think about your reaction. And you are good at hostage rescue; you’re always picked for those. Natasha groans “Nick, please-”
“No Natasha. It’s a simple mission; Y/N will be back before you know it. And you have work here, I’m still waiting on your paperwork-”
“What, can we not hire admin to do that?” Natasha scoffs “We nearly kill ourselves saving the damn world and you want me to come back here and sit at a desk-”
“Stay here. File your paperwork. Find something to occupy your time. And wait for Y/N to return from her mission. She’ll be fine; she has Steve and Wanda there if anything goes south.”
Nick turns his attention back to his monitor and Natasha huffs, knowing there’s no point in arguing further and she storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Childish, yes, but Natasha’s been in a mood since the briefing this morning when she’d found out you were being sent on your first mission without her.
Natasha had recognised you almost immediately when you joined the team – you’d gone through the Red Room too. You hadn’t gone through the exact same training so she didn’t know you well but she recognised your face. At first she’d been weary of you but eventually your shared trauma had brought you together, first as friends then quickly as lovers.
You and Natasha had gone on multiple successful missions together. She knew you were just as capable a fighter as her, just as experienced but she still liked keeping an eye on you, making sure you were okay – you were a couple of years younger than her and she was protective of you. Okay, she’d abandoned her post on one stupid mission – you were overwhelmed and outnumbered, and she wasn’t going to stand by and let you get hurt.
And now she’s being told you can’t get on missions together anymore? Bullshit.
She goes to the room she shares with you and finds you packing your duffle bag. The Quinjet is leaving soon and her jaw tightens as she watches you pack. Neither of you says anything for a long moment before she finally asks “When will you be back?”
You glance at her as you check your guns “Not sure. The briefing sounded straight forward enough. I don’t think it’ll be longer than a week.”
Natasha has to stop herself from groaning out loud – a whole week. Of not knowing if you’re okay, not being able to hold you at night. You see the look on her face and tell her “I know where you were by the way, I’m not dumb.”
“I don’t know what you’re-”
“You were talking to Fury. Asking to come on the mission too. Probably asked that he take me off and you go instead when he said no.”
Natasha blushes a little at being called out. You’re so annoying like that, always knowing how to read people – even her and she prided herself on being completely unreadable. She pushes down her embarrassment and rolls her eyes “Well, what do you want me to do? It’s dumb that they’re not letting me come. We had loads of successful missions but the moment one doesn't go exactly to plan-"
“Nat-”
“You needed my help, I would rather let a felon go than have anything happen to anyone on the team, not just you-”
You interrupt, trying to keep the anger out of your voice “I didn’t need your help! Nat, I was fine. You know I was fine.”
“There were three of them-”
“I’ve taken down far more than three men before and you know that. I had to take down ten in the Red Room with my hands tied behind my back in one test. I’m trained to handle it and you damn well know that Nat.” Your own jaw tightens at the memory. You’d tried so hard not to be mad. Natasha had only done it because she cared about you but goddamn, you were handling it, she didn’t need to step in like that. And when you’d found out the person you’d been chasing for months had got away…
Natasha sees the look on your face and her stomach twists “You’re still mad at me.”
“No, I’m not.” You say as patiently as you can. Of course you’d been pissed. Silent treatment isn’t your style but you’d avoided Natasha on the ride home, worried you’d say something you’d regret. You loved her dearly but the implication that you weren’t up to this job… God, it had infuriated you “But I need you to acknowledge that I can handle myself Nat. I love that you’re protective of me but Nick is right, you got distracted and you made the wrong call.”
Natasha crosses her arms and stands in the doorway with a frown, looking like a sulky child whilst you continue packing your bag in silence. The room is thick with tension before Natasha finally speaks, her voice quiet “I’m sorry, okay? I know you can handle yourself. I just… When I was taken back to the Red Room I clung to Yelena’s hand so tight. I knew what that damn place was like and I was determined to protect her. She was so little, so innocent. They separated us immediately. I couldn’t save her, couldn’t protect her…”
You look up in surprise when you hear the tears in Natasha’s voice and you stop packing, your anger immediately fading as cross the room to wrap your arms around her “Nat…”
“I made friends y’know. In the Red Room. Any friend I made I was either forced to kill or I was separated from them.” Natasha sniffles, trying to get her tears under control “You’re my first girlfriend. The first person I’ve ever loved like this. I know you can handle it, I know you can, but when I saw that guy’s fist connect with your face, I just… I lost it.” She sobs and buries her face in your shoulder.
You feel a stab of guilt and rub her back gently with your hand “Oh Nat…”
“I felt this… Fear, I’ve never felt anything like it and I just reacted. I know I made the wrong call, okay, I know I did, I let that guy get away, I fucked up the mission but I don’t care, I had to protect you. I can’t fucking lose you.” Natasha sobs again, her arms tightening around your waist.
You just hold her quietly for a moment, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and whispering “It’s okay… It’s okay…” When Natasha’s sobs start to quiet down you sigh “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have got angry with you; I know you’re just looking out for me. But in this job you have to accept that you’re going to get hurt sometimes. I can take a punch Nat, you know I can.”
Natasha nods and mumbles “I know.”
“I’ll come back.” You reassure her “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“You’d better not get hurt.” Natasha pokes your side “Or I’ll kick your ass.”
You smile and kiss her forehead “Idiot. I’m not gonna get hurt. I’m a fucking badass.” That earns a snort of laughter from Natasha and you smile “I’m really sorry for getting mad at you.”
“Well I’m sorry I helped you when you didn’t need it. I should’ve trusted you to handle it.” Natasha pulls back a little to look at you “I’m serious though, don’t get hurt. You’d better come back to me. You can’t make me fall in love with you and then just disappear.”
“I wouldn’t leave you, I promise. I’ll always come home.” You lean your forehead against hers “You trust me, right?”
Natasha sighs “Yeah… I trust you. I know you can take care of yourself. And I know you’ll smash this mission.” She gives you a gentle kiss before pulling back with a small, shaky grin “My little badass.”
There’s a knock on the door and you know it’s time to go. You give Natasha a small smile and squeeze her waist “I’m all yours when I get back, okay?”
“You’re damn right you’re all mine. I’ll be counting down the hours.” Natasha kisses your cheek “Love you. Go rescue that hostage. And I swear to God, come home to me in one piece. I don’t even wanna see a scratch on you.”
“Got it.” You smile and let Natasha go, grabbing your duffle bag. You take her hand “Come and see me off?”
Natasha nods “Of course.”
You and Natasha head through the compound towards the Quinjet, her hand holding yours tightly the entire way. She knows she’ll need to let go eventually, but not until the last second. Natasha looks at you, giving your hand another squeeze. She knows you’ll be okay, that you can handle yourself… But she’ll worry anyway. Until you’re home, safe and sound again. In her arms, where you belong.
Nat had been gone for just over a week. Her only excuse? 'I just needed some alone time' The reality? The Red Room couldn't handle losing their Widow and for once she was finally off her game.
Natasha returned slightly... off. She was more detached than usual. Her lighthearted teasing shifted to one of more deadpanned annoyance than humor. She was constantly looking over her shoulder like someone was there. It wasn't very noticeable, she was an elite spy after all... but it was enough to raise concerns.
Natasha leans over one of the Tower computers, accessing old classified documents and putting them onto a small thumb drive. She barely has time to close them all as someone walks into the room. Nat's hand flies to the gun at her side as she snaps around.
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