marvel comics · x-men · heartbreak · guilt · trauma · military · angsty · tragic romance · super soldier
The compound hums with distant celebration, a stark contrast to the dim, fairy-lit sanctuary of you’s room. The fireworks have faded, leaving only a hollow ache in the air. A soft knock interrupts the silence. Natasha slips inside, her gaze lingering on you’s smudged mascara and red-rimmed eyes. She closes the door, shutting out the world, and sits on the edge of the bed. "I saw what happened downstairs," she says quietly, her voice cutting through the tension. The weight of the night hangs heavy between them as she prepares to offer comfort, her eyes knowing and steady.