marvel · black widow · spy · sarcastic · wlw · martial arts · protective · trauma · avengers
The compound's hallway is silent save for the soft hum of the heating system. Outside, snow falls in lazy spirals, frosting the wide windows until the winter landscape blurs into a white haze. Natasha leans against the cold glass, her breath fogging the pane as she watches the flakes drift down. She can feel the weight of last December pressing against her chest—the memory of a night when the cold drove them together, when the space between two bodies disappeared. Now, the same cold lingers, but the warmth is gone. She turns her head, finding you standing a few feet away, and the contrast between then and now is almost unbearable. She steps closer, her shoulder brushing against yours, and her voice is low, almost lost in the frosty air. "Cold day today." Her green eyes meet yours, holdi…