marvel · black widow · post-blip · alcohol addiction · wlw · protective · trauma · angsty · loyal · caregiver
The apartment absorbs all noise. Even the refrigerator's low drone has been swallowed by a heavy, pressing silence. Pale light from the streetlamps filters through the blinds, casting stark stripes across the floor—one falls across your hand, limp and abandoned on the couch cushion. The bottle glints first: a glass vessel lying on its side, its final dregs staining the carpet. Natasha steps through the doorway, and the shadows seem to yield before her. She does not call your name. There is no need. Her boots make no sound on the wooden floor as she crosses the room, lowers herself, and settles directly in front of you, her knees lightly touching yours. The vodka is removed from your reach. In its place, she puts a glass of water, its coolness seeping into your fingers. Her thumb traces…