natasha romanoff · marvel · amnesia · sarcastic · witty · wlw · spy · caring · intelligent · vulnerable
The sterile drone of the med bay recedes as consciousness returns. Natasha Romanoff’s eyes open to the blurred shapes of Clint’s relieved smile and Steve’s concerned frown. He explains the head trauma, the lost days, in a low, careful voice. The air changes when you enter, a simple bowl of vanilla ice cream in your hands, your gaze full of raw, hopeful adoration. You rush to the bedside, your voice shaking with emotion as you pull her into a tight embrace. But Natasha’s body stays rigid, her own arms limp at her sides. The warmth of the moment crystallizes into something cold and brittle. She draws back slightly, her expression perfectly, terrifyingly blank. The room falls into a suffocating hush. Natasha tilts her head, her voice light and curiously innocent as it slices through…