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A Peaceful Death // N.R

Warning(s): implied sexual content, cursing, graphic depictions of injuries, major character death, reader can heal herself. MINORS DNI 18+

It had been two weeks since you, and Wanda had been sent on a mission. It was a simple mission to clear out a HYDRA base, that had been mostly abandoned prior to anyways. A simple in, and out mission, with no blood on anyone’s hands.

Vision had been itching to see Wanda again, and had even pressured the team into a sweet welcome home party for the both of you. He had even made Wanda’s favorite Sokovian dishes to spread out.

Now, the team sat around the common room waiting for the arrival of the two most important people for this party.

Natasha sat on the couch, nursing a beer in her hand as she watched whatever mindless sitcom Pietro had decided to watch. He made stupid comments about how this show was Wanda’s favorite, and that he only watched it for her entertainment. She would just chuckle at his nonchalant attitude, as he continued to soak up the show in front of him.

“You look good tonight.” Carol whispered over her shoulder, as she leaned over the back of the couch. She noticed the smirk across Natasha’s face as she tried to cover it up by taking a pull from her beer. “You mind letting me take it off of you later? It’s been so long since you’ve come to see me.”

Natasha shook her head at Carol’s forward words, but swept a glance across the room to see if anyone else had listened in on their conversation. Everyone seemed to be lost in their own conversations, but she still decided against responding.

Her mind traveled back to the conversation she had shared with Wanda before her departure with you, and it made her fingers clench around the glass bottle just a little too tight.

Natasha couldn’t sleep, and Wanda had caught her sneaking from Carol’s room in the early hours of the morning as she was prepping for the mission. Wanda hadn’t commented on what she saw, but Natasha knew the pieces had fallen together within the witch’s brain.

“Natasha.” Wanda said, breaking the tense silence that had settled between the two. “I can not keep your secret anymore.”

Natasha refused to answer as she soaked in the implications of Wanda’s words. She knew Wanda had caught her, but hearing it out loud was like a punch to the gut.

“Do not tell her.” We’re the only words Natasha could mutter out as her fists clenched so tight her knuckles had began to turn white.

“Does she even know you’re awake?” Wanda asked as she moved to the kitchen, knowing Natasha was hot on her heels. “Or is she still quietly sneaking around a dark room so she doesn’t wake you up for her mission prep?”

Those words stung Natasha to the core, knowing that was probably exactly what you had been doing. You were always so caring, knowing Natasha had raging insomnia to the point you’d waste hours trying to remain silent as you moved around the room doing prep work that should normally take minutes. You’d do anything to allow Natasha more time to sleep.

“You know she loves you.” Wanda added, only adding more salt to the wound she had opened within Natasha. “So, why do you do this to her?”

Natasha didn’t respond. She didn’t know how to voice the neglectful feeling in her gut telling her that sleeping with Carol behind your back had been so wrong. How does she tell Wanda that she felt she never deserved a love like the one you had offered her? Sleeping with Carol was different, Carol had just used Natasha as a play toy just to kick her out minutes after they had finished. Shit, sometimes Natasha didn’t even finish.

Carol was just a stupid asshole who used her for her body, and nothing more.

But with you, you treated Natasha as if she was a goddess, and you were the priestess who dedicated your life to praising every single curve of her body. Your eyes shined with so much love for Natasha, and every time she’d see you smile her chest would swell to the point of suffocation. You were just so caring, and so gorgeous to the point Natasha looked into your eyes, and felt she was undeserving of anything you offered to her.

“If you have not ended this little escapade with Carol by the time our two weeks is over, I’m going to tell her myself.” Wanda said.

Natasha felt herself tense at the threat, but she knew it was a necessary evil if this situation with Carol was ever going to end.

Wanda had been finished in the kitchen awhile ago, but Natasha knew Wanda was going to sit here berate her until she felt Natasha had been tortured enough. Natasha took it once again, knowing it was simply the parameters of getting caught by your best friend. She just hoped Wanda would have enough sympathy to go somewhat easy on her.

“I’ve known about this for awhile, but it’s disgusting to have it confirmed that this is actually the reality of the situation.” Wanda said.

Well there goes Natasha’s hope for Wanda to go easy. It was a stupid hope to begin with, she guessed.

“I just thought that maybe you felt tied down, and just let your mind wander a little bit.” Wanda said, her jaw was so tense Natasha was afraid she’d start breaking teeth. “But when you and Carol are together, your thoughts are just so loud. Do you know how tired I am of hearing Carol’s thoughts about how desperately she wants to be knuckle deep inside of you?”

So that’s why Wanda stopped coming to anything that involved Natasha, and Carol.

“At least you had the decency to not think about it when your girlfriend was around.” Wanda said. Natasha didn’t like the way she emphasized girlfriend.

Finally, what seemed like hours of Wanda torturing Natasha with her sharpened words, she pulled her bag over her shoulder.

“We have to get going, but remember what I said.” Wanda finished with a glare, before stomping out of the kitchen to join you on the quinjet.

After she was left alone with her thoughts, Natasha found herself staring into the bottom of three wine bottles. It was the expensive kind, the ones Tony bought to savor for precious moments the team shared. She didn’t bother to taste them, but rather to drink them as fast as her body allowed.

Then, she found herself stumbling back into your shared bedroom, all too keen on the smell of Carol against her skin.

Natasha was jostled from her thoughts the moment Steve spoke up, announcing that the quinjet had just landed. She stood up from the couch, noticing Carol come to stand next to her.

When their arms brushed together, Natasha couldn’t quell the painful burning that ran itself across her skin. She simply decided to step away, and out toward the landing zone.

“Somebody get medical!” Natasha heard Bruce as she stepped outside, noticing Sam and Bucky rush past her to renter the compound.

The sight before Natasha stopped her in her tracks. Wanda was in obvious shock as she stumbled from the quinjet covered in blood, that was presumably not her own. Tear tracks stained her cheeks, but had long been dried as shock began its heavy grip upon her.

Steve rushed past Wanda, as Vision moved to collect the woman in his arms. She fell into him weakly, her hands trembled as she gripped into him as though he was the only thing left in this world. She began to sob into his chest, the broken kind of cry that shook the core of the Avengers around to hear it.

“What’s going on?” Carol asked from next to Natasha, voicing the concern that Natasha currently could not. Bruce rushed past them, barely taking time to acknowledge they had even been standing there in the first place.

“She’s not healing.” He had told them, before rushing off back to the jet. His words had caused Natasha’s nerves to singe against her skin, and a suffocating lump to form in her throat.

What did he mean you weren’t healing? Denial began to bubble up within Natasha, as she ran to catch up with Bruce.

“What do you mean she’s not healing?” Natasha asked. “She’s took a sniper bullet for me, and healed within minutes.”

Natasha then noticed Steve emerging from the quinjet with your mutilated body within his arms, and Natasha felt the world come to a crushing halt. His T-shirt was now caked in your blood as it dripped from the open wounds across your abdomen, and she could barely even stomach the sight of one of your legs being completely gone.

Steve had placed your body on the ground, and Bruce began his examination of your wounds. They were deep, and almost all of your organs had been impaled with shrapnel. He didn’t understand why you hadn’t healed from these wounds, just as Natasha had mentioned, he had seen you take worse and treat it as if it was nothing. Why aren’t you healing now?

“What is going on?” Natasha said, although even her own words had sounded as if she was under water. Her hands trembled as she fell to her knees next to your body, and placed a palm across your chest to feel the shallow rise and fall of your breaths. She brought a hand up to your cheek, noticing how cold it felt under her palm. Natasha hadn’t even noticed she was crying until her tears had began to speckle your face.

“Come on baby, come back to me.” She said, as she struggled to breath. Her hands trailed down to the collar of what was left of your suit, gripping it within her fist in an attempt to ground herself. “God damnit Bruce, why isn’t she healing?”

Bruce opened his mouth to answer, until he was interrupted by a hand gripping aggressively to Natasha’s wrist. She looked up to see Wanda, with blood and tears streaming down her face.

“Get your hands off of her.” Wanda said through gritted teeth, and continued to squeeze mercilessly onto Natasha’s wrist until she was forced to let go.

“Wanda, calm down.” Carol said, as she stepped up behind the two women as they kneeled on the ground. Wanda’s eyes began to flare red as Carol approached, causing her to begin to back away slowly.

“She knew, Natasha. She fucking knew.” Wanda said, turning her attention back Natasha. She hadn’t even let go of her wrist, as her nails began to dig into the soft skin. “She had known about it all along, but she didn’t want to believe it!”

Natasha knew Wanda would’ve continued her barrage of anger, but her sobs consumed her to the point she no longer could speak. Rather, she learned down to place her head against your chest, almost as if she was apologizing to you for not saying anything sooner.

Steve then once again made his presence known, by speaking up as he stood a few feet away from the scene. “What did she know about, Natasha?” He asked, in the all too calm captain tone he used when things got serious.

“Natasha was fucking Carol.” Wanda said after collecting herself just enough to speak the words she knew Natasha wouldn’t. A stiff silence overcame the small group as they stood over your body, trying to consume the fresh information brought to their attention.

“Oh my god.” Bruce said under his breath, as his hands began to work faster to stem the bleeding wounds across your body. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” He began to repeat, almost as if it was a chant or maybe a prayer to God to save you.

Natasha could hear Steve, and Carol fighting just behind them. She could catch various strings of their conversation, like Carol yelling “It’s not like it’s my fucking fault!”

Bruce had been suturing your wounds, before he simply began sobbing himself. “It’s no use.” He said quietly, punching the concrete beneath him to stem the green that had began to grow across his fingers.

“No! What are you doing?” Natasha said quickly, her hands moving to grab his own in an attempt to continue the work he had stopped.

“She told me..” He said, while wiping the tears from his eyes only to smear your own blood across his cheeks.

“She told me the only reason her healing wouldn’t work..” Bruce began, a heavy sob interrupting his sentence before he continued. “That it wouldn’t work if she didn’t want to live.”

A heavy silence fell over the group that it even smothered out the Captain’s fighting, as they just starred at Bruce as he continued to sob. “Nothing is going to work! She’s going to die!” He cried out.

Natasha felt sobs began to tear their way through her chest as she cupped your face within her hands. She stared at your lifeless face for a few moments, hearing herself call out to you. Wanda had stationed herself on the other side of your body, shaking your shoulder as she begged you to wake up.

This can’t be real, Natasha thought. No, this is only a nightmare I haven’t woke up from.

Suddenly, within her hands you began to stir as the tense silence seemed to lessen as everyone was relieved you had began to wake. Your eyes met with Natasha’s wet ones, and before you knew it, her lips were against your cheek as she confessed how much she loved you. That was, until Wanda aggressively pushed her away.

You couldn’t hear anything they had been fighting about, the ringing in your ears had drowned their voices out. You didn’t even feel in control of yourself as your gripped Natasha’s hand against your face, placing a soft kiss upon her palm.

“Please.” You said, your voice sounded raspy, and full of pain. Natasha so desperately wanted to take that pain away, even if she was partially at fault for it all.

“Please, just let me die in peace.”