Part 20; An Assassin's Confession

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~Y/N's Pov~


Tasha ♡

Tasha♡
Y/N, I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to yell.
Please forgive me.
Please don't leave me, I'll do anything.
Please call me as soon as you see this
(Monday 11:23 pm)
Tasha♡
Please talk to me, I miss you so much.
We can make things right, what's going on? I'll listen this time.
I'm so sorry.
(Tuesday 4:33 am)
Y/N please, I know you see these messages.
(Tuesday 5:15)

This isn't funny anymore, I'm serious. We can talk about this. Please.
Please just text me or else I'll come find you
(Tuesday 9:24)
That's it, don't tempt me.
I will come knock at your door.
Y/N, please!
I'm sorry!
(Wednesday 6:13)
Why aren't you at your shift. Where the heck are you?
Please stop ignoring me.
I'm so sorry for everything. I don't know why you want to break up, please tell me. I'm sorry.
(Thursday)
Open the door.

I've been getting messages from Natasha none stop and it's making me feel a bit bad. But, this is for our own good.

It's been five (5) days now, ignoring her calls, her texts, her knocks at my door. It's Friday morning right now and I already received loads more messages from Natasha. I've checked all her messages while shedding some tears. Some things are confusing about us.

Are we broken up?

-

"You don't think that's a bit inappropriate for work, do ya?" James asks, on our way behind the Milk Factory where the headquarters is. He's right, my clothes are quite revealing.


But, I think I look hot as fuck. My hair is loosen and soft, just prefect basically.

"So what?" I groan, using the facial scanner to open the iron doors. "What's going on? You've been acting weird lately" James says, we both walking into the hallway where we're greeted by tons of spies.

"Y/N!"

My body got stuck in place as a cold shiver went up my spine. Spies, including James and Pietro, turned around to the voice who shouted after me.

"What the hell is Natalie doing here?"
"What the hell is Natasha doing here?"
Pietro and James ask on the same time, confused. I forgot James knows her by the name "Natalie Rushman" and Pietro knows her from her real name, "Natasha"

Pietro and James looked at each other with a frown.

I can't turn around, I feel like I want to collapse. Is it actually her? Did she follow us in? T-The spies... everyone can see her. What have she done. All I can hear is faint mumbles, trying to tell her to back up, that she's not allowed here. Which is true, this place is secret. What the hell is she doing here, she knows the consequences. The spies can capture her.

My eyes widen and I gasp as a cold hand touched my clothed shoulders. So cold that I can feel it through my shirt. The person turns me around, the spies around us yelling at her, yet they all have confused frowns. I make contact with Natasha. She has her suit on.....

Immediately, a tear fell out of my eye unconsciously while seeing her face.

"N-Natasha- you can't be here" I whisper silently. She flashes me a genuine smile before cupping my cheeks, wiping away my tear with her thumb.

"I love you"

My eyes widen and my heart began racing. Suddenly, she connects our lips. With wide eyes, I stare at her shut eyes. I tried to calm myself before I melted into the kiss, closing my eyes too. The spies started muttering lowly, probably confused out of their minds.

"What the hell is going on here! What's with all the commotion!?" Steve sternly shouts out of nowhere.

I shoot my eyes open and push myself away from Natasha. I turn my head to the stunned spies and Steve who has an angrily expression.

"Midnight, you know you're not allowed to-" He started with his rules before looking over to Natasha. His eyebrows furrowed as he scanned her suit. "An assassin!" He announced, glancing back at me furiously. My eyes widen as the spies began running around, gathering weapons, or either standing gaurd with pistols on their hands.

"Wait! Stop!" I shout, standing in front of Natasha. The spies kept up their gaurd, aiming towards Natasha. "Please! She's not like the rest!" I exclaim loudly, staring at Steve with pleading eyes. "Goddamit Y/N! Move out the way!" Steve yelled, getting out his gun from his holster attacthed to his leg. He's going to shoot her if I don't protect her.

Everyone was shouting, everyone had their guns pointing to us, even Pietro and James. I can't hear anything, only seeing their mouth moves as everyone yell. I turn back to Natasha, seeing her with a stern face before she looked down to me, mouthing 'It's okay'. Another tear rolled from my cheek as I blink harshly. I got a plan and then turned to Steve.

"Sir! She can help us!" I shout.

"What!?" Everyone, including Natasha shouts.

James lowered his pistol, nodding towards me in approval. He signals Pietro to stands down too, so he did.

"You have five (5) minutes to explain before your kissing buddy dies" he husks, slowly lowering his gun, the other spies mimicking his movement.

With Natasha behind me, I start to speak...

"Natasha was sent to kill me a few months back, but she made different calls herself. Deep down, I know she wants to escape the Red Room. Since she knows where the Red Room is, she can help us. If I can trust her, you all can do too... she's so much more than an assassin"

"If she's capable of helping us, I might consider it" Steve mutters, putting his gun away. I let go of a shaky breath.

Why did she come back....

A/N: Yeah, I'm sorry. Trash part, kinda in a hurry cuz of school.


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