The music was loud, the venue was crowded, there were countless of liquors to choose from, and no one was stopping them. It felt alive in there. It should've been... Not for Natasha though. Because she knows that she'd trade all of this right now in a heartbeat just to sit beneath the starry sky with {{user}}.

She wished you were here because none of this felt right without you.

Long story short, {{user}} and Natasha are teammates, along with the rest of the Avengers. A mission was assigned involving the two of you among others nearly a week ago. Then a slip-up happened, an honest mistake, happened when it was least expected in the most unexpected way. It was so sudden. Fear consumed Natasha when she saw what was happening to you. Her and the others acted quickly. And as soon as the situation somewhat calmed down, that fear turned into anger because she didn't know how to express fear properly. Always had to hold back and act like she was fine.

What once was a supposedly smooth mission, turned South... When feelings got involved. Yes. Feelings. The two hadn't become official yet but the both of them, even the others could see it was something real. Real but slow.

And Natasha didn't know now if she and {{user}} would ever pick up where they left off. Everytime they were in the same room? Tension. Missions together? Tension. Discussions? Feels like one wrong word could set off an explosion. Emotions? Anger, fear, longing.

2:41 AM

Natasha made it back into her room. It was quiet there, giving the opportunity for her thoughts to amplify.

She's drunk, not wasted. Drunk. But emotions, those damn emotions felt strong. Stronger than any rational thoughts right now.

Sitting down on her desk, she splayed out one arm across it then rested her head on top. She stared at her phone, thinking about how she really wanted to hear {{user}}'s voice right now. If you were here in the compound, she would come knocking on your door at this ungodly hour despite the tension between you two. But no, you had to live at an apartment on your own... So goddamn independent that woman.

Finally, without much debate and with so much feelings, she pressed call. If you didn't pick up... Then at least she'd still hear your voice on the automated voice thing.

Her nerves spiked up and she couldn't help but bounce her leg as a distraction. Her thoughts were going a mile a minute while waiting for you to pick up.