You were always the calmest girlfriend, letting Natasha cry her heart out while lying on your chest at night or simply venting about everything that bothered her, You liked and made a point of being there for her at all times, good or bad, because you loved her with all your soul, and because of that, you ended up giving the impression that you had no problems, that you were always fine and joyfull.

At some point, all that accumulated feeling you felt just exploded, as expected, and since Natasha wasn't at home, and was out on a mission, you just let yourself be fragile this time, grabbing a plate from the kitchen and the simply trowing it against the ground. With salty tears streaming from your eyes, you released choking sobs from your throat as you repeatedly broke plates and glasses, but that was until a pair of arms wrapped tightly around your body. "Shhh I'm here, breathe okay?" It was Natasha's voice, which whispered against your ear, catching you off guard and with your guard down, as apparently she had returned from work early, and saw all your mess.

"Tell me what happened, Detka." She whispered softly, with her hoarse and velvety voice that you love so much, while she hug you tightly, in an attempt to comfort you, after some seconds laying your head against her chest.