𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢

A few more days later, it was Thanksgiving week, your father called again the day after he called begging if you could maybe stay for a week in that small town, and since you didn't have anything else to do, rather than get depressed in your room, you said yes.

Unfortunately, you missed your train for some reason and once again you doubted yourself whether this was a good idea or not, and irrationally thinking, you went out to get some air since your ride wouldn't be here for the next six hours so it's just your luck.

Sometime later, the sky slowly dimmed its colors, and the temperature slowly dropped to dose off into the early evenings. Your ride had arrived two minutes ago but your legs decided that they wouldn't move, and you just sat there on the pavement, looking hopelessly out of love and life. A man sits next to you— a goofy-looking guy who is unsurprisingly smoking. You side glanced at him and he noticed.

He smiled. "Want a drag?" He offered the cigarette in his hand.

"No, I've never had one before," you give him a tight smile.

"So then try it, what do you have to lose in one try?" He replied.

Shrugging, "I don't know."

"C'mon, just one drag," he encouraged, looking very convincing.

"And..." You trailed off, squinting your eyes at him.

"And if you don't like it then you're free to do anything with me," he was getting a bit cocky and dirty, or maybe it's just your green-minded brain.

"Unbelievable," you mused with a small scoff, "But fine, give me one..." and he did, lighting one for you. "Are you sure about this?"

"Hundred percent," with that, it was enough to convince you, that this man was a stranger yet you trusted him. You took a drag.

Again

And again

Then again,

One more.

"God, this is good, why haven't I tried this before?" You wondered, looking back at the guy next to you. "What's your name?"

"Joe," he answered.

"Just Joe?" You retorted, taking another drag.

"Mhm, just Joe," he confirmed.

"Alright, just Joe," you mocked.

"What's yours?" He asked.

"Y/N," another drag.

"Just Y/N?" Before you could answer his question, the hand that was holding the cigar was yanked away from your mouth, and you thought for a moment it was Joe's, but it wasn't.

"You," she had a firm voice, "get out of here."

"Wait, who are you?" Joe asked, a bit defensive because of how she reacted.

"I'm nobody, now go," she answered. It was Natasha of course, who else?

"I'm not leaving Y/N here with you," Joe stood up.

"You told him your name?" Natasha looked down at you with a disappointed look. "Did no one ever teach you that it's not good to give your name to strangers?"

"If not then, how are you supposed to know them?" You questioned back and she rolled her eyes. "I'm her sister," Natasha stated, looking at Joe now.

"Oh, alright," his voice softened, "then I guess you'll be okay with her now?" Joe looked at you for confirmation and you just stared at him.

"Yes, now go!" Natasha impatiently replied.
Joe smiled one more time at you then he was gone, but before that, you yelled a "thanks," and he smiled again.

"Aren't you supposed to be on your train?" She arched an eyebrow at you, and you rolled your eyes at her, immediately picking up your things and walking back to the station with her tailing behind you.

"Are you stalking me?" You turned to look at her. "I mean, how'd you know I was here? And... and that I was supposed to be on that train? Did you have someone following me around? Or... or was there a camera, did you plant me some secret camera that I didn't know about? Answer me! I'm going to call the police—"

"You are not calling anyone," She cut you off.

"Wha—" she grabbed your wrist and you wanted to yell.

"I'm coming with you, and no, you can't complain, or yell, or tell me no—"

"How can you be so sure?" You pulled her back, stopping you both from walking.

She looked at you directly in the eye, "because you wouldn't, and you can't."

"Yes, I can," You gritted your teeth, and she blinked one time with an amused smirk.

"Well, I'd like to see you try," She whispered ever so slightly.

With a silent, "Okay," which made Natasha furrow her eyebrows, you did not think twice about the following things you were about to do. "HELP! PLEASE, SHE' KIDNAPPING," you yelled in pure fake agony. "PLEASE!" You cried, gathering people's attention that was present inside the Grand Central Station.

Natasha was quick to cover your mouth, heart beating fast, "what are you doing?!" She whispered, nervousness evident in her tone, but she didn't give you any time to respond as she immediately pulled you with her inside the train. Sitting you down at one of the booths of that said train, she glared at you and you smirked at her.

"See, I can," You point out. "Now, get out of here before I call the police."

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/N, I'm coming with you, and that's final."

Rolling your eyes, you pulled out your phone. "Dialing..."

"No," she tried to grab your phone but you moved it away.

"I don't want you coming with me, plus I hate you. Go away, Nat!" Your voice was a bit loud, getting some unwanted looks on your way.

"Will you shut up," she sat back, unbuttoning her suit, "I have some business to attend to."

"Oh yeah? And it just so happens to be in Massachusetts too? Yeah right!" You snickered. "Just admit it, you're stalking me!"

"You're delusional, that's the only thing I'm admitting. And your seat number is next to mine so no, I'm not—"

"Which proves that you are stalking me, probably because you hacked into their system and moved your number next to mine so we'd have to sit across each other."

"What — no, no, I'm capable of doing that but I wouldn't do it, and coming from what you said 'probably' there are millions of probabilities that we got the same seat number, look it up, it's simple, it's math."

"Go find another seat, Nat," you spat, looking out of the window now, but she didn't move so you sighed defeatedly, "please," you voiced down as the train started moving. At this point, you were tired of her shit for the day, and you've dealt so much with Natasha in one day — was it that hard for her to give you space, peace, and quiet?

Maybe she got the hint, or she felt it too because when you were finished with what you said, she sat there in front of you for a beat and then she stood up without a word and left. To Massachusetts, the ride was quiet and Natasha made sure she was out of your eye shot.

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