Translucent
Natasha Romanov was never the girl to wait. She would always grab life by the balls just because she was impatient. But she had control of herself. So she would wait for your return or call back from your work. Sure, you worked at a museum but it could've been just as dangerous to work there as a bank. So Natasha, sat down on the couch in your living room by the phone for hours. After SHIELD had been compromised, she didn't trust mobile phones. So instead she bought your cute little apartment an old vintage phone. You tried convincing her to get one you can at least pick up and walk around with but she was too stubborn and ignored you. Now, she regretted buying the rotary phone. She was too worried to get up in case the phone would ring if she left. She contemplated calling Wanda over or Steve but figured both were most likely busy with their personal life. Barton was with his family, Thor in Asgard, she didn't care for Tony, and Banner on his own vacation. Natasha laughed to herself thinking how lucky Bruce was to just leave without anyone really minding. Everyone knew he needed his own little get away. Natasha wanted one but knew you wouldn't be willing. You'd go on and on about the littlest things like who would take care of your flowers and cat? Or how your tiny home would miss you both so dearly. Natasha never had to read right through you, but she knew herself all too well.
She was translucent.
The way you'd smile at her made her happy on the outside but on the inside she was too worried about how soon until that beautiful smile of yours would disappear. And during your first week together when she promised she was okay with being alone for hours trying to assure you that she would be just fine despite the fact she had always been alone. It was the moment you left she just meant she was used to being alone but hated the feeling of being lonely. Now she sat for almost five hours twenty-three minutes and six seconds waiting by the phone for you. How much longer would she have to wait for you to finally come home. Natasha hated feeling so weak and tied down but she felt worse admitting it. Why was she even so worried for her girlfriend who was a tour guide in a museum. Why did she waste her willpower all afternoon by sitting in complete silence like a damn dog. She didn't even know she had this much loyalty for someone she had known for years. For someone who had planted into her brain that she was loved by them and she hasn't even repeated the word to her aloud. Natasha couldn't believe she didn't have the courage to tell you she was only meant to walk you home.
RING RING RING
Natasha's head snapped towards the phone she had longed to make noise but now suddenly wished it would go back to being quiet. If you had been in this position you would've jumped five feet in the air, let out a shriek, then laughed. That made the Russian softly smile. As the phone rang twice she took the chance of it being you and not some random telemarketer.
"(Y/n)?" Her voiced croaked, surprising herself yet reminding she hadn't had a drop of water all day.
"Hello?" Your voice filled with serenity made Natasha sit up. "Nat, sweetie, I'm almost home. I picked up some Chinese food on the way and it took a while, obviously. But then right next door to the store there was a pet shop and I got Jupiter more toys! I bought two more lasers and I got more litter-oh I'll just hang up so I can start the car and drive home to show you."
Natasha didn't ignore that you were still outside in a parking lot, but cared more that you were so excited to come and you were gonna start rushing home.
"Can't wait to see you soon then, honey."
"Alright, love you! Bye!"
Natasha figured her first time saying she loved you had to be more meaningful than over the phone.
"Goodbye."
The line went dead and Natasha put the phone back in its previous spot. She guessed you had been talking about the restaurant she noticed a while ago that was twenty minutes away. Now all she had to do was play the waiting game all over again.