Blue Is the Warmest Color
You honestly did not think much of it when your lover decided to take you a botanical garden. Of course, it was a bit of a surprise coming from your girlfriend considering it was such a romantic feminine thing but hey, you were complaining. As you walked around and occasionally stopping to squat and take a closer look of the beautiful, you unmistakably spotted your favorite flowers.
"Oh Nat! Look at how beautiful they are! I can't believe I forgot about them." You pulled her jacket down so she would crouch with you. She held the pseudanthium and stared deeply, being drawn into the mini little beauties. The tiny groups of blue delicate flowers brought her serenity. A small soft vision of you standing in a field surrounded by the flowers in a white dress called out to her. Please, don't forget me. The soothing angelic voice pulled her away from her trance. She cocked her head towards the other woman, "That is the meaning of forget-me-nots."
"Don't forget me huh?" Natasha quietly asked more to herself.
"That's not all. They also mean true love."
"You seem to know much about 'em." She mused raising an eyebrow to the (height) girl.
"Yeah, they're my childhood favorites." You smiled at her. Your eyes twinkled with joy and love. And it seemed you could talk about them for hours. Natasha did not forget the look you gave them.
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"Package delivery for (Y/n) (L/n)," the delivery man held out a box for you. You took the box skeptically, clearly remembering your online shopping wasn't due to arrive for another couple of weeks. After signing for it and taking it in you decided to think if you should wait for Natasha considering it seemed pretty sketchy. No return address or message on a small brown lightweight box. But your belle was away on a mission and curiosity did kill the cat. Slowly opening the box, hoping not to accidentally trigger something but the only thing inside was a tiny blue surprise. A tiny bouquet of forget-me-nots sat there so lonely looking a tad bit mushed but still okay. Still, no note to be seen but you already had an idea where this came from. Smiling to yourself you put the gift in a vase and set it next to Natasha's record player. Over the months while your girlfriend was far far away, the flowers took her spot and wouldn't stop coming. Your entire house was infested with the new decorations. You didn't seem to notice when the color blue began to start appearing in your wardrobe. One day when you were getting dressed for work you received a call from an unknown number.
"Hello?" You called out. You heard rustling on the other line before a voice answered back
"Hello? Ms. (L/n)?" You clutched the hem of your shirt when you realized the caller didn't sound like your girlfriend. "This is Agent 93. I'm working with the Black Widow on a special in a classified location. Romanoff gave me the task if she had not returned in 48 hours after leaving behind enemy lines to call you and simply tell you, 'please, don't forget me.' please do not call back this number. Good-bye." Your stomach and heartbeat dropped with the line.