No questions asked
Nat glanced down at the glass in her hand, throwing her head back against the mattress before rubbing her eyes and reaching for her phone. 2:33 AM and she was drunker then a skunk with a plethora of missed text and calls from Coulson, fury, Yelena, banner, Barton, and a few other people who had been at Peggy funeral, accept for tony and Steve .
She was still fired up about Steve’s “I never stopped loving her since that night in 1945 where she took my place in becoming captain, and I’ll admit I am still sad we never did quite get that dance..” speech. It made nat want to vomit, and people turned to face her to see her reaction. Steve knew Peggy had been seeing her, or at least been seeing someone new, and he still felt the need to say that. At Peggy’s funeral of all places.
When it was Nat’s turn to get up and talk she held back tears as well as the urge to scream at Steve . As she stared him right in the eyes and said “Captain Margaret Elizabeth Carter was a fighter, a friend, a family member, and to me was just my Peggy. The night before everything happened she took me on a small date to this dinner. Food was shitty and cheap but… the.. the uh smile she had that night will always stick with me, because that’s how I remember my Peggy. Not as the crime fighter, or the superhero, but as the girl from Britain who would dance with me to records from 1945 and act like they were brand new music.” Nat sniffled then sighed, turning her gaze to face the photo of Peggy that was adjacent to her coffin, the one of her that was in her avengers portfolio, “I love you.”.
The rest of the shitty funeral was actually ok, you know, for a funeral. Coulson and Fury stayed by her side the whole time, banner and Barton stopping in separately to pay their respects (specifically Barton who assured her that if she ever needed help to just say y the words and he’d show up, no questions asked), agent Wilson stopping by to apologize for not being there to comfort Natasha after the incident happened. Normal funeral stuff. That was until Steve dragged her out into the parking lot and tried to break her nose.
Natasha could still feel her head pounding as Rogers kicked her in the stomach with his boots and her head hit the ground full force. She blacked out after that, her last visions of the funeral being Rogers boots. When she came to she was on Nick and Phil’s couch, they were cooking in the kitchen quietly so she could rest. Accept she didn’t rest, she jumped out of the living room window, went home, and since then has been ‘chain drinking’ for practically a solid week.
She stood, sad and groggy, shoving the bottles out of her bed and onto the floor before calmly curling up spooning a pillow. Peggy’s pillow. She couldn’t do it with Peggy so this would have to do. It reminded her of the time peggy went off on a mission for 2 months and they could only text, couldn’t even call each other ; Peggy sent photos of the back of fury’s head, nat sent selfies of her and random vigilantes (one she vividly remember was named moonknight), and they said many other things back and fourth.
Peggy talked about all the stuff she’d love to do to Nat when she got home, Nat kicked her feet and blushed over it for 2 months until Peggy did get home. Her and Nat were practically like horny teenagers after prom and looking back she found it pathetic an desperate, but now she wanted to be able to do that more then ever. Just anything, any touch from Peggy would be better then what she currently had.
Her phone buzzed again and she carelessly reached over, answering it without looking at the caller id, “residence of Romanov and car- sorry residence of Romanov, this is Natasha speaking.”. Barton clicked his tounge before saying “Was wondering when you’d pick up, office was about to start drawing phones out of hats and using them to call you.” “Clint it’s like 3 in the morning whos at the office right now?” Not even bothering to ask any of the other 1000 questions she had “How drunk are you right now. How much have you been drinking, nat.” Count said in response answering a few of her questions And both ends of the call were silent for a good minute or two, Natasha thinking over her answer thoroughly. “Clint I’m in a bad place. I miss her Clint. Can you please help me?” “I’m on my way, nat.” No questions asked