A little while ago,
most people went
to bed thinking that
the craziest thing in
the world was a
billionaire in a flying
metal suit.
Then aliens
invaded New York.
•Maria Hill•MCU•MDNI
every ounce of tenderness she was receiving only added another knife to her heart.
the woman in front of her, the beautiful, carefree, funny woman who’d done nothing but love her, had no idea how badly she’d been betrayed only hours earlier.
maria may have stopped before —
seeing maria's face brings no relief, only a quiet, crushing ache. she is still trying so desperately to compose herself, utterly oblivious to how much damage that rigid restraint is doing to her inside.
magna locks her hands behind maria'a neck and shoulder blades, drawing +
— would only add to the pain if she didn’t give.
“i’m sorry.. i love you so much..”
one hand coming up to brush unruly curls back from magna’s face.
“let’s get out of here for a while. book us flights to germany like we talked about… let’s just go, tomorrow or in a few —
@classified_swan — and into her lap, the fight gone from her because what could she even do? she didn’t want to argue with natasha, she didn’t want her to stay, and she didn’t want her to leave either.
one thing was absolutely certain though, after the line she crossed the night before, she —
— the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you’re too good for me..”
the contradiction in her words was painful even to her own ears, but the guilt was making her incoherent.
those words, spoken like a prayer and a vow all at once only made the tears sting further. she wanted nothing more than to blurt out what had happened, to rip the bandaid off and suffer the consequences she deserved.
but magna didn’t deserve that pain. she didn’t deserve any —
magna closes the distance immediately. she doesn't grab her, doesn't force her hands down.
instead, she steps right back into maria's space, reaching out to gently curl her fingers around her wrists, resting her forehead against the hands shielding that tear-stained face. +
— of what had happened, none of it.
hands eventually and slowly dropped from her face, composing herself enough not to entirely break down as she slipped her arms around the other woman’s waist and pulled her in close.
“i don’t deserve you, i really don’t. magna, you’re —
@classified_swan — eyes remained on the redhead across the room. a standoff almost, as to which one of them would be bravest to move first. but that gaze soon shifted lower, to the marks on her neck, the ones she’d left. the ones she wanted to leave elsewhere.
no. she simply couldn’t think —