never say never

Natasha's foot bounced wildly at the edge of the bed. She did everything she could to calm down - took in deep breaths, the stupid five senses thing that people always suggested, even shut her eyes and focused on clearing her mind. Nothing worked. She was alone. She was alone in a room - one she'd realized fairly quickly was Steve Harrington's - as Steve went on a wild goose hunt for Isabella. 

Her fingertips shook as her leg continued to bounce, causing the bed to creak slightly from the movements. She gripped the edge of the bed to stop the shaking, the throbbing slowly but surely coming back.

Who are you? She thought. The voice didn't respond. She felt insane - delusional, even. The voice that said the horrifying sentence sounded just like her, although deep down Natasha knew it wasn't her.

Her shoulders began to shake, her grip on the bed turning her knuckles white. The voice finally came back but didn't answer her question.

You're going to die. Your mother and father will die, and your brother and sister too. Everyone you know and love will die and it's going to be your fault.

"N-no, go away." She murmured, shaking her head quickly. Her blonde curls bounced as she aggressively shook her head, her eyes squeezing shut.

Everyone you love will die.

The voice was louder, more clear. Natasha gripped the bed, her brows bunching together. "N-no," She said again. She then stood up, not even a foot in front of the bed.

You're weak and pathetic. You will be the last to go.

"Hey, I couldn't find-" Steve's voice was cut off as he walked into his bedroom. He stopped in the doorway, horror in his eyes as he saw Natasha's state.

She stood at the foot of the bed. That same neon blue glow that was in her eyes before was there again. It looked unreal - unnatural. She looked as if she were looking at someone - speaking to someone.

"Go away," She spoke. "Leave me alone."

"N-Nat?" He stuttered. He was frozen and didn't know how to react. He stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he watched tears begin to stream down her cheeks.

"S-stop-" She cried, her breathing growing heavier and heavier by the second.

Steve heard voices and didn't hesitate to walk into the bedroom. He locked the door to prevent someone from walking in, leaning his back against it. "Natasha." He softly spoke, his voice a little shaky as he wasn't sure what to do.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and Steve was quick to notice the way her fingertips began to glow the same neon blue her eyes looked. A choking sound was heard and his eyes snapped back up to her face.

It looked as if something was choking her, and the way her hands clawed at an invisible arm only proved his thoughts right. Steve rushed forward, panic setting in as Natasha choked on seemingly nothing.

"Nat, Nat!" He cried out, stopping directly in front of her. 

She looked straight at him, yet it was obvious she wasn't looking at him. She was looking past him - as if she were in another world.

Blood began to drip from her nose as the air circulation was cut off, and Steve felt more panic surge through him.

His mind was running rampant. He knew Natasha - he'd known her for a very long time. But he'd never had the nerve to genuinely try and get to know her, not until the day he invited her to the party. He hadn't intended for something like this to happen, and it looked completely unrealistic.

Any sane person would run. He would book it and call the cops, yell at her to get the fuck out of his house. But instead, he panicked, wanting to get her out of whatever daze she was locked in.

Steve hesitated for only a second before reaching forward, pressing his hands on her shoulders. "Nat! Nat!" He called out, trying to break her out of the daze. 

She didn't move. Steve moved his hands from her shoulders to her neck, rubbing his thumbs soothingly on her pulse point. The choking stopped at this movement, surprisingly. He sighed as he pressed his forehead to hers, feeling her body begin to relax. "That's it, it's- it's okay. It's okay." He breathed shakingly, shutting his eyes.

Natasha's neon blue eyes dimmed to her natural deep ocean color, her chest heaving up and down heavily from what she'd just seen. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was brought back to Earth. 

Steve opened his eyes and pulled his forehead away from Natasha, a look of shock on his features. "Are- are you with me?" He asked softly, his thumb continuing its soothing movements.

Natasha nodded, moving back away from him. Her heart hurt after what had just happened, and she felt at a loss. How would she explain this to anyone? Who would even believe her?

Steve watched her carefully. He grabbed the unopened water bottle from his side table, holding it out to her as she sat down on the edge of the bed again. "I couldn't find Isabella." He murmured, watching her actions.

"It's fine," She spoke, taking the bottle. She quickly opened it and took a long drink, shutting it once she was finished. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Steve asked. He walked over and grabbed a rag, bringing it over to her. "For almost bleeding on my carpet? Or scaring the absolute shit out of me?"

Natasha looked at him, "I'm sorry." Was all she said again.

Steve frowned. It wasn't like Natasha Moore to respond that way - she usually came up with a witty or annoying response. "No, it's okay." He softly told her as he sat next to her on the bed. He reached forward, using the rag to wipe the blood from her nose. "I was scared. But it's fine. Are you okay?" 

"That's a stupid question," She couldn't help but mutter, rolling her eyes. She allowed him to wipe the blood from her nose, fidgeting with her hands. "I just watched everyone die."

"W-what?" Steve stuttered, pulling his hand away. "Are you on drugs?"

"I know that's hard to believe," She breathed. "But I-I saw it. Someone- someone told me I was going to watch everyone I love die. And then they- they showed me."

She was right. That was hard to believe. And if she were to have just explained this to Steve an hour ago without any explanation, he'd think she was genuinely drunk or on drugs. But he saw the way her eyes and fingertips lit up. He saw the way her nose began to bleed as she struggled to breathe because something was choking her. It was something he couldn't see, invisible to the human eye. He'd seen it, so he truly had no choice but to believe it as hard as it was.

"I believe you," He softly told her.

"You don't have to say that to make me feel better," She murmured, shutting her eyes. "I've got serious issues and I know that."

"No- no I do- I do Natasha believe me." He quickly said. He hesitated before reaching out and grabbing her hand. "I believe you. After what I just saw, I'd be stupid not to."

"Thank you," She breathed. "Please don't say anything about this to anyone. Not Isabella or Jonathan either. They're already worried about the headaches, if they find out what happened they'll freak."

Steve nodded, squeezing her hand assuringly. "Of course," He agreed. Part of him felt giddy at the thought she was asking him to keep a secret that not even her two best friends knew, and he wasn't going to break that promise. He wouldn't tell a soul - even if his life depended on it. "I won't say anything to anyone."

"Thank you," She breathed again. "I should- I should go home." She suddenly stood, wiping her nose.

Steve followed almost immediately, "Let me take you."

"No, no you have a party downstairs-" 

"They'll survive. Seriously. You shouldn't- you shouldn't walk home alone. Let me take you." He offered.

Natasha wanted to decline. Steve had already seen far too much, more than anyone else had seen. Of course, this was new even for Natasha, but it still sucked that of all people Steve Harrington had to be the one to witness it. He'd seen her in a vulnerable state, and instead of making fun of her or running and telling everyone how crazy she was - he said he wouldn't tell a soul. "Okay, fine." She decided, nodding briefly. "Just tonight."

"Just tonight." He repeated with a smile. 

The two left his bedroom and downstairs, somehow managing to weave through the crowds of people. They began to walk down the sidewalk, Steve deciding to let the two walk since not only had he had a few drinks that night, but also so he would get a little bit more time with her.

"So does that happen often?" Steve asked after a few minutes of silence.

Natasha internally groaned. She should've known that questions would pop up, she just hadn't expected it to be so soon. "No." She answered, "It's never been that intense."

"What is it?" He then asked.

"I don't know,"

"Is it triggered by anything?"

"I don't know,"

"Are they like superpowers-"

"I don't know, Steve." Natasha quickly cut him off. "I don't know why I get them. I started getting headaches one day. I heard voices, but nothing was clear. Till tonight."

Steve was silent, taking in everything Natasha said. They finally approached her house and she stopped in front of the yard, turning to look at him. "Thanks for keeping my secret and walking me home, Steve Harrington."

"Yeah no, anytime." He blushed, nodding at her. 

"Well, I should get going." Natasha awkwardly spoke, putting her hands in her jacket pocket.

"Yeah, same. I'm really glad you came to the party, Nat. Even if all that happened." He cleared his throat.

"Don't expect to see me at the next one," She responded, beginning to walk up the porch. "But thanks, Steve."

Steve watched her walk toward the house, his eyes glued to her form. It was only when she was at the porch that he called out to her again. "Hey, Nat!"

Natasha turned, looking at him. She didn't say anything, waiting for him to say whatever it was he wanted to say.

"You didn't answer my question," He said.

"What question?" She asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Steve paused. He thought about his words before looking up at her, the light of the porch illuminating her head.

"Do you have superpowers?"

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Short but insane chapter LMFAO I got carried away could you tell? LMFAO