Falcon

scarecrow-death:

damefalcon:

She let out a sob. “Someone who loves you a lot.” She said quietly, soaring up higher. “Someone who is willing to give everything to have you back.” She got out of gun range and began to fly. “Don’t struggle, because if you do, we will both die, because I’m not living without you.”

“I don’t know you- let alone love you” she hissed. She tried to kick her feet but being up so high it was a large possibility she would fall- so she stopped. “Put me down!” she shouted.

"No.” She spoke simply, gliding in the sky, holding her. “You are Natasha Romanoff, my soul mate and I love you." Please believe me. I don’t want to die with you not knowing me.