When Skies are Grey
“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.
"No-” she paused thinking of the name, it played around in her mind for a minute- she knew it, but it couldn’t be hers. She didn’t have a name. “That’s not my name”
She wracked her brain for a minute. “Natalia Romanova, then.” She was pleading with the ginger, begging her to know who she was. “We wrestle and have icecream on Wednesdays while watching whatever movie happens to be on HBO.”