I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
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8 years ago
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AU: Your Future Was Me [@ivananddmitri]

ivananddmitri:

ihavesomesecretsnooneshouldknow:

“I appreciate the forgery,” she answers, looking back at him with a small smile. “More important things? I am flattered.” She kicks the car down a gear, racing off once they’re out of view of border control. It’s rare that she’s the one driving, and with the road open before her, she wants to make the most of it.

When they get a little further down the road, Natasha sighs, pulling over with evident reluctance. “I need a smoke,” she tells him, leaning over to reach into the glove compartment once more. “How far is the safehouse from here?”

“We’ve got 20 or so miles left to go.” As she rummaged for the pack of cigarettes, he saw them ahead of her and pulled them out, taking one for himself before handing the rest to her. Afterwards, he lit his and leaned back, taking a long drag before exhaling slowly through his nose. He leaned his head back on the seat and closed his eyes, allowing his thoughts to wander. He found himself, strangely enough, thinking of home. It’d been quite a while since he last thought of his former life. He thought of his loving parents, and how happy he had been with them. The sense of family he had. It was something that, despite it all, he sorely missed.

It wasn’t long before his thoughts shifted, and became focused on a future with Natalia. One where they could have a child, and raise him with the same love his parents gave him. Those wishes were shaken by cold, hard truth. Natalia and he would never live a life fit to raise a child in. Not to mention that she could not bear children, though he was confident he could change that with his power if given her permission. Even if he could, the first point still stood. For two mercenaries to raise a child was out of the question to him. Settling down completely wasn’t exactly an option either. To just stop taking jobs, of course was doable, but they’d never really be out of danger. It would be too risky for their child, and no way to make them live. 

Taking another drag of his cigarette, he did his best to push the thoughts out of his mind, though the expression on his face made it clear something was bothering him.

Natasha starts the car once more, once the cigarette is in her mouth once more. She’s concentrating on the road, and it’s only in the occasional glance over at Ivan that she realises something is wrong. She pulls over once more, leaning over to bring his gaze around to meet hers. 

“что беспокоит тебя, мой волк?” she asks him quietly, running her fingers down his jaw. There’s no need for the rush of before, and with twenty miles to go, she must ask now. She’s followed the shifting of his thoughts, but she cannot quite guess at the subject matter. While she’s familiar with the ebb and flow of his thoughts, this particular line is foreign to her.

(Source: inheritorofmemories)