Natasha Romanoff and Scarlett Johansson Imagina

🎬SCARLETT JOHANSSON- General 2

Hey people!
How are you? I hope everything is going ok.
This is part 2 of “general” that lots of you asked for, but what happened in this chapter was suggested by BodyPartyxNasty and tonysblueberry.I wanted to update yesterday, but wattpad decided that I couldn’t post anything for I don’t know what kind of dumb reason.🤷🏼‍♀️
Anyway I hope you enjoy it even if I find it kinda shitty. By the way, it's only written from Scarlett's point of view.
Nothing I leave you to the stories byeee! (should I find a name to call all of you people that read my stories? Let me know in the comments and leave suggestion in case)
Love you all and please be safe 
Dasy  🥰

REMEMBER
Don't be upset ewhen someone reject you. Nice things are rejected all the time by people who can't afford them.

SCARLETT P.O.V.

(Y/N) just got out of my office and all I can think about is how pale she is and all that blood that flows from her wound. Maybe I’ve been too harsh with her, in the end I’m in love with her but I’m too scared to admit it and I have a reputation to maintain. 
I pace around the room arguing with myself if I should go and confess my feelings to (Y/N) or keep going with my evil queen kind of behavior and still I didn’t take a decision, God I feel so pathetic! Only teenagers with hormonal issues act like that Scarlett, for God sake you’re an USA army general, act like one!
After scolding myself I get back to my desk and start going through all the mission reports that are staked in perfect order and just waiting to be signed before being sent to the archive. As usual, when I’m working my door is closed and all the people in this place know that it's better not to interrupt me, but apparently today someone wants to test his luck cause not even 5 minutes after I’ve started working there’s a knock at my door.
“I hope for your well being that's something important, you idiot.” I scoff in an annoyed tone. One of my soldiers comes inside in a rush with a red face, sweat running down his forehead and a heavy breath “I’m sorry general Johansson, but-” he speaks in a very low tone before I interrupt him “Speak up soldier! You know I hate when people around me mumble!” I burst out slamming my fist on the wooden desk “(Y/L/N) is in the infirmary ma’am. She passed out right after she got out of your office ma’am. I thought you would have been pleased to be informed about it.'' He explains in a rush, loudly this time, but I stop listening when he says that MY (Y/N) is in the infirmary.   
I stand up from my desk and walk past the soldier growling “Couldn’t you say it sooner?!” before storming out the room directed to the medical wing of the base. Once I get there it doesn’t take much to find her, since I’m a very respected and feared woman in this place I just have to ask for (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to a nurse and she immediately brings me to her room. 
I enter and see her laying in the white bed unconscious, my heart clenches and stops beating at the sight of her motionless body. I can’t focus on anything right now and the only thing I can hear is a voice inside my head that says “It's all your fault.” and this voice is right. 
I sit on the armchair next to her bed and hold her cold hand while I check her vitals. I see her heart beating slowly, but still beating. I sat there for a long time simply staring at her pale, but still gorgeous face, blaming myself for all of this and praying to every God or whoever ran this hell of a word to bring her back to me. 
“I’m sorry baby” I choke out while tears start running down my cheeks. 

TIME SKIP TO A FEW WEEKS LATER (cause I can)

(Y/N) have been in a coma for the psat weeks and I’ve grown into a total mess. My once perfect appearance disappeared, becoming unkempt, my mood got worse and worse. I don’t get more than 2 hour of sleep at night and they're always ruined by terrible nightmares that keep me thinking all day. I barely eat anymore and my presence at work has dropped dramatically as I spend as much time as possible monitoring (Y/N).
That's been my life until today when my best friend and supporter during this tough time, Captain Larson came to my office finding me crying my eyes out at my desk. 
“Scarlett, you have to stop this. You’re killing yourself!” Brie scolds me in a gentle way “How can I when the love of my life is laying in a hospital bed almost dead cause I’m a bitch?” I retort with a hoarse voice “Stop blaming yourself and go talk to her cause she’s awake.” She instructs me and it’s useless to say that as soon as I hear that I’m running down to (Y/N)’s room.
Her friends are standing out of her room trying to block my way and forbid me to get in and see her, but I still manage to outsmart them and enter the room. And there she is, gorgeous as always even in her hospital gown, with ruffled hair. “O my God (Y/N) you’re awake!” I yell in pure joy running to her side, but her voice stops me “Stop there general.”. I freeze in my spot, fear starting to take over “What?” I ask her worried “You don’t get to come near me. I’m leaving tomorrow and we’ll never see eachother again.” she explains to me.
“But- but I love you!” I confess “You can’t leave me.” I add shocked. She scoff rolling her eyes while cautiously standing up from her bed. “I’m sorry (Y/N), I hurted you badly and I get it. But I’m sorry and I won’t do that again. I promise.” I tell her with tears in my eyes. 
“You know, I’ve heard those words before, Scarlett. And guess what? They were lies.” she responds while walking out of the room and away from me, from what we could have been. I run after her begging her to forgive me and give us a chance, but she walks away and at this point I know I’ve lost her forever.