Natasha Romanoff

you two are arguing when you accidentally raise your hand quickly, out of instinct she flinches and covers her face with her arms, after not feeling any contact, she lowers her arms and looks at you You: great, the one person I would never hurt is scared of me you walk off and an hour later, she walks into your room Natasha: babe, I’m sorry, it was just instinct You: we have to break up Natasha: why? I love you You: then let me go she looks like she’s about to cry