The fall of Moscow and the KGB is on the horizon. The USA - with Captain America as their noble leader - steps in to aid Russia in halting the uprising. However, Steve Rogers realizes that not everything is as it seems, and the red-headed and red-bl...
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"be a little closer now. just a little closer now. come a little closer. i need you to hold me tonight. i'd climb every mountain and swim every ocean just to be with you."
- you are the reason; calum scott
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In the twenty-first century, Steve had never really felt home. It had just been a word to him, meaningless and disheartening because he'd always felt so out of place. Once upon a time, he'd thought his home was with Peggy Carter, that after the war, he would settle down with her and raise a few kids. Fate had other plans, however, and he couldn't be more grateful that the stars had aligned in the most unexpected of ways. He'd awoken from the ice decades ahead of time, cursed the universe, and tried to live as much of a normal life as Captain America could. Then, a certain red-head had come barreling into his life and changed everything he thought he knew about himself and the world. He'd slowly come to understand that home wasn't always a place. Sometimes it was a person. No matter where he was, Steve knew his home would always be with Natasha. No matter where he was, it was always her. The reason he lived and the reason why he'd awoken from the ice. He was never meant to spend a life with Peggy Carter. Peggy was an amazing woman, but she didn't belong to him and he didn't belong to her. He'd always belonged to Natasha, and he full-heartedly believed that even before he'd met her, God had a bigger plan for him that involved the red-headed Russian. She was his, and he was hers even after he would take his last breath.
She was in his lap as they sat on the couch, her legs crossed over his and her arms around his neck as they watched Cooper and Lila play games on the floor. Natasha had been released from the hospital almost two weeks ago and had strict orders to take it easy. The Barton's had come to visit, and Steve had never asked Natasha to move in with him, but it seemed he didn't have to because it had happened seamlessly. It had started with him taking care of her immediately after she was discharged and the first night she'd spent in her own apartment, Steve had shown up on her doorstep at midnight because he needed to be near her. A part of him was still terrified to step away from her side, and he knew it was borderline unhealthy, but Madame B. was still out there waiting to strike. None of them could let their guard down. Both Natasha and Maria were still healing and vulnerable, mentally and physically. Steve was still struggling to forget the sound of Natasha screaming from one of the first nights, and he'd struggled to wake her from the vivid nightmare. He'd talked to Sam the morning after and found Maria often had nightmares of her own.
However, none of that seemed to matter when Natasha threw her head back and laughed as Cooper said something to her that Steve hadn't been paying enough attention to hear. It didn't matter anyway because all he heard was the beautiful sound that was Natasha's laugh. "I love you so much, 'Tash." He said almost instinctively, and she looked at him with a smile that stole the breath from his lungs. The whole world seemed to fade because it was just that perfect moment between them.
