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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"tomorrow comes and goes before you know, so i just had to let you know... swear to god you're beautiful."
- beautiful; bazzi
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Steve swore to God that Natasha was beautiful.
His catholic mother had raised him not to swear, but how could he not when he was looking at Natasha, and the whole world seemed to fade around them? On mornings like these, the times when he would stir before her, he could relish in every moment that he had to openly stare at her as he held her in his arms. Her head was tucked against his chest, their legs tangled and hearts beating steadily together. It was times like these when he knew he couldn't lose her, his compass... his entire heart and soul. She was everything to him; everything he wanted and everything he never knew that he needed, just like he needed air to breathe. He was so incredibly proud of her and her team for bringing down Madame B. and dousing the Red Room flame the heinous woman had tried to ignite, but he had been terrified to lose her. It had been two weeks since they had returned from Germany, and many of Natasha's nights were spent crying herself to sleep as Steve tried his best to be her solider and take her pain as his own. It had broken Steve's heart to see her so distraught, although, he understood that she needed to grieve the loss of her sister.
A part of him did too.
He had always admired Yelena and had fond memories of their short time in Moscow together. He'd seen her kindness, her utter selflessness, and she should've never been murdered by a woman who wasn't worth a damn. Nonetheless, he tried to mask his anger with smiles for Natasha and told her every corny joke in the book. He bought her favorite comfort foods and baked her favorite desserts. He braided her hair after she showered and refused to let her shut him out in her sadness. Wanda, Sam, and Maria often came over to do whatever they could to cheer her up, and it was just recently that she smiled more than she had cried and laughed more than she had sobbed. That morning, there wasn't a tear stain on her face, but there were a few hickeys on her neck after she'd straddled him and begged him to fuck her until she forgot her own name. She may have forgotten her name, but she had been screaming his, and a proud smirk tugged at the corner of Steve's lips because sometimes, it felt like it was his only goal in life to bring her such intense pleasure.
He shifted her in his arms and kissed the shell of her ear. Warmth unfurled through his chest... he never knew such love - devotion - could exist. "I love you. So much." He whispered, kissing her forehead before he pulled back to once again admire her.
He hadn't meant to wake her up, but he couldn't help but smile when he heard her muffled voice.
"I love you too, but I feel your eyes on me. It's kinda' creepy." She grumbled.
