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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in which steve learns about natasha through her quirks that he thinks are adorable (but he would never actually tell her that).
- taking place between chapters 06 | never seen stars this bright & 07 | that arizona sky
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"Oh, my god! What is that?"
Steve was startled when Natasha suddenly sat up in the seat next to him and stared out the window of the car.
They were staked out in a local neighborhood in Kentucky hoping to catch sight of their mark for their latest mission Fury assigned them. It was boring, to say the least, with no sight of the man and no end to the mission in sight. He had been starting to think that Natasha was falling asleep on him until she had shot up from her seat.
"What's what?" He asked, leaning over the middle console of the car to see what had caught her attention.
She pointed at the window, as if they were seeing things from the same angle, and glanced back at him. Her emerald eyes were sparkling in the street lights that had turned on as the sun sunk below the horizon, and he wasn't able to ignore the way his heart thrummed in his chest. For a moment, all he could do was stare at her because when she had turned to look at him, he had realized how close he was to her. There was something about her now that he hadn't noticed until he and Sharon had broken up. She had always been beautiful to him, but he noticed the little things about her now like sometimes when she smiled, she would bite her lip. Ever since that night she had shot Sam (he wouldn't ever let her live that down) and they had spent the evening watching movies with him and Maria, he hadn't been able to get her out of his head. Was it such a bad thing? He didn't think so. After all, Natasha Romanoff was pretty unforgettable. Could anyone really blame him for feeling the way he did?
"That... thing! The cute, furry animal." She explained, her voice unusually high-pitched and excited.
He frowned, finally noticing what had caught her attention. "The raccoon?" He asked, watching the creature mosey about as it scoured for food.
"I want one." She gasped, turning to look at him.
He couldn't help but laugh. "No, you don't." He shook his head. Sometimes he forgot that she wasn't from America, that she didn't have a childhood because she'd grown up in the Red Room much too fast. She hadn't had a childhood dog or gone hiking for fun. She hadn't gone to the beach on summer days nor hung out with friends during the evening. He forgot just how new some things were to her, but he felt like the luckiest man in the world when she found a new food she liked and smiled at him because he had been the one to order it for her. "They're kinda'... gross." He mused.
