I'll Always Love You - A Romanogers Fanfic

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NATASHA'S POV

We're still in Seattle after a week, in a little rented studio.
Sam left a couple of days ago to stay with some family, after we all determined that it was somewhat safe for us to not hide as much anymore, so Steve and I have had a lot of time together, and I doubt after that alone time, that I'll be able to stand up even if I tried at this point.

I sit up in the bed, trying not to make a face in pain.
"You fucked my organs to wrong angles" I mumble to him as I try to find a position to sit where my lower body doesn't hurt.
He grunts half-asleep and cuddle his head against my side.

I reach for his shirt in the foot of the bed and put it on over my naked body.
"Why are you covering up My Love? You're eternally beautiful, and if it's because you're cold you know I'll warm you" Steve mumbles tiredly with closed eyes and holds out his arms, inviting me in.
I don't take off his shirt, but I accept his invitation and cuddle close to his body with a happy sigh.
He wraps his arms around me.
"I love you" I tell him and give him a little peck on the lips before closing my eyes.

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STEVE'S POV

"Love, I made you breakfast" I say and come back towards the bed.
"What?" She mumbles.
"Breakfast" I say and she opens her eyes.
"For me?" She asks and sits up with a painful look on her face.
"My Love, does something hurt?" I ask and hurry to her side.
"Yes, you've fucked me very hard, soldier, that's what hurts" she smirks and I can't help but smile proudly.
"I'm sorry. Have some food" I say and hand her a plate.
"Thanks" she smiles and immediately digs in.

I build up the courage to ask her after a while of eating in silence. I've been wanting to ask her since the second day in this studio apartment.
"Love?" I ask hesitantly.
She looks at me as an answer.
"Do you...erh...do you want to...erh...live with...me?" I ask.
"We practically live together already" she says and keeps eating.
"Yes...but...what if we had our own apartment. Maybe in Brooklyn? I ask hopeful.
"Don't you think it's a little fast? I mean we only just got back together" she says with her mouth full.
"Well...no...I...I don't think it's fast" I stammer, instantly regretting I asked, because when she disagrees once, either it never happens or it will be months until she makes up her mind.
She looks at me and drops her fork on the plate with a clanging when she notices the look on my face.
"No...Steve, oh I didn't mean like never, it's just...we just..., look, I love you...and" she says but I cut her off.
"Then what's the problem?" I ask her.
She doesn't answer for a while, and she looks like she's thinking.
"What if we don't work out? Or..." she begins.
"Hey? Why wouldn't we work out?" I ask worried.
"No it's not that we wouldn't work out, it's just...it happened before. I never thought we'd break up, and then it happened. I guess I just feel the need to prepare for every possible outcome" she mumbles.
"I have no intentions of ever letting you go again, My Love. You're mine" I say and take her plate away from her before I kiss her and pull her onto my lap.

She puts her hands on my cheeks, stroking my beard, which I'm not going to shave off any time soon, because she told me it looked good.

"And I won't leave" she smiles and hugs me tightly.

I keep hugging her, never wanting to let go of her perfect body, her perfect heart, her perfect eyes and just everything about her.
"I don't get how I could be without you for so long" I say and kiss her chin.
"I can't believe that you'd even want me" she says and looks at me.
"I can't believe how anyone wouldn't want you, but I'm so happy that you're mine" I say and place a hand in her soft hair.
"I'm happy I'm yours too" she says and kisses me.

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NATASHA'S POV

This is it. This is happiness.

I keep kissing Steve until I make up my mind, and then I pull away and look at him.

"Alright, let's do it" I say.
"Let's do what?" He asks and caress my cheek.
"Let's move in together" I say, and his face lights up.
"Really?" He asks excited.
I nod. "Yes, let's buy an apartment in Brooklyn".
"I love you, I love you more than anything in the world!" He exclaims and presses his lips against mine in pure excitement.

I'm excited too, but...what if we don't work out? I think to myself as he keeps asking if I'm sure.
It would be even harder to recover from if we lived together.
No. It's good, it's a good thing. I'm convinced that it's a good idea.

I'm moving in with Captain America. Holy shit!