WAKING up the next day was an interesting experience for Steve. He got out of bed, recalling that he had made out with Natasha the previous day. He slowly walked to the cramped 'living area' and saw Natasha in sweatpants and an oversized tee. God, she was not even trying, how did she look so beautiful and gorgeous. She was sipping a cup of coffee.
"Hey," Steve caught Natasha's attention, and she put the cup down. She was nervous to face him, of course, but she still put on a brave badass front.
"'Sup, loser?" Natasha teased, sparing him a bright smile.
Steve grinned and gestured to the unstable chair beside her. She nodded, allowing him to sit down beside her. They sat in silence for a while, both not knowing what to say, and both longing for each other's lips on theirs.
"Nat," Steve broke the stillness, moving a little closer to Natasha. "Do you want to talk about yesterday?"
Narrowing her eyes, Natasha shrugged. "Sure, if you'd like. What is there to talk about, though?" Natasha asked.
"Our kiss..." Steve stopped and realised they had kissed multiple times. "Kisses?"
Nodding, Natasha turned to face him. She took in a deep breath and said, "Shoot your questions, then."
"W-What are we?" Steve asked.
Natasha froze and stared into space for a second, then she looked up at him and gave him a side smile. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and shrugged. She asked, "What do you want me to be?"
Ah, those famous words she had spoken years ago. Steve wanted this situation to be different from what had happened the previous time she said that. He did not want to be 'just friends'.
"How bout my girlfriend?" Steve offered, his eyes full of hope. Natasha tried to fight back a bright smile, but she failed. She giggled softly as she was nervous. She stared into his ocean eyes.
"Is-Is that okay?" Steve asked. Natasha smirked and leaned forward suddenly, grabbing Steve's neck and pulling him into a kiss.
When their lips separated, they both chuckled.
"So, is that a yes?" Steve asked. Natasha rolled her eyes and nodded. Steve's cluelessness was kind of cute. Well, everything he did was.
As they kissed again, they felt happiness burst inside them, both of them feeling joyful.
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The Golden Couple|| Romanogers
FanfictionSteve Rogers, America's golden boy, and Natasha Romanoff, former Russian spy. Of course they would make a good couple! Wouldn't they? Read to find out! Disclaimer: There is a bit of Russian in this story, but I've translated it for you. FLUFF
