꧁𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑈𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦꧂

~3~

~On the way to the immigration office~

"Are you nervous?" Natasha asked Steve, still busy on her phone.

"Yeah," Steve said looking at her then he rolled his eyes, she's not listening, she doesn't even look like she cares!

"It's over here," Natasha said walking into the building, Steve just followed her.

Steve then saw Natasha skipping the line.

"Natasha, there's a line," Steve said, but of course, Natasha didn't listen and then just went straight to the counter.

"Sorry," Steve keeps saying to those people who are waiting in line.

"Hi, I need you to file this fiancee visa for me," Natasha said as she got to the counter.

"Follow me, ma'am," The man said.

"Oh Uhm, okay," Natasha said, then Steve followed them.

The man led them to a room, "Please wait here," the man said.

"Wait- why are we here?" Natasha asked.

"Just please wait," the man said closing the door.

Steve sat on one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"Natasha, sit down," Steve said.

"No, no, it's fine," Natasha said looking at her phone and holding her handbag.

"If you say so," Steve said with a sigh.

Then someone knocks on the door and then waved at them.

Natasha look out the glass door and waved at him, confused.

The man then opened the door, "Hi," he greeted them.

"Hello," Natasha and Steve greeted him.

"I'm Mr. Rumlow," the man said shaking Natasha's hand.

"Ah, Mr. Rumlow," Natasha said, acknowledging who he is.

Then Brock went to sit down on his chair.

"Sorry for the wait, it's been a crazy day," Rumlow said.

"You must be Steve?" Rumlock asked Steve and Steve just nodded.

"And you're-" He was cut off by Natasha.

"Natasha," she said.

"I have a question," Rumlock said.

"And that would be?" Natasha asked.

"Are you both committing fraud to avoid Natasha's deportation? So she can her position as editor in chief at the SHIELD business?" He asked them.

Natasha and Steve look at him in shock but tried to hide it.

"That's ridiculous," Steve said.

"What? No, we would never do that," Natasha said shaking her head.

"Yeah...we would never do that," Steve said nervously.

"Where did you hear that?" Natasha asked.

"Oh, well, we had a phone tip this noon, from a man named, 'Jasper'-" he was cut off again by Natasha.

"Would it be uh Jasper Sitwell?" Natasha asked.

"Yes," Rumlow answered.

"Well, I'm sorry, Jasper is just nothing but a lazy former employee, he never really knows anything, he probably just said that because he wants me to get deported," Natasha said shaking her head and Steve just keeps nodding.