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a stressful war

I'm not going to say it because I probably don't mean it. And when said out loud it sounds like almost a promise and I would hate to go back on my promises. I'm not that kind of person, not anymore. So I'm not saying anything. You just have to trust me. And I would never lie to you. I promised you that I'm always honest and you told me that you would always be honest with me. So why betray my trust at the last minute only to side with him? You mean a lot to me and to have you side with him, it broke my heart. 

Steve looks at the typed message on his phone, shakes his head and sighs. He can't possibly send that to her. She didn't deserve it. With a sigh, he switches off his phone. Placing it in the back pocket of his jeans, he glances over at her. 

Natasha is arguing with Tony, as to what they would have to do to Steve, Sam and James. "They're our friends, you can't possibly do that to them?"

"They picked the wrong side Red, careful, one step further and you cross over there too," Tony warns, exasperated and aggravated. 

Natasha ponders what to say, looking away from Tony for a moment. Her eyes lock with Steve and she looks down sheepishly. "We'll talk about this later." She turns and leaves, heading out of the conference room. 

She walks past the room Steve is in and gives him a small nod. He knows what it means. She's overly stressed. And it doesn't take a genius to figure out why. From Lagos to the Accords to picking and choosing sides to reasoning with Tony to this, she has frankly had quite enough. And he knows part of it was his fault, but it's mostly because she's mad at Tony. 

He gets up from his seat on the chair and follows her out of the building. They get into her car, wordless. He plucks up the courage to ask, "Right here?" 

Sure, it could fit both of them, but it wasn't the most comfortable. She shakes her head. "I've got a room in a hotel nearby. That's where we're going."

He nods, swallowing before asking again, "Wanna talk about it?"

She drives off, whispering under her breath, "Do I look like I wanna talk about it?" She doesn't utter a word until she pulls up at the hotel. Getting out of the car, she tosses the key at the valet and disappears into the lobby. He chases after her. "Tony wants to put you behind bars. You. Captain freaking America. I mean, can he even do that?" A few people in the lobby turn to stare at the mention of Captain America, clamouring in whispers. Steve lowers his head. "Sorry," she whispers, turning her volume down a notch. 

He shakes his head, holding back a laugh as he follows her into the lift. "I mean, I did just betray over a hundred nations."

"But he can't do that." She says in a soft voice, not looking up at him. 

Steve shakes his head. "Why not?"

"Well I know he can, but I don't want him to. Fine you maybe, but arresting you is a bit too far. If they arrest you, who knows what they'll do to Barnes." She whispers. 

He feels a pang of jealousy. She still cared for Barnes. It was ridiculous because he knew that she had been in the same situation before, ten or so years ago. 

"I had S.H.I.E.L.D., but S.H.I.E.L.D. has long fallen. And there's nothing the government will do for assassins nowadays." She says, still looking down, fumbling with her fingers. 

The elevator bell dings and the doors open. He guides her out gently, walking down the hallway with her in silence, waiting for her to say something again. She was awfully quiet after that one vulnerable statement and he didn't want to push something she didn't want to share. They had their boundaries. 

She slides the keycard and the door swings open. "Wine's in the top drawer." She states, as she takes out a pair of wine glasses from the cupboard. She shrugs her jacket off, hanging it behind the door. He bites his lip at the sight of her in her tank top and jeans. 

He chuckles as he pulls open the drawer, and gets out the all too familiar bottle of shiraz. "You know for a spy, you're predictable."

"I'm sentimental. It's a bad habit. But only with you." She states as he pours the wine into the glasses. 

"Here's to secret sex in a hotel while we're supposed to be on opposite ends of a fight." He toasts, she gives him a small smirk. 

"Who said we're having sex?" She teases, unzipping her jeans, pulling them off and discarding them on the floor. "We're two friends who are having a conversation in a hotel room with wine."

"Two married friends." He states, downing the rest of his wine. He sets his glass down, moving towards her, pulling off his own jacket, discarding it on the floor. 

She hums in response, finishing her wine and setting her glass down next to his. "Well, your wife is very stressed."

He smirks as he pulls off his shirt. "I can help with that."

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She lets out a sigh, relaxing in his arms. The heat of their bodies radiate onto each other as he runs his fingers through her hair. 

"We should get back," he reasons. 

She sighs. They really should. But she doesn't want to, she wants to freeze time and stay in this moment forever. Just the two of them, naked in bed in a hotel room, away from all the stress and pain being and Avenger brought. 

"Don't ruin the moment," she warns. He kisses her nose gently. She giggles. 

"Well, it can't always be like this forever." He says, holding her closer to his chest. 

She doesn't turn around to look at him like she always does, as tears fill her eyes. "I know. I was just hoping that we had more time."

He nods. "Me too."

"But we can't." She whispers. 

"No we can't." He agrees. 

She sighs, getting out of bed and dressing again. He watches her, taking in every inch of her beauty. She doesn't take her jacket from behind the door, but picks up his from the floor and puts in on. He smiles, getting out of bed and getting dressed himself. 

"It looks better on you," he remarks as he pours out two more glasses of wine. She grabs the glass and gulps it down in one go, her cheeks flushing red. 

"Gotta go Rogers." She remarks, half way out the door. 

He shakes his head, picks up her jacket and follows her out of the room, back into the lobby where she drops off her key card, picks up her car from the valet. They get into the car, and drie back to the base. 

No one asks her about the jacket. No one questions the fact that they got out of a car together. No one cares that they were away for hours. They know. But no one dares venture into the topic. 

That was the last night of bliss Natasha and Steve had. The last time they were ever together before it all went to shit. Before chaos hit. Chaos. That's what the civil war upon them was. 

A/N: me writing often le gasp what parallel universe are we in? anyways this is my rendition of how civil war went because romanogers definitely hooked up some time somewhere that's why little miss is jealous of sharon like no sharon slander in this house okays i love her and steve in the comics but the mcu did her zero justice and romanogers shippers always hate her but i love her as a character and not a love interest okays. the last paragraph was inspired by the book a civil war upon us. also natasha wearing steve's jacket is a super cute concept i absolutely love and like it's super me as well because i think mens jackets are so much more comfortable and natasha seems like the type of person to go cool and comfortable and it's a slay to wear mens jackets. okays vote comment my loves.