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the 1940s

Steve Rogers sits at the bar, turning his head around when his pair of blue eyes meet a pair of green ones, striking him not only because of how beautiful it was, but also of the way it sparkled and if you looked at it close enough there were little gold flecks. "Ma'am" He politely addresses the redhead in front of him. 

"Hi." She smirks at him, sliding herself into the barstool next to his, holding out her empty shot glass in front of her. The bartender pours her another cup of clear liquid, Vodka, he can only assume. 

"Captain Rogers," he says, holding out a hand with a small smile. He was in uniform, his rank clear on it, his last name on a badge pinned on his breast pocket, yet he felt the need to pull rank everytime he introduced himself to a beautiful woman, he told himself it was 

She keeps her smirk, lighting a cigarette, offering him one, he shakes his head in response. After putting the thing in her mouth, she gives him a teasing, "I know."

"You know?" He quips back.

"Who doesn't. The infamous Captain America, the super soldier who sells war bonds." She recites, as if from some propaganda poster, in fact it was, because across town posters were plastered with His face on them, in his tight red white blue suit covered in stars. So much for patriotism. 

"Right, I do have quite the reputation." He admits embarrassed, face flushing red. 

"That you do indeed," She leans closer to him, the smoke from her cigarette flooding his lungs, he coughs. He feels like he's still that skinny kid with asthma, this shit is strong, and the fact that she could tolerate it probably meant she was too. "Care to buy a girl a drink?" She teases as he pulls out a few bills and puts it on the bar. 

" I don't even know your name," he remarks as she orders her drink, martini, dry, with two olives. 

"You don't need to know my name to buy me a drink." She smiles, still smoking the cigarette. He nods. She smirks for a moment before holding out her hand, "Romanoff, Natasha Romanoff."

Instead of shaking it like any normal person would, he plants a kiss on her hand, to which she giggles, "pleasure to meet you Ms. Romanoff."

"Pleasure's all mine," she smirks as she gulps down the drink, standing up to leave. "Now if you excuse me, I have an early day tomorrow, I think i will be turning in for the night. And thank you for the drink."

"Any time..." he says but his voice trails off when he notices that she is already gone. 

Her face lingers in his mind for the rest of the day, the rest of the week, it would haunt him for the rest of his life. someone so beautiful yet so witty, so charming, so intelligent, so, her... 

when he walks into work the work briefing the next day, he sees a redhead across the room, her back is turned too him, but it can't be- He lets the thought linger in his head as he goes about his day, not seeing the same redhead until later that evening as he is about to require to his quarters. He bumps into her outside his bunk. Looking up, he meets the familiar pair of green eyes. 

"It's you!" He exclaims, collecting himself. 

She picks up the files that clattered to the floor, bracing herself. "Yes, Hello Mr. Rogers."

"Captain." He mumbles. "What brings you here?" Seriously, he couldn't get his mind around how she was here, in front of him, in the army base, where they were fighting a war. 

She smirks, holding out her hand again, "I'm afraid I left out a few details yesterday. Agent Romanoff of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"SHIELD?" He asks, confused.

"Not shield, S.H.I.E.L.D. Strategic Homeland Intervention and Enforcement Logistics Division." She explains, "I organise missions on this war. And all organised missions go through me for a seal of approval."

"Oh," he mutters, the only sound to come out of his mouth. He's surprised, bewildered, impressed, "Wow." He pauses for a moment, "Can I buy you a drink?"

She looks at him confused, "Didn't you just buy me one yesterday?"

He nods, "Yes.. But that was before I knew we would be working closely together. And you kept something from me. I want to know what else you're hiding."

"Oh Rogers, a woman has to keep her secrets," She teases, smirking as she holds the files closer to her chest. His face falters, she smirks. "Yes."

His face lights up. "I know where you are, I'll find you." He says as he enters his bunk, the redhead still on his mind, now more so than ever. 

She shakes her head, walking down the corridor, a small smile creeping onto her face. 

As they continue to work with one another, the stolen glances last a little longer, the small smiles linger a little longer, they stand a little closer, their fingers brush a little more, the chance encounters become purposeful, the lingering stares grow into longing stares. 

When they bump into one another outside of his bunk again, it isn't just a chance encounter, there's a mission, and they end up in his room, tangled in bedsheets, covered in sweat, intertwined with one another as they find a sweet release in one another, holding onto one another for their dear lives, as if the world would just pass them by and the war raging on outside would just end. 

She stops flirting with every other soldier, turning her gaze to him and only him, he stops buying every girl drinks, buying Vodka for her and only her. Their bodies are reserved for only the other party, lips only for the other to kiss, hands only for the other to hold, eyes only for the other to meet. 

And he lets it slip one night when they're laying together in his bead, naked and sweaty from the day's activities. "I love you."

She pauses for a second, smirking as she responds wittily, "I know."

"You know?" He asks, holding her close. 

It's like their first encounter all over again. She grabs the bottle of Vodka from his bedside table, taking a swig. "Yeah, I know."

"Marry me." He proposes. She smiles, nods, hugs him, kisses him and in seconds she's all over him again. 

A/N: shut up i havent posted in two months le gasp are we surprised. also yes i have a thing with my war heroes getting eloped. also this is such an anidala thing just saying. i miss romanogers sm like i was rewatching cacw the other day and the little glances they steal at one another hello just get together already urgh anyways- stan crying at 2am to your fav ships what a slay. vote comment share and lmk your thoughts and idk when im gonna post next so lets appreciate this for now aahghgshav.