𝓑𝓪𝓭 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 ❸

Chapter 6 - Fight This Feeling

Monday

Steve spent the weekend trying to clear his head but his thoughts kept drifting back to Natasha. He missed her. He missed the feeling of having her in his arms. He loathed how cold his bed now felt without her in it. How could this happen? No woman ever had this much power over him. But with Natasha, it was a different story. Every minute that Steve spent without her only made him go crazy. His desire for her wasn’t something he could easily shake off.

He wanted her back. And to do that, he already had two plans in mind. The first one, it was obviously for Steve to try and convince her to come back to him. If that plan didn’t work, then he would have no choice but to resort to the classic, juvenile ‘let’s-make-her-jealous’ strategy that Tony had suggested. Hell, he prayed he didn’t have to go that far to get her back.

When Monday finally rolled around, Steve came to the class early because if he had to sit around his apartment any longer, with memories of Natasha writhing and moaning in his bed and on his kitchen counter kept replaying in his mind, he would lose it.

Besides, he needed to come early because of the surprise that he had planned for her. Steve hoped his plan worked and Natasha would be willing to talk to him. Fingers crossed.

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“Come on, Nat!” Clint yelled as he ran through the hallway to their class, “Run a little faster!”

“I have shorter legs than you, you idiot!!” The redhead shouted back, “And we’re late because of you!”

They made it to their class with only one minute to spare. Everyone was already there and was now openly staring at them. Or staring at Natasha to be exact. She ignored the looks, including Steve’s, and grabbed Clint’s hand before leading him to their usual seats.

As Natasha got closer to her table, she found the reason why everyone was looking at her. A huge bouquet of red roses was sitting on the table and she already had an idea who they were from.

“Secret admirer?” Clint teased, but the look on his face told Natasha that her best friend also knew who had placed the flowers on her table.

“Shut up.”

She looked up into Steve’s intense blue eyes from across the room, a hopeful look evident on his handsome face. Natasha felt bad she would have to crush his hope to get her message across. It was for the best. They couldn’t get involved ever again. She took the bouquet and put in on the floor, as if she couldn’t be bothered by it. Steve actually cringed at that but he quickly recovered and turned his attention back to his computer.

Natasha then noticed a small note on the bouquet. It read ‘Please reconsider your decision’. There was nothing to consider, Steve! Why was he doing this? If he couldn’t see that what they had done was a mistake and refused to let it go, then she would have to do it for both of them. She was already feeling guilty about falling into bed with him and she didn’t need Steve making her feel even guiltier by following her around. He deserved someone of his own age and maturity.

As was expected, Natasha didn’t learn anything from the class. She was avoiding Steve’s gaze the whole time. She couldn’t look at him without remembering their passionate night together.

Soon the class ended and everyone quickly grabbed their things and left. Natasha and Clint were among the few last ones behind. Steve was preparing to approach Natasha and talk to her, but she swiftly walked to the door, bouquet of roses in her hand and determination in her green eyes, and threw the flowers into the trashcan near the door. She then walked out of the classroom, not missing the hurtful look on Steve’s face.