Do You Dance? (Romanogers)

Father's Day

"Steve, you said you'd come back and dance with me."

My blue eyes widen, because that alluring female voice stuns me. I recognize it immediately, and of course, that voice can never be erased from my mind; my memories. I inhale in a deep breath before looking up to meet a pair of hazel eyes, filled with hurt, sadness and despair. Flowing, medium locks in auburn droop on the woman's shoulders neatly, her signature crimson lips form into a frown. She looks clearly disappointed.

"Peggy...I-" It's ever the first time I lost my words, leaving me speechless in front of someone. Someone who matters and is important to me. Peggy. I failed her, I danced with Natasha but not her.

"You disappoint me, Steve. I was wrong all along, I thought you could be trusted and relied." Peggy cuts off my words and her voice cracks, her hazel eyes are glassy. She slowly fades away, and I see tears.

"PEGGY!!"

I shout, and my eyes pop open unknowingly. The darkness surrounds me in my room and I'm sitting on my bed. I wake up from the dream I dreamt with Peggy in it. She was devastated of my betrayal. I let out a long sigh, I kissed Natasha yesterday. But I told her I wouldn't or let her go beyond the line. Boundaries.

Another sleepless night with Peggy upset at me, I decide to go to the gym to clear my mind, and train. I throw on a white shirt and long pants before heading downstairs. The doors to the gym are secured and it requires a passcode. I punch the four digit numbers with my fingers and I'm granted access to enter. The lights turn on automatically.

It's only yesterday since I came here, everything is arranged neatly like usual. I see the punching bags that are laid on the ground like wooden logs, and there's already one hanging in mid air with the support of a metal chain above. The sleepiness within me is all gone.

I do some warm ups, then I wrap both of my hands with some cloth before I proceed to throw a heavy punch on the punching bag. It swings due to the force I applied on it. I inhale, every punch I try to forget the things I have in my mind. The flashbacks replay like a film. Seventy years trapped in the ice, unconscious but alive; the death of my comrades; the disappearance of Bucky, my best friend that deserves much more credit when his picture and wax figure is displayed in the museum; the Nazi; my first love, Peggy; Natasha... they're all calling out to me at the same time.

"AHH!!!" I yell in frustration. The last punch sends the punching bag flying across the floor with a loud 'thud', echoing the room. The metal chain has broke. I take in another deep breath of air, beads of sweat trickle down on my face.

It's no use. Peggy and Natasha concern me more now. I love them both- but I've already set up boundaries between Natasha and I. I'm far too ashamed to face Peggy, she's currently in the hospital and I've visited her yesterday, before I saw Natasha. With a tightened jaw, I exit the gym with heavy feet. My next stop is the balcony.

The small silhouette of a figure sitting cross legged catches my eye. Its back is facing me from where I stand. When I walk closer towards the balcony, the figure is a female. I push the sliding glass doors open and suddenly I see the mouth of a pistol pointing towards me.

"What in the world, Romanoff?" I ask the figure- which appears to be a woman, accusingly. I recognize the woman's appearance, fiery red hair, piercing green eyes and voluptuous lips. Natasha sees me with slightly widen eyes and lowers her pistol slowly, her eyes return to neutrality.

"Sorry, just Red Room things." The redhead sounds like the intimacy never happened at all yesterday. Her tone is as neutral as her gaze, too. But when she mentioned 'Red Room', she sounded like she choked those words out from her mouth like poison. "What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night, Rogers?"