Romanrogers With a Twist

-Chapter Eight-

"There . . . that should do it."  I say to Bucky.  I turn to look at him, trying to see what he is thinking.

"If you want I can stay here and watch her, Steve."   Bucky offers.  He turns to look at me. 

"Yea . . . I think that will work just fine."  I start to yawn.

"You know what Steve . . . I think you should get some rest.  Good night!"  Bucky smiles.

"Night Barnes!"  I wave him off, and exit Natasha's room.

I walk off into my room.  I dart into m closet and grab my T - shirt with little iron man helmet on the pocket.  I quickly change into my pj's and jump into my bed.  I pull the covers up and over me, wrapping all the warmth around me.  

When I go to sleep that night, I keep thinking about Nat.  Her beautiful face stays wrapped up inside of me.  I keep hoping to myself, that she is okay.  

That night I also dream about if I kissed her.  It would just happen.  I would love think of her in a romantic way.  And if we could ever date or even be together, but to me it's all a dream.  I can never think of it as actually being together though.  It would amaze me though if it did actually happen.

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The next morning, the sun creaks through the blinds.  I squint as I open my eyes and prop myself up.  I wake up and stretch to bring myself into focus.  Last night feels unreal.  

I get up and  look for some other clothes to wear.  I quickly shower and dress into my clothes.  I exit my room and make my over to outside, where I find Sam waiting, to do our daily morning run.  

"That took long enough."  Sam glares at me.  He is looking down at his watch.  

"Only five minutes later Sam.  Jeez. "  I roll my eyes at him.

"Well your still late though."  Sam grimaces.  

"Shall I take the lead?"   I gesture my hand out to Sam.  He shakes his head laughing then takes my hand and we start skipping down the sidewalk, to our destination.  

Afterwards, Sam throws me a few worried looks, which makes me even more worried than him.  He doesn't have his usual toothy smile or grin with him.

"Are you okay Steve?  You only passed me thirty five times today!"  Sam says.  

"It's just five less than my usual forty laps Sam.  Who knows maybe with the amount of time I actually spent in the ice, means my aging is finally catching up to me."  I chuckle at him.

Sam doesn't seem very fond of my answer, and takes it as a bad sign.  "No . . . Steve . . . What's really wrong?"  Sam stares at me cautiously.  

I give in.  He got me this time.  "Okay . . . . . . Fine you caught me there.  But please don't tell anyone else.  Really Sam I mean it.  I- I really miss Nat okay?"  I look up sadly at Sam.

Sam pauses for a little bit.  " Oh Steve!  .  .  . Your in love!  You know that right?!"  Sam sighs.  They sound like he's daydreaming about something.  Like he's on Cloud 9 almost.  

I refuse to answer him.  I roll my eyes at him, while giving him a grimacing look and run back off to the compound.  

"STEVE!  YOU KNOW I DIDN'T ACTUALLY MEAN IT LIKE THAT!"  Sam yells after me, but I try to ignore him.