Do You Dance? (Romanogers)

Airports and Admiration

Despite being the patriotic Captain America the nation knows, I crash the speed limits on the roads sometimes. Luckily, the traffic today is clear and there are no policemen patrolling. I'm going to be so late and if I miss my flight with Natasha, she'll murder me.

Around ten minutes, I'm already back in the Tower. I half-jog back to my room, cursing because I haven't packed my stuff up. When I return, I'm stunned to see my matte blue luggage laying on the ground. I don't remember taking it out before I left. I see Natasha had fallen asleep on my bed. She is dressed in a sleeveless dress in pastel pink. Her head lays on my white pillow.

She's so beautiful.

When I unzip my luggage, I'm shocked to see my clothes, daily items and weapons packed neatly. My most important shield and Captain America costume lie within. My blue eyes shift to Natasha, who remains sleeping, did she help me pack my things while I was away? I glance at the time that was shown on the digital wall clock, it's approaching six o' clock.

I search for what I have in my wardrobe. To my conclusion, I throw on a grey t-shirt with graphics printed on it and black jeans. My attire is at least comfortable and presentable. Now I have to wake Natasha up without annoying her, that's quite a hard task if you ask me.

"Nat.. we have to leave now.." I call her name.

"Mmm.. Oh, you're back." Natasha replies sleepily as she sits up, running her fingers through her soft red locks before getting off my bed. She tilts her head slightly to meet my gaze on her, still a stone hard expression. How I wish Natasha could smile more. "Did you manage to visit her?"

"Did you help me to pack up my things, Nat?" I ask Natasha an question directly after she asked me a totally different, unrelated one. She pauses a beat, her green eyes widening a bit with shock, but she continues smoothly.

"Does that even matter? Visiting hours start from seven and you came back this time, I guess the both of you had a chat." Natasha avoids my question and changes the topic with her slim arms crossed, she is completely unamused that I asked her another question when she asked me one.

"Yes to both questions. I'm sorry for returning late, too. C'mon, we have to go now. We're gonna miss our flight." I zip my luggage and I look at Natasha before wheeling my luggage to the door. Being the gentleman I am, I open and hold the door for Natasha. She runs out and thanks me with a smirk.

"If we arrive late, I'm blaming you, Rogers."

Natasha wheels out her luggage and her white Chanel handbag slung over her right shoulder from her bedroom.

I called for a cab earlier, and it should be already waiting for us outside now. I help Natasha with her luggage and we exit the Tower silently, I didn't leave a note or anything. I'll have incoming calls from the Avengers after they found out Natasha and I are not in the Tower.

Just what I expected, a yellow cab with flashing headlights awaits for our arrival outside the Tower. I place our luggages in the boot of the cab before letting Natasha to enter and sit on the left passenger seat. After her, I sit on her right and I close the door. We are greeted by the cab driver himself, he's a kindly looking elderly man.

"To the JFK International Airport please." I tell him and he nods, smiling. Without wasting time further, the cab driver drives Natasha and I to the airport. It's a maximum fifteen minute drive if we don't get stuck in jams. To both our relief, we reach the airport successfully in ten minutes. Natasha and I chatted about channels in YouTube in the car, she does her makeup while talking to me. Her makeup doesn't smudge or anything, I wonder how Natasha does that. Maybe, practice makes perfect.