It's love

Part 9

Natasha's POV

I woke up, feeling my empty stomach growl. Steve was laying close to me. His arms still around me, tight. I was afraid to move, knowing he might wake up. Instead I turned to his chest and buried my face in this shirt. I could hear his heart beat slow. My face felt hard, tight. The tears had stopped coming hours ago but the pain didn't. I felt so weak. Steve knew it. He had seen it. I felt embarrassed even though I knew he didn't mind. He cared. I took a deep breathe, breathing in his smell, before I quietly slipped out of his arms as carefully as I could. He moved a little but didn't wake up. I went down to the kitchen, noticing the bowl with soup on the kitchen table. I chuckled at the fact that he had just simply made himself some soup and eating it while reading an old newspaper. Any other person would probably just put on the TV. I opened the refrigerator, knowing that it would be empty. I changed clothes in the bathroom downstairs and put Steve's shirt at the chair in the hallway while I put on my jacket. I took the car keys and went out to the car. Steve would probably not wake up for a few hours and I know we need something to eat. I started driving to the closest store in the area to get us some groceries.

Steve's POV

I opened my eyes realising Nat wasn't by my side. She's probably fine. She can take care of herself. Still, I couldn't help but to go up to look after her. My feet was heavy against the floor, my sleepiness catching up with me. She wasn't in the bathroom so I went downstairs looking for her in the kitchen. She wasn't there either. I searched in all rooms until I realised her jacket was gone. My shirt was laying on a chair near the door, folded a little messy. I opened the front door in a rush, noticing that the car was gone. I'm screwed. But she'll come back, I hope. She might just leave me here in the middle of nowhere. No she wouldn't. No, I trust her. I really do. I'm more worried. It's almost 3am and I don't like her being out by herself. It's not like she couldn't defend herself, I just don't like the idea of her alone outside at night. Anything could happen. I tried calling her cell, with no luck. I sat down outside on the front porch, hoping to see the car return. It didn't. It was very chilly outside but I didn't want to go inside. I was too worried to do anything but wait. Three hours passed by before I heard the sound of a car. A car with Nat in the front seat looking surprised to see me waiting. She went out of the car with a bag in each hand. I stood up, waiting for her.
"Where the hell have you been? You can't just leave like that!" I said worried and a little annoyed.
"Language." She said, giving me a huge smirk. It was hard not to laugh.
"I just went for some food. Relax." She continued.
"You were gone for like 3 hours!?"
"Well, it's hard to find a grocery store in this area that is open at this time at night. And I also went for these.." She said pulling out a few guns from one of the bags.
"You brought guns? Why?"
"I thought we might need to protect ourselves when we confront Fury. I have a plan." She said.
"And I'd like to tell you all about it over some mac and cheese." She continued putting a hand over her stomach. "I haven't eaten in a while."
I looked at her, finding every piece of her adorable. I helped her with the bags and we went inside to the kitchen.

Natasha's POV

"I wouldn't call that a plan.." Steve said with a smirk.
"Well, it's not the best organised one but it's still a plan." I answered.
"So your saying that we should just go there and ask him?" He said while putting some mac and cheese on my plate.
"You got a better plan?" I asked, knowing he didn't.
"Well, no."
"Didn't think so." I said, giving him a half smile. I focused on my mac and cheese, realising I was hungry as a wolf. It took me a while to realise that I had a pair of blue eyes staring at my face. I looked up to face them.
"What?" I said.
"Nothing." He said with a slightly fake smile.
"Just tell me Rogers. We both you'll tell me soon anyway."
"Well, you should just know that I'm not giving up. And I don't know why you keep pushing me away but I'm here for you. Because I really like everything about you Nat and I'm sorry but I can't just keep hiding it. I can't keep pretending that there's nothing between us. I know you feel it too." He stood up and walked away from the table, his hand in his hair. His back tense and straight. I didn't know what to do so I did what I wanted to. I walked after him. He turned around and I got closer to him. Putting my hand on his cheek and pressing his lips to mine. Gently but with passion. When the kiss was over, we stood still, close to each other.
"I don't think this is a good idea." He said with a chuckle.
"Shut up you idiot." I said, kissing him again. And again. And again. His hands moved down my back then up in my hair. I pressed myself harder on him and kissed him harder. I didn't want this moment to go away. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care about my past or about the future. All I cared about was having him close. To feel his skin against mine. His lips pressed onto mine. He made me forget my problems, my past. He made me better. He made me happy. I just couldn't let him go. I kept kissing him while leading the way into the bedroom.