Sad Beautiful Tragic (Romanogers)

Sad Beautiful Tragic

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Esp. for sunnie91. I hope this is good enough to feed your romanogers fantasy, dearie. ☺ Merry Christmas!

*start* (Avengers headquarters, Upstate 
New York)

Natasha could not quite point out as to why it pains her to see him this way. Maybe she had grown too attached to him these past few months spending time together training the new ones; not to mention those countless of times they have been assigned as partners on missions. She must admit, the both of them have developed a different and rare kind of friendship, one that is loyal enough to be called true and pure.

Nat has been restless since she got home from an exhausting mission about an illegal drug distributions in the Philippines three days ago and she came home to this.

She has been wanting to talk and confront him about the matter but never gets the chance. She is also well aware that even though Steve might seem to be the guy who has the intellect to rightly handle happenings, good or bad, he is still in need of someone... maybe a friend; that no matter how peculiar heroes may look from normal people, they too have to fulfill their social needs like anyone else.

They just got home from the funeral and Nat thinks that this should probably be the right time. Natasha felt the urgency of approaching him in the couch from where he is sitting with his hands holding something that resembles a compass. Maybe she could comfort him or something. It's not easy to lose someone, most especially if that someone occupies almost the whole portion of your heart, yet that 'almost the whole' is still debatable with 'all'. Natasha knows that. She has been in that position a long time ago that thinking about it now seemed only but a dream or a past incarnation away. That's what she wants to think although it has not been over a decade ago.

She thinks Steve may not want anybody to get into his way right now but she did anyway, being her typical intruder self. She walks the steps towards his direction and stops right in front of him. She looks down, now she has a better view of what is in the compass that he keeps on staring at with total sadness. Like it is a crossword puzzle on Hydra's whereabouts but can't seem to figure out the answer. Taking it all in. 

Natasha peers through it. It holds a black and white image of a girl, a beautiful girl in curly brown locks in her mid-twenties. Judging by the picture's old age, she can make out who it is... was rather. That girl must be Peggy. Of course, who else would she possibly be? It will appear strange for the remarkable Captain America to keep a photograph of some random girl he spent a night with; does he even do that considering how big of a goody dork he is? Natasha's train of thought is driving deeper and deeper within her mind every passing second.

"Hey, I'm sorry." She finally managed to say and Steve looks up giving his stern expression that changes into a sad smile when he noticed the sincerity in her eyes.

"Shouldn't you be saying that the moment I woke up from that icy hell that imprisoned me for almost seventy years?" He says with a hint of sarcasm in his tone looking straight into her eyes that read i-know-this-is-coming-i'm-okay. Good that he can still joke despite this and man, those eyes are attractive, Nat thought. She was totally dumbfounded. She does not expect she would miss those pair of sparkling galaxies this much.

"That was the real day I lost her." He added briefly, almost breathlessly, melancholy overwhelming his tone.

"I heard she truly was a brave and respected woman back in the ole days." Natasha gives him a reassuring smile and that made the corner of his mouth quirk upwards too, wider this time.