Romanogers// The Spy&The Solider

Chapter 3

STEVE POV//
Natasha quickly sits up screaming and grabbing at the sheets to her side. I wake up panicking and quickly wrap my arms around her trying to calm her down. Once she realizes it's me her breathing begins to steady. I feel her arms wrap around me holding onto me tight and her wet cheeks against my chest and I whisper "It was only a nightmare." She doesn't reply, she just sits there, crying into my arms. I lay her back down on the bed still keeping her close. As the time goes on I watch the sun appear painting the sky a beautiful pink and watch the stars and moon fade away. I wake up laying on my back with Natasha's head resting on my stomach. I lay there watching here head rise and fall as I inhale and exhale. Her fiery red hair falling perfectly onto her cheek. Her eyes slowly flicker open and I see those emerald green eyes that I fell in love with. Her tired eyes take a long look at me before she squeezes me a little harder than she already was. " Natasha?" She doesn't look up at me. "What was it about?" Neither of us speak for a long second. She finally breaks the silence, "You." A wave of shock and confusion go through my body. They've never been about me. They've always been about The Red Room or Russia. But never about me. Never.

NATASHA POV//
I head into the living room draping a blanket over my shoulders and dragging it along the floor. Rain drops beat against the large glass window and I look over the beautiful New York skyline. Steve walks out of the bedroom hair wet and messy. He walks up behind me and rests his chin on my shoulder while wrapping his arms around my waist. "We should go somewhere." He says in my ear. I turn around a bit confused. "It's raining." I say looking up at him as he leans in closer to me and my skin touches the cold glass behind me. "No..." He pauses. "Out of the city, far far away." I begin to shake my head slightly but he quickly puts his lips to mine before I can say anything. "We have 3 weeks off, and your not saying no." He says smirking as he pulls away from my lips. I smile back almost laughing at him trying to be all tough. "What ever you say Captain." I say walking past him and slapping his butt. He lets out a little squeal then a chuckle. I walk over into the kitchen to turn the coffee pot on. "So where are we going?" I ask putting coffee grounds into the pot. "Hmmm" He says thinking to himself fiddling with his hands. "Paris?" He asks looking up at me with his eyebrows raised. I let out a soft moan while pouring my coffee into a mug. He laughs "What's wrong with Paris?" He says jokingly. "It's cheesy and too romantic and...I don't know.." I say walking over to Steve sitting on the couch. "What's wrong with too romantic?" He asks in his slow sexy voice that makes my skin get goose bumps. I catch myself blushing and bow my head trying to hide it. "How about...uh" I say looking around the room, "Costa Rica?" He looks a bit confused "Why not." He says smiling back at me staring into my eyes.
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We board the plane and like usual Steve takes the bags and puts them in the over head compartment. I take the window seat and Steve takes the seat to my right. He quickly buckles his seat and firmly grabs the arms of the chair. He looks at me with a nervous smile then leans his head back against the seat and squeezes his eyes shut. The pilot's voice comes over the intercome and asks the passengers to buckle our seat belts and I do as instructed. The plane begins to speed up and as the wheels lift off from the ground I feel Steve's hand firmly holding onto my thing with his eyes still closed.  I've never seen him like this. Scared. But then I remember, the stories he told me when he went into the ice. And it all hits me, all at once. I reach down and grab his hand holding it tight.

STEVE POV//
Through out the hours I fall in and out of sleep trying to forget of where I am. I feel my eyes beginning to get heavy and suddenly am in a room with Natasha back at home. I look around confused and Natasha looks back at me from the couch. "Come see her." She says smiling. I furrow my eyebrows but relentlessly walk over to Natasha. She's sitting on the couch holding a small newborn baby. I gasp at the sight. "Na-?" She interrupts me, "Do you want to hold her?" She says looking up at me. Without thinking I take the baby from Natasha sitting down next to her. I can't help but smile as the little girl I'm holding giggles at me a bit. She has the same eyes as Natasha, emerald green that sometimes turn a little blue. She has a small fuzz of strawberry blonde hair on the top of her head. "She looks just like you." Natasha says in a soft voice trying not to speak too loudly for the baby. I look up surprised and confused. "She's.....ours?" I ask almost brought to tears. She gently places her hand on the baby's cheek and looks back up at me and softly says. "Yes." I wake up calmly still on the plane and I feel Natasha's head leaning against my shoulder. I smile at the dream then at the thought of a small baby girl in my arms from the one I love most. I feel a wave of guilt that comes over me. I know Natasha can't have children, I think to myself. And I can't ask for her to try again, it still hurts us both from last time we tried. I look down at Natasha and gently kiss the top of her head and drift back to sleep.