The Girl of my Dreams (romanogers)

Part 2

Steve

I entered my bedroom and sat on the bed, taking out my old diary from under the mattress. I opened it and stared at the sketch I made in 1940s, when I was just a dancer, entertaining in the army camp, I stared at those eyes, she looks exactly the same, except I thought she didn't exist and if did was just a sweet innocent weak soul. And at that time she really didn't exist. She was born alot later, and she is a sweet innocent soul, but not weak, she is strong, stronger then me too, emotionally at least. I'm a mess, I couldn't even react when I first saw her, couldn't believe my eyes that she was real, and I was disappointed, at first, because she looked different felt different, not like she was in my dreams, but then I joined shield and I got to know her closely , and when I had the chance, I was busy comparing her with my dreams, and my useless wait turned into a nightmare.

"Is that me? " she snatched the sketch from my hand, I was dumbfound, this can't be happening, I'm not ready for it, I won't ever be.

"It looks like me, only prettier, without the scars" she never even flinched when she mentioned her scars, "I think I would have looked like this if I had been raised by a family among loved ones, if I wasn't an assassin " her face showed sadness but she was still confident.

"You like it? " I asked, so stupid, what a lame question.

"Of course, only you can draw me like Rose of Titanic" she smiled, "but why did you? I never knew you sketch, and this looks so old, how old? " I stood up and took it back.

"A few days, it got dirty because of Sam's ignorant ways" I lied pathetically as usual but I knew that she won't ask me even if she catches my lie, which I'm certain she would.

"oh! Anyways, I want a copy of that, to live in the delusion that I'm capable of that"

"You are nothing else but this Nat, if only you could see yourself through my eyes" my voice was full of love for her, she looked at me with tender eyes.

"If only the world could too" she said, her face fell.

"Do you care about the world? " because I don't, she is the purest soul out there for me and I don't care what anyone else feels.

"No, its just that, even if I don't care, I have to live and function here so" she had tears in her eyes, "Anyways, I came here for favor, Tony is being very annoying and renovating my room, just because it had some destruction due to your and his silly fight before, and I don't want to share the room with Wanda, she is just a kid, I might be a very bad influence on her, so can I share the room with you? "

What?!!!! My heart sped up, she wants to share the room with me? Seriously?  Renovation would take at least a week, how could I ever refuse?

"I would sleep on a portable mattress just need a room for stuff " she finished.

"No" I shouted. Great going Rogers! Show her your desperation, go ahead.
"No, I mean you don't have to, you can share the bed with me if its fine with you, or I would.." I lowered my over excited tone.

"Okay fine, I'll get my stuff then" she was back to her cheerful self again.

I helped her get her stuff and after all the adjustments she lay down beside me, she wore the same red vest and cream color shorts, I was in my vest too, she moved close to me and the pulled the quilt over.

"This seems a bit awkward" she said staring at my face.

"Yes, it really does, I have never shared the bed with a girl before" I might be blushing.

"Well, I haven't either, not by choice atleast" she said with a small smirk.

She turned her face to the other side but moved close to me, her back touched my chest , I hugged her, my arm around her waist, my face dug into her neck .

"Let's give cuddling to sleep a try shall we? " she teased.

"Sure" I said softly.

"Goodnight Steve"

"Goodnight Nat" I kissed her shoulder and then we closed our eyes.

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Natasha

Steve was so possessive these days, he held me so protectively as we lay, I could feel his breath on my shoulder skin. I couldn't understand why was he suddenly changed, does this has anything to do with Bruce?, maybe, anyways that chapter was closed now, I don't deserve anyone it seems. Not even a monster.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, surprisingly it came earlier then expected.

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I woke up, the room was bright with sunlight, a bluish color, since his curtains are a deep blue. I was still in his arms, his face on my neck, I turned slowly to face him, aww, he slept like a child, so peaceful and pure. I placed a soft, gentle kiss on his cheek.

He opened his eyes, I smiled at him.

"Good morning" I told him.

"Good morning " he replied rubbing his eyes. He pulled me close and hugged me tightly. He definitely is being possessive, he dug his face in my neck and sighed.

"Steve? You okay? " I asked brushing his hair, "Is there something you want to tell me? " I wish he says it now, I'm certain there is something and why is he hiding it, is unknown.

"I.. Nat.. no" he was in thoughts. I moved back and took his face in my hands.

"Tell me Steve, what is it? I can sense something is off with you, but what? Is it about Tony? Or Bruce? Or Barnes? " I tried to focus on his expression.

"No, everything is fine, its just that, we almost died and, I can't afford to loose everyone and start over again" he said. Oh! Understandable, "And I'm glad you and Banner got over" gosh! he is so honest! 

"You deserve better Nat, I'm not saying Bruce is a bad guy but, you both are not meant to be " his eyes spoke something else but I couldn't read.

I smiled and got out of bed, "Get out and get going, or else everyone would assume we spend the whole night making out" I winked at him, he blushed. The thought though, it would be fun, I brushed the thoughts away and entered the shower.