True Love

Part 1: Divided We Fell

Natasha's POV:

Life has been different since Civil War ended. Things aren't the same anymore. The Avengers do not talk as much anymore, and I have missed that. Sitting on the couch in my house pondering why we have grown so apart is a daily occurrence. Steve had basically gone undercover, and I had no idea where he was or what he was thinking. We were supposedly still close friends, but we had hardly talked since Civil War. I hoped he still held firm to that belief, and I hoped we would be able to get together again. He was the only man I've ever been truly happy with. He was strong, he was humble, he was a leader, he was supportive, he was caring. Steven Grant Rogers was the man of my dreams. I prayed that the events in Civil War didn't make us grow distant, it just meant that we were both just busy.

Steve's POV:

Staring up at the ceiling in my bedroom in my apartment, I thought about Bucky. He was my friend, I sacrificed everything for him. And I will always believe that was the right decision no matter what my friends say. Without Bucky in my life, I had mainly kept to myself, laid low for a while. I just did not trust anyone anymore after the events. Then a thought crept into my mind. Natasha. I trusted her. Ever since that day when we were in Sam's house I had trusted her. She was the one person I needed to go to. I thought to myself how dumb I was for hardly contacting her all this time. She was the only woman for me. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I loved her charming green eyes, her perfect personality, and oh how I loved to watch her fight. Watching her kick ass made me sometimes just want to stand and stare at her perfect curvy body, and every time I had to shake myself out of it. Sharon was a nice person and all, but she just did not affect me the same way Natasha does. Man. I've been really selfish recently. I decided to call her phone, we needed to talk about this, and I needed to make it up somehow to her.

Natasha's POV:

As I got up off the couch to stretch, my phone rang. I picked it up off the couch and saw the caller ID, Steve. I wonder what he wants to talk about. I answered the call and said, "Hello Steve?"
I could hear the joy in his voice when he replied, "Natasha? It's so good to talk to you again!"
I smiled softly, glad he was excited. "Me too Steve! So what exactly did you call me about?"

Steve's POV:

Hearing her beautiful voice made me so happy, it was music to my ears. I could tell that she was happy I called, and that was a good sign. "Well, I wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being so distant and apart from you. I really do like you and I hope that it does not damage our relationship."
I heard a pause on the other end, Natasha was obviously thinking about my words. "I forgive you Steve. It's okay, we all had personal issues we had to deal with. Don't stress about it, this did not damage our relationship."
I nearly screamed YES! but luckily restrained myself. "Thank you Natasha. I appreciate you understanding that. You're the most understanding and caring person I've ever met. So, what about meeting up for lunch?"
She answered, "You're welcome Steve. That means a lot to me. And how about tomorrow at that new burger joint in New York City?"
My heart was beating with excitement as she said yes. "You've got yourself a deal. Sounds good."