Feelings evolve

Moving on

Hey guys. I'm back. Or at least I'm trying!!
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(Nat POV)

We sit at the island eating our reheated pancakes with more butterscotch and cream and I look across the table to see Steve's plate already empty with him staring at my plate.

'You can have mine if you want - I'm full' he looks at me confused because I haven't really touched my plate.

'You haven't touched them yet and after 3 rounds I thought I would of atleast worked you up an appetite' he says with a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

'I said you can have mine Steve. I'm not hungry hon-'

'Tasha don't just skip over this. Why aren't you eating?' He looks at me pointedly.

'I'm just struggling with keeping things down at the minute. Bruce says it's probably because I'm still adjusting and the poison has damaged my stomach lining. Don't worry it won't take long to heal' I smile reassuringly.

He sighs dejectedly 'I think I need to talk to Bruce and go through everything so I don't keep upsetting you by asking you questions because I don't know the answer'

'Your not upsetting me Steve I'm just worried about the pain I'm putting you through when I've already put you through so much' my heart clenches in my chest and I feel the twinge of guilt.

'Natasha Romanoff you are not upsetting me. You have been through hell and back just to still be with me. Now stop worrying and talk to me. It's time we moved on and just look to the future instead of obsessing over the last few months. Apart from when you actually died they were the most amazing months of my life!' He stands and chucks his plate in the sink and I flinch ever so slightly 'Steve - what's really going on? You never get this hot headed'

'I'm just worried that I'll lose you again or you don't feel the same. I'm worried that everything that happened in the last months was rushed and we missed out on enjoying them because you were secretly dying. And most of all I'm lost because I don't have a f***ing clue what's gone on or what is going on right now'

I'm standing before his slumped body that's leaning on the sink 'Steve if you felt like this you could have told me. I want to be together always and we can't truly be together if I don't know how you feel. Let's try answering these questions okay?'

'Okay' he looks up and I stretch my arm out to lead him to the sofa. We sit there tangled together reassuring each other that we are still here.

'First of all, you will never lose me again because I have died and come back to life just to tell you I god damn love you a couple more times and that has never changed. Second of all these last few months have been some of the best of my life even if they were rushed. And if that's what your worried about we can re do the important things again and take as long as we like. It's not as if we don't have any time. I love you Steven Grant Rogers and we will figure this out. Together. Forever and always'

'I love you too Nat. Always have and forever will' he smiles and embraces me in a warm hug. I feel like I could stay like this forever so when he pulls away I grip him tighter and whisper 'not yet. Just a bit longer'

He chuckles 'anything for you my little spider'
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(Same POV)

I wake to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore and realise I fell asleep in steves arms. When I stretch I realise he isn't with me anymore and I instantly panic 'Steve!'

'In here nat. I'm just tidying up before we go' he steps back into the room with a tea towel thrown over his shoulder.

'Go where?' I look at him, confused.

'Home Nat. It's time we went home' I smile. Home sounds perfect to me.