Memories - Romanogers Fanfic

Dealing with Reality

The moment Natasha stepped into her apartment after all these days that she was at Steve's home, she felt how empty her life was. But in fact, her life has always been this way and it's always been good this way, from what she can remember, but something seems wrong this time.

Natasha stood in the same place, staring at Nothing for almost five minutes. She closed the door and dropped her bag on the floor. Natasha went to the refrigerator, searching some alcohol to drink, and it had only milk, juice, and water in there.

Natasha rolled her eyes, remembering that when she did the shopping she only thought about feeding the children. Just as Natasha was about to close the refrigerator, she felt something slip over her foot. Natasha looked down and saw the intruder cat again. Natasha wanted to kick him, but she wasn't going to hurt the cat that Sarah likes so much.

N: I don't want you here! Why don't you understand that? Go away! Go!

Natasha pointed to the window and noticed that it was closed.

N: But how did you get in here this time? Shit!

The kitten sat down and listened to Natasha complain about his presence, he let out a small meow at the end of Natasha's speech, which made her snort and roll her eyes.

N: You hungry, huh... That's sour problem. I'm not going to buy you some food.

Natasha switched on the TV in the living room, she sat down on the couch, and the cat followed her.

Natasha raised her eyebrow at the cat.

N: Great, I have a shadow now.

Natasha leaned back on the couch and changed the channels trying to find something she liked. She didn't find anything, she ended up watching a UFC fight and fell asleep half an hour later.

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S: Sarah, it's time for bed.

Sarah: My bottle.

S: Go to the bed that I already take there for you.

Sarah got off the couch and went into the bedroom. She changed into her nightgown and laid on the bed. When Steve arrived in the room ten minutes later with the bottle, Sarah was already asleep. Steve covered her and turned off the bedroom light.

Steve looked at the door of James's room and approached.

S: James?

Steve didn't hear TV noise or James.

S: James are you awake? Son, you need to eat, please. James?

Steve knocked on the door lightly and he spoke as calmly as possible, but James wasn't responding.

Steve went into the kitchen, picked up some cookies and a glass of milk. Steve returned to the door of James's room and left the plate of cookies and milk on the floor near the door.

S: I'll leave a snack here if you feel hungry, okay?

Steve sighed in silence and went to his bedroom.

Steve left the door a little bit open and watched the hallway. Five minutes later, James opened the door and pulled the plate of cookies and the glass of milk into his room and closed the door.

Steve gave a small smile of satisfaction and went to bed, but it cost a lot for him to sleep, he was thinking about all the events of the past days and how the children are going to be without their nanny, how he was going to be without Natasha, how the Avengers will be without him.