Right or Wrong? {complete}

And then...

Steve (POV)
I storm towards her I can see she is scared. After the information she just spilled she if vulnerable. Maybe she is scared of me...I don't know.

Yes I'm mad. I'm mad I couldn't see her through this lie. I'm mad she is so good at what she does. I'm mad I stupidly thought I pushed them to one another. I'm mad she didn't tell me. I'm mad that maybe I made it so she couldn't tell me. I'm mad I've wasted this time thinking she loved Bruce. So when I reach her I do the only thing I can think of to get all my anger out. I gently touch her right cheek, her skin cold under my fingers.
And then...

I kiss her. It isn't something I would ever dare do. Not even asking permission before I did. It wasn't me. But all that was going through my head once are lips met was that she tasted like strawberries. She was shocked. But then bit by bit she began to kiss me back. I put one hand behind her neck the other around her waist, forcing her to me. I felt her reach her arms around my neck and pull me closer.

Eventually, I break away only because I can't breathe. She seems to be panting too. We lay our foreheads against each other's. So our breath mingles. I catch my breath and ask
"what does this mean?"

She smiles a little, thank god.

"It means my life just got a whole lot more complicated." She retorts, not moving away.

I'm about to open my mouth. I'm about to tell her all the things I've been keeping inside. I'm about to tell her that I know we are in a dangerous business and it's dangerous to be together but that when I'm with her I don't care. I'm about to tell her how smart and gorgeous she is. But right as I open my mouth I am cut off by the voice machine.
"Director Fury would like captain Rogers to meet with him and discuss the new S.H.E.I.L.D agents. Please report immediately."

I curse my bad luck. I don't want to be the one to pull away but I do anyways.

"I better go." I say as I slowly come out of our embrace.
"Get out of here Rogers." She orders with that classic mischievous grin. Any other day it would have pleased me. But it didn't because behind that wall she has built so tall I can still see fear. She is strong but she is human. My brain forces me to walk out the room leaving the woman I... I don't know. What is Natasha to me? Do I love her?

***** Dear readers sorry this chapter is short. I ran out of ideas. Anyways leave comments for any criticism you have. Thanks for reading ! ❤️