Right or Wrong? {complete}

Unexpected

         Steve(POV)
I've been out of the hospital for a day now. They kept me there for a couple of weeks for the surgeries. Turns out getting shot above the heart is not very fun. It comes with a lot of pain and medication.

When Natasha comes home(We moved into a well hidden apartment after civil war) she tells me director Fury invited us to some event. "Won't it be risky? I mean we are still kind of criminals." I raise a judging eyebrow at her.

"That's what I said but he told me he has secured our files and that it would be good for us to get out a little." She laughs as she says it. "Yeah well it's kind of hard to do that when a lot of people want us dead." I commented.

Ever since the war we have still been working on missions assigned straight form Fury. As we speak he is working on making us not criminals. Most of the time we are allowed to show our faces at SHIELD headquarters. I've been working until my accident. "What time?" I ask Natasha. "7:00 tomorrow night. It's just SHIELD agents. Kind of a celebration for you." She hints, walking to the kitchen where she starts pulling ingredients out of cabinets. "A celebration? For what?" I question, leaning against the counter. "For not dying." She grins mischievously at me.

I wrap my arms around her waist from behind her. And rest my head on her neck. "I guess we can go. Besides maybe it would be nice to get out a little."

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The next night Natasha tells me to start getting ready. She grabs a dress and her curling iron and runs to the bathroom. When she comes out   I'm too shocked by the sight of her to tell her how gorgeous she looks.

*** just picture her in that dress but with her red curly hair.****

"You going to say something Rogers or just keep staring?" She teases me. I force myself to speak. "You look incredible." This gets the slightest blush out of her. "Yeah you're alright too." She smiles and looks me up and down.

When we arrive at SHIELD headquarters the place is packed with agents. "I'm going to go try and act like a decent work colleague and talk to people." Natasha chortles, sighing exasperatedly as she rolls her eyes. Before she leaves I grab her arm and pull her in for a kiss. Before I know what I'm doing I deepen the kiss, wrapping my arms tightly around her.

"Woah settle down tiger. We can save that for later." She laughs and walks away to greet people. I notice a lot of agents staring in shock at me and I feel myself blush. I go and grab a seat at the nearby bar. I can't help myself but to keep my eyes trained on Natasha and I notice, as usual most of the men in the room can't stop themselves either. It makes me a little angry. I'm interrupted of my thoughts by a hand on my arm. I turn my head and come to face with Sharon. "Hi Steve." She smiles and sits on the stool next to me. "Hi Sharon." I give her a polite head nod. "How are you? I know you've been through a lot. But you look great... as always.

"Thanks. I'm doing just fine. Besides I've got some pretty great people looking over me." My eyes travel back to Natasha who is leaning against the piano on the far side of the room talking to some woman. Sharon follows my gaze. "She's beautiful. You guys deserve each other." I turn back to face Sharon.

I'm glad she is approving of us. Not that I need her approval but she is Peggy's niece and I want her to be happy. "Thank you Sharon." I give her a sincere smile. "Don't mention it. Alright I hate to leave but I've got to try find at least one person to dance with tonight." She jokes and gives my shoulder a light squeeze before walking off. Once again my gaze lingers to across the room. Natasha meets my eye and gives me a flirtatious wink. I smile to myself.

"Would you like a drink?" The bartender interrupts. "No thanks I'm good." He gives me a questioning look. "You sure?" My stomach turns, Something seems wrong with the man. He gives me a bad feeling. "Yeah... it won't do any good." I fake a smile trying to push away the worried feeling that has settled over me.

"Knowing what's about to happen, I suggest you at least try." He says it as a warning. I start to get up. I immediately start going to Natasha. I want to but there is no time. "What's going-" My question is answered when something explodes on the opposite side of the room. I'm not that close but I'm still thrown into the bar counter.

I gasp for air. Not being able to breath partly because of the flame and smoke and partly because of my injures. I moan out in pain. I start pushing myself up when another explosion goes off. On the other side of the room now. I'm thrown back down but not before I see chunks of piano flying. I black out for a few seconds. I feel someone grabbing me. Agent Coulson. "Hey Rogers. Stay calm we are getting out of here." He orders as he flings my arm across his back. He helps me stand and starts walking out the room.

I can't think straight. Everything is foggy. We make it just outside of the now rubble room before my mind starts working again. I shoulder my way out of Coulson's grasp. "Captain we have to get you out of here." He looks at me concerned and reaches for me again. "No." My mind goes back to Natasha. An image flickers in my brain of her leaning against the piano, and then the piano chunks flying.

"Not without her." I pull away and stumble back in the rubble. "Rogers you can't do that." Coulson starts walking toward me. But I shove him away. "I have to." Despite what I thought he doesn't try and stop me. Instead I hear him call for help. Pain shoots throughout my body as I search through piles of waste. I'm on the side of the destroyed room that I believe Natasha was on.

I find tons of small piano pieces. None of which matters to me. The dust and fire is making it hard for me to see, it burning my eyes. But it's not hard to catch sight of her fiery red hair. I shove away the debris that is around and on her. "Natasha. Can you hear me?" I am relieved when she lets out a slight moan. I quickly gather her in my arms as she whimpers out "I guess we should've stayed home."

She even manages a smile for me. I carry her through the smoke. It was hard enough to walk before but me carrying her is making it even harder. It's as if she reads my mind because she speaks slowly in my ear "I can walk from here Rogers." I look at her, unsure, not wanting  her out of my reach.
"Are you sure?"
She coughs a little but tells me she is sure. She slides her arm around my neck as I slide mine around her waist. Together we somehow find our way out. By the time we do we are both throwing a coughing fit. The smoke burning my, and probably hers, throat.

Coulson is still waiting for us and looks relieved when we come out of the smoke. "We gotta go." He shouts as he makes a few agents help us into an ambulance. The last thing I see are Natasha's emerald green eyes which used to match her dress. But that was before she got covered in rubble and dust. And then I black out again.