Pieces

Chapter 1 - Fear

Steve Rogers packed the last few things into his duffle bag. He then looked around and sighted.
He loved it here... He loved the silence and the people... He loved Wakanda.
He took his bag and threw it over his shoulder.
But he needed to find her. His Hand slid into his jeans pocket and pulled out the drawing of her. He gave it a small smile and put it back. He couldn't explain what he felt for her. He didn't even know himself. He just knew that she was one of his best friends. It was easy with her. She reminded him of Peggy a bit.

He walked through the corridors and into the big 'throne' room. T'Challa smiled at him when he entered. "Where do you want to start?" Steve shrug his shoulders "Where you lost her I guess..." T'Challa nodded and walked with him to the Jets. Before Steve entered they stopped "There's always a place for you here..." T'Challa smiled "...and for Natasha too." Steve smiled back at him "thank you.". Before Steve could leave, T'Challa stopped him and held his hand up. In his hand laid Steves old phone. "Someone gave it to me... maybe she picks up..." T'Challa  said "they'll bring you to an apartment in Miami, you can stay there as long as you want to." "Or as long as I can..." T'Challa nodded, Steve took his phone and got into the Jet. He turned back around and smiled "Thank you." He said again and smiled.

It was a long flight to Miami and Steve did some research on the flight. But most of the time he had the cellphone in his hands and looked at her name on the screen. His thumb over the button to make the call. But he wanted to wait.
He wanted to wait until he was in the apartment by himself. He knew this call was a one shot option and he needed to do it by himself.

The Jet finally landed and he walked with one of the spys to the apartment. He thanked her and entered.
He looked around and put his bag on the bed.
It was a small bedroom with a bed and a drawer. The living room had a TV and a sofa. And the kitchen was connected to it. It was separated from the living room with an island.
He liked it. It was small but nice.

After he got a little comfy, he sat on the sofa and looked at the phone in his hand. He wasn't sure if he should call or not. He sighted and placed it back on the table.
His head hurt. What was holding him back from doing that call?!
Was it his fear she wouldn't pick up? What was he afraid of?
He put his head into his hands and rubbed his temples.

It was worth a try. He took the phone back into his hand and before he could think about it he pressed the button. He moved the phone to his ear and her the familiar beeping. Suddenly it was interrupted by a voice, he knew very well. "Hello?".