𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 - 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴. ✔︎

His Story

A/N: sad one-shot coming @ you!! i really hate myself for doing this but oh well, enjoy!

ps this is loosely based off the song who lives, who dies, who tells your story from the hamilton soundtrack. bc, i am hamiltrash af

pps, that fan art above makes my heart flutter so much 💓💞💖❣️💘💝💟

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Remarkable as he was, the Captain would forever be remembered as America's greatest Super Soldier and a legendary hero.

Steve Rogers had always had a mindset, that he would live his to his fullest, protecting all those he loved. A promise he had proposed to himself since his parents died, he fulfilled. And he promised to himself that when would soon become oblivion, he would be remembered as the man who died protecting those of whom he held close to himself.

Raindrops pattered down against the glass window, as the rain from the heavens continued to pour heavier and heavier, as if God himself was mourning for the loss of America's legendary icon.

It was a shock. Nobody would've ever known in their own right mind that a symbolic hero like Captain America would pass so quickly. Not even his mighty team of the former Avengers.

After the battle with Thanos, the Captain has resided to a little apartment, on the west coast of the country. Although he loved home, he needed a place to lay low for a while. He kept in touch with his former Avengers, and one in particular, his partner-in-crime, his ride or die, Natasha Romanoff.

The two were quick to fall in love, after realizing that fate kept bringing them together, and they stayed with one another, until the day Steve died.

Natasha remembers the day she received the news that her lover was ambushed in an alleyway.

Steve Rogers, a man who can dodge bullets quicker than you could imagine, was ambushed by a couple of street gang members. And that was the last they heard of him.

Wearing no protection whatsoever, he suffered an aortic disease, with heavy external bleeding. Tried as they could, the Captain couldn't be revived back to life. And that was when Natasha knew, she had lost everything and more.

The funeral service for Steve was quite short. For the Widow, the whole ceremony and burial became a blur of memory. She didn't want to remember the pain she went through during the first hours, days, weeks, then later, months, after Steve died. She had everything in her life taken away from her and the best thing that ever happened in her life, gone as quick as a wink.

Natasha never felt love with anyone, until she met Steve. He made her felt like a child, like a hopeless romantic who could love to the fullest. And she would be ever so grateful.

But during a special private eulogy that the Avengers and all of Steve's personal affiliations had prepared, the former Russian assassin poured her heart and soul out, talking about the life the Captain lived.

She talked about their first meeting, her first impressions of him. She talked about their budding friendship and how they would always end up together in what ever situation happened. And in the end, she talked about how she came to fall in love with him.

"He taught me how to love." And she looked up to the sky, as if Steve were to hear her very words.

Years passed. Seasons changed. And the Black Widow, older, matured, resided in a little suburban house in Brooklyn, New York, with a child of her own. A child which so happened to be Steve's, which she didn't find out about until she started to see her stomach balloon up, just a month after Steve's death.

Even after several years, Natasha never let the thought of her former lover's death go. He died in a such a way that didn't seem heroic enough.

And although Natasha tried hard to let her feelings pass, she just couldn't.

But instead of wasting her time mourning over his loss, she decided to do what others would do to commemorate a loved one. Or so what some may do.

After giving birth to their son, James Rogers, Natasha had spent a year, documenting every aspect of Steve's life.

She donated to the Smithsonian, which threatened to remove it's Captain America section. She argued in a case, defending her dead boyfriend's reputation, by calling him a 'National Icon'. And she won the case.

She travelled across the world, visiting army soldiers who worked hard to support and defend their own countries. She wasn't much of a soldier, but, she knew this was the life Steve lived. And living every aspect of Steve's life made her feel more closer to him.

Natasha formed an organization that promoted world peace and equality. Many, including Tony Stark, were astonished at the heroic actions the Black Widow was accomplishing.

She knew inside that this was what Steve had always wanted to do. Fight for justice and equality. He was known for upholding those morals.

And everyday, as she watched her son grow up, she could see the little hints of Steve that were embedded in him. It made her smile everyday, reminding her that all the world was good. He was her little reminder of hope.

She knew that from up above, he was smiling down at them. That his spirit still lingered around in their lives.

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"You're just like him," Natasha stroked the soft, sandy blonde locks of her son, as she coughed like a hag on her hospital bed. It was midnight, and the Black Widow could feel death nearing upon, ready to take her away.

James let her mother caress his wet, sticky cheek. Tears streamed down his face as he fixed his gaze toward his frail, old mother, who looked so helpless. Natasha, on the other hand, had a sympathetic smile drawn across her face. She knew it was almost her time.

It was time to see him again.

Her eyes wandered to the many framed photographs that were on her bedside.

A photo of James' graduation. A photo of her, on her last mission, from thirty years ago. Old and new photos lined up, side by side, together.

There were photos of her at the opening of the Rogers Foster Foundation, a non-profit organization she had started, eleven years after Steve's death. It was one of the many hard things she had managed to accomplish, but, when she did, she felt the greatest.

Natasha had achieved so many great things, she hadn't imagined herself achieving. And it felt satisfying.

"My son," Natasha cried out weakly to James.

"Yeah, ma?" James sobbed, while smiling sadly at his mother. She was about to leave this world soon, and he couldn't bear losing her.

"I love you, and I know you will achieve great things in life," Natasha said weakly as she continued to cough.

Her monitor started to slow down, but, before she could pass, James had promised her mom to continue their legacy. The legacy that his father had left behind, the legacy his mother had continued and a legacy that James will continue to protect and live on.

"Say hi to dad for me, mom," James kissed his mother's hand as she drifted off to eternal rest.

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"My love," A blonde, young-looking man stretched his arms out to welcome another young-looking, red-headed woman. His blue eyes were glistening in the glow that surrounding his aura.

"I missed you," The red-head woman cried out as she ran up to his warm touch, squeezing him the longest hug. A hug she had missed for so very long.

"We'll be together now," He smiled, intertwining his fingers with hers.

She smiles at him and she finally feels content. She finally got to see him again. And she will be with him forever.

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A/N: EMO!!!!!!!!! i was listening to who lives, who died, who tells your story on repeat while writing this one-shot!!! u don't know the tears i cried omg. but i hope y'all enjoyed this! -ree