Right or Wrong? {complete}

The End Of All Things

*for those who want to skip the message there is actually a little chapter here*

So I kind of missed my anniversary but anyways, I've been on wattpad for an entire year now! Thats insane. When I first got this app I just wanted to write down the stories that were in my head, I never thought anyone would actually read them. Thank you all for all of your support. It means the world to me, and I wouldn't be writing if it weren't for you.
A special thanks to the following people for being extra supporting and caring:
Marvel_Fanatic_
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bhulley
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And
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These were some of the very first people to read this book and I couldn't have finished it without them. Thank you all so much!
And now for the chapter:

She presses her body closer to the super soldier, her hand resting on his bare chest while he sleeps in just his sweatpants, his arm somehow still maintaining a tight grip on her waist through his sleep. She on the other hand wore an oversized white t-shirt- something he had lended her, with only a pair of black, lace undergarments which told of previous nights activities, underneath. In a perfect world, she would be sound asleep as well. It would be like one of those romcoms where the boy and girl are laying with their limbs intertwined like there is nothing more perfect.
But, her thoughts kept pulling her away from sleep, every time she neared it.
She was left utterly alone with her thoughts, which is a dangerous thing.

Her eyes flickered up to the soldiers sleeping face as she made sure not to make any sudden movements. He looked so content with his eyelashes fanning over his soft cheeks, his messy hair strewn on the white pillow. His left arm was draped behind his head, the perfect muscles exposed.
She'd be lying if she said he wasn't naturally aesthetic.
Moving as slowly as possible, she dared to reach out your hand until your fingers hovered above his arm. She released a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding as soon as the red heads fingers grazed his bare skin.

It was a mystery how they had ended up together. Then again, some things just happen, no explanation included. Her fingers rested on his silky skin now, her thumb rubbing over the smoothness. It's safe to say she completely lost track of how long she had stayed like that. But it had been long enough, for she felt the mans body stir under her. Still, she kept her head planted against his warm chest as his head lifted off the pillow. He grunted softly before burying his face in her flaming red hair.

"How long have you been up?" He asked once he had gained his senses again, his voice still thick and groggy with sleep.
"I never actually slept." She answered, not changing position.

She could practically feel the sudden concern course through the hero's body as he shifted to sit up in the bed, bringing her up with him. Shes known him long enough to notice little things like that; the way his body reacts in a different way to every situation, the way his eyes tell everything he's feeling. That must be what makes it so hard for him to lie.

"You should've woken me up." He reasoned, she could feel his intense gaze on her.
By now the spy had returned to the pattern of tracing small circles on his arm with her nail. "It's fine. You looked really peaceful anyways." She softly mumbled.
"Natasha" It was easy to tell that he had grasped what had occupied your attention by the anxious tone of his voice.

"Do you miss her?"
The words fell out of her mouth without really meaning to. Still, she didn't say it in a jealous way, or demanding way, rather she asked it in a completely honestly way.
It's no secret why the solider has loved the woman from his past. She was absolutely gorgeous. She had the looks and the personality, and the strength.