Natasha POV
I look across the room and see Steve drinking a beer. The froth reaches his lips and he takes a sip, it's strong, not that he can tell. He's just perfect, and I know one day that he'll find somebody for him, somebody perfect. A cough interrupts me from my thoughts and I look up at an amused Clint.
I stare at him, annoyed, "What?! Do you want a picture?" I widen my eyes at Clint so he can tell how annoyed I am. I'ts not that I'd get with Steve, I'm not good enough, but still, Clint interrupted me. And he should know better. He gives me a wide smile and I roll my eyes, he knows I wouldn't kill him: maybe not. It depends on how much he annoys me, and right now, it's annoying.
Clint chuckles and speaks, "I can grab a picture of him, if you want," dammit, he saw me looking. And now he's using my own words against me. Do I want a picture? Who does he think he is? God of the friggin world? Because I can tell you one thing, if he was a God, then I'm not sure what that would make Steve. Dammit Romanoff, get him out of your head! I try and shake away the look of him, any thought of him. And then he comes right to me, literally. I look up to see Steve staring down at me. "You okay?" His baby blue eyes light up and I can see that he wants an answer, urgh effort. "Yeah, yes I'm fine," I look up to him and give him a reassuring nod. And then a smile for good measure. He walks away and I breathe a sigh of relief.
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Lost Time (Romanogers One-shots)
Fanfiction"Stay there. Don't do it, please. Just don't." That's when I knew it: that I wanted to spend the rest of my days with this person. But I can't, I won't be able to. I choke out my words, "I'm sorry". The screaming gets quieter and my world begins to...
