Romanogers Part 2💗

Chapter 28: Chance

*Natasha's Point of view*

Wait. What? How am I here? I thought I was dead. I swear I was dead. I accepted my fate so why am I here?

At first, I could only make out darkness. An abyss my mind was stuck in. I couldn't hear or see or feel  anything. Silence.

Then the pain came back. I'm probably under so much medication if I'm in the Avengers Tower Care Unit. I must have been in surgery for ages. I felt a sharp pain, coming from my chest while my legs and arms throbed. I've been in worse pain, the pain killers were probably cancelling out most of the pain.

Then my hearing came back. Granted, it came back slowly but it started to come back. At first, the only thing I could make out was talking, I'm not sure who it was or whether there were more than one person in the room but I know someone was talking. Then the voice became clearer, the soothing deepness in the persons voice immediately tells me exactly who is in the room. Only one person. The only person who I want in here. Steve.

The words he was saying started to piece together as well. Slowly but surely.

"Your the..."
"I miss..."
"Your heart..."
"Lightens the room"
"Come back to me."
"I love you."
"I miss you."
"Your the best thing that's ever happened to me"

Words turned into sentences, sentences into paragraphs. He was talking to me. How long has he been sitting by my side?! It can't have been that long, surely.

Next to return was my sense of smell. I could only smell disinfectant but it was a start.

I began to regain control of my body. I feel the smooth cotton layed over me where my hands were placed. Does that mean I can actually control my body? Can I move?

I tried small movements, only a twitch in my toe. It worked!

"Look, Natasha. I love you like crazy. I've never loved the way I do with you. I just need you to wake up and see that I do love you. I regret every argument we've ever had. All them arguments led you here, in this bed. I hate myself for saying what I did and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I just hope you love me back. No, you wont. It's an absurd idea in the first place! How can you love a guy like me? An idiot like me? You deserve better. I've got to stop with the stupid ideas." He places his hand over mine.

I have to open my eyes now. I have to.

My eyes began to flutter open but the bright light forced me to keep them shut until I can adjust to it. Thankfully, it took little time to adjust and I looked directly ahead, watching some daytime TV programme that was useless to everything. My eyes darted to my hand, the hand that covered it. His hand. His warmth raced through my body like a virus. The hand led to a scarred arm, but they look much better now then they did before. His arm led to him. His body. He was leaning with his head against the bed. I can tell he's been crying from the disturbed tissue box. I dread to think what he is thinking.

Now is my chance, I have to say something.

I close my eyes and act asleep once again.

"Not that stupid." I manage to croak. His head jolts upright.
"Am I hearing things?" He asks, questioning his sanity.
"I'm not sure, are you?" I try to conceal my smile but it's so hard!
"I just saw your lips moving." He defends himself, trying to prove he isn't insane. It's kind of cute. I unleash a great big grin and turn my face to look at him, his hair drooping down the sides of his tired face. A smile plastered above his chin. He looked surprised but pleased. I hope he's pleased. "Your awake!" He replies rubbing his blue eyes. Those eyes.
"No, your dreaming." I reply sarcastically. He laughs, leaning in closer.
"Ha ha, how you feeling?"
"Can't feel a thing, if I'm honest. A slight bit of pain in my chest but that's expected." I smile, he smiles back. This is my chance. "Look, Steve," I catch his attention even more, his smile fading. Don't freeze, don't freeze.

"What's up?" He leans in closer with that serious look on his face. His eyes are so welcoming. I take a deep breath and start.
"This is going to be hard to say and I don't really know how to word it even though I've been thinking about it for the passed.... how long have I been asleep?"
"A month."
"SHIT!"
"Language."
"Ha ha. That means I've been thinking about it for 2 months. Since that morning." He looks down. "Well, when the arguments started, it was my fault. I took it out of proportion and I'm so so sorry. And then we made amends, let's say. We decided friends was the best way to move forward. I believed it was the right thing to do, to a certain extent, I do now as well. But when you were willing to throw away your freedom as easily as you did, I knew I should've spoken to you sooner. I love you Steve, and I missed you so much while you were gone. I love you crazy amounts and I have a funny feeling you do from your chats to me before you even knew I was listening."
"You heard all that?"
"Most of it."
"Shit."
"Language." I chuckled. He squeezed my hand tighter.
"But if you've found someone else or you've decided that you can't love someone who took a kidnapping to realise how much I love you. I will take that regret to my grave." Hold back the tears. Hold back the tears. "I understand if you can't love someone like me after what I've put you through." A single tear, rolls down my cheek. I can't face Steve with that tear. I look to the opposite side of the room trying to sort myself out. A warm hand touched my face, wiping the tear away.
"Natasha. I love you with everything I am, I'm never going to stop loving you. Ever. I promise you. Your the only person I need. I will never love the way I love you. So please stop with the "you can't love someone like me" bullshit because I have always and will always love you. So, shut up." He smirks at the end of his speech. He feels the same. I want to get out of bed and jump into his arms. I love this man so damn much.
"I love you too." I reply, gazing into those eyes as he gazes into mine.
"I really want to kiss you right now." He smiles, smugly. He's a 5 year old, I swear.
"What are you waiting for?" I question, playfully.
"Well, I mean your not in the best of states right now."
"I don't care, get your ass over here!"
"But Nat-"
"Don't make me come to you." With that he immediately stood over me, his hair messily dangling over his face. I put my hands on either side of his face and pull him down till his lips touch mine. The urge we've both had for over a year to kiss eachother was all forgotten by this one meeting. The passion he put in showed his desire and I tried my hardest to show mine. I snaked my hands around his neck as his hands travelled around the back of my red abnormally long hair.

I love him so much.

End of Chance