Her

I don't even know your name

Chapter 1: I don't even know your name

Steve's comments as he recalls the past

"Natasha," He pleaded as he looked at her. "Please, don't let the past ruin our future."

"Our future?" She questioned. "There's no future. Not since you walked out of my life."

"And that was a mistake-"

"You expect me to do what exactly? Forgive you?" She shook her head. "I can't and even if I could, I wouldn't. Now, please Steve. Leave." She told him before closing the door on his face. He sighed and turned back. He looked around at her beautiful front garden as he walked down the stairs of the porch. He can't believe that it happened, he lost her

- You must think she had good reasons to do so and she did, but you can't judge a story from a simple moment, right? What am I saying? That is not what you must think, I think you are thinking about how all of this started.

It all started when he got this new job, this new career which changed his whole life. It was something that he had always wanted to do, he had always wanted to be a singer. He remembered that day as if it was yesterday when it actually happened 3 years and half ago.

He couldn't believe it at first, there he finally was after all those guitar lessons, after singing for two dollars in the cold streets of New York, after hoping for something that would probably never come. There he was, standing in the lobby of SHIELD RECORDS where so many people he fancied worked at. He had looked around the lobby and he was realizing, just now that his dream was coming to life and he was only 24 years old.

"Ah, Steve!" He heard Phil Coulson call out. He was the one who made this all possible. He approached him as he held out both of his hands and a smile played on his lips. "There you are, we were all waiting for you."

He smiled at him and walked towards where he stood. "Thank you, sir."

"Oh, no! Call me Phil, please I'm not that old." He chuckled. "We set a whole team just for you in the conference room. Songwriters, musicians, all kinds of producers, everybody you may need!" He confessed before giving him a smile. "Anyway, enough talk. Come with me."

He nodded and rearranged my guitar case over his shoulder. Phil walked him through the building to the conference room. On the way, he initiated a small talk with him, he told me about how much he was excited and how much of a fan of mine he already was.

- Awkward, right?

He opened the door and pulled him inside the room as he settled his hand on his upper back. "Guys, there he is!" Coulson said enthusiastically.

Honestly, he felt weird. He was really not used to being so much praised from people. Never once did he think that he would be treated like this straight from the beginning of his career. He looked around the room and as he predicted, he didn't know anybody. Some people were sitting around the table and they all had their eyes on him except a red haired woman who was furiously writing something in her pink and gold notebook. Her hair was the first thing he noticed about her, that color was anything but common and oddly, she felt familiar even through he couldn't her face.

- Ah! Her...

"Go sit there." Coulson told him as he pointed out to the chair in front of the table.