Marvel Character Oneshots

Sad to Sweet ~ natasha romanoff x steve rogers

{set during Captain America: Civil War when Nat goes to London to see Steve after Peggy's funeral}

Steve wasn't sure how to feel. He'd certainly felt some attraction to Peggy, but now that she was gone he felt almost free. He didn't feel tied to her anymore. Seventy years later he didn't feel like the same man. 

Everything had changed. 

He leaned against the pew in the empty church and looked down at the carpet lining the aisle. Soft footsteps had him looking up to see Natasha walking towards him with a small smile on her face. When she reached him, he slid his hands into his pockets and peeked at her. 

"When I came outta the ice, I thought everyone I had known was gone. When I found out she was alive, I was just lucky to have her."

"She had you back too," Nat said softly. 

Steve looked away. There was silence for a few moments.

"I'm off to Vienna for the signing of the accords. There's plenty of room on the jet." She watched him as he shifted his gaze to the floor, shaking his head. She stepped forward. "Just because it's the path with least resistance doesn't mean it's the wrong path. Staying together is more important than how we stay together." She smiled.

She was close to him now. He finally caught her eye and she sighed. Steve was conflicted, in more ways than one. The accords. Peggy dying. The irresistible pull he felt towards the woman in front of him. With her a mere foot away, he felt overwhelmed. His heart rate picked up.

"What're we giving up to do it?" He countered, cocking an eyebrow. Nat sighed. "I'm sorry, Nat. I can't sign it."

"I know."

"Well, then what're you doing here?"

She gazed up at him. She inched closer still. He took his hands out of his pockets.

"I didn't want you to be alone," she whispered. His heart skipped a beat.

She moved forward and wrapped her arms around him. He tucked his face into the crook of her neck and closed his eyes. He breathed her in.

They stayed there for a while.

 Slowly, hesitantly, Steve pulled away. He kept his hands on her waist and as Nat removed hers from his shoulders, she looked down at his arms, a confused frown forming on her face. He pulled her against him and her forehead smoothed. 

"Steve," she began, placing her hands on his biceps and leaning back slightly. "The jet's leaving soon -"

"Stay with me," he said, tightening his grip on her coat.

"I can't -"

"Why?"

She opened her mouth and blinked, stammering. "Steve, I need to go."

He stared pleadingly into her eyes. She slackened in his arms, allowing him to pull her closer. His lips twisted upwards a little. He leaned towards her. She stayed where she was; her lips parted, her eyes wide. Her knuckles were white against his suit jacket. 

"This is a bad idea," she whispered.

"Don't be such a pessimist, Romanoff," he replied, touching his nose to her cheek. Their breaths mingled. He could hear her heartbeat.

Before she could pull away, Steve pressed his lips to hers. Her response was immediate and hasty. She snaked her hand around his neck into his hair and held a bunch of it in her fist. Pain prickled his scalp but he didn't care. Her lips against his felt like heaven on earth and he never wanted them to leave. 

A gasp of breath left her lips when he bit softly on her bottom lip. He tilted his head to the side and kissed her deeply, his hands flattening against her lower back as he pushed her lower, making her arc her back. 

Without warning, Nat secured her arms around his neck, locking her lips to his, and hoisted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Though surprised, Steve didn't stumble. He slid his hands down to her ass and stepped forward. He settled her onto the arm of the opposite pew and gripped her thighs. 

He ripped his lips from hers and flashed his eyebrows. 

She shrugged. "You started it," she mumbled and went to kiss him again. He let her, but broke the kiss again. She shot him a warning look which he rolled his eyes at.

"I need you to know that I'm not messing with you."

"I didn't think you were, Rogers." She leaned towards him. "Now, if you're gonna kiss me again, do it."

"I'm falling in love with you, Natasha," he whispered against her lips.

She looked up at him. He couldn't read her expression. 

"Good," she murmured and slammed her lips to his. 

Kissing Natasha Romanoff was like being attacked with a soft, silky set of pillows. Her skin felt like satin against his, and her arms held him tight. He fought back a strong urge to moan.

She pulled away again for a quick second and blew her hair out of her face.

"And for the record, I've been in love with you for a while. I'm just better at hiding it." She smirked.

He smiled, giddy. "Well, thank you for telling me."

"What, you thought I wasn't after you kissed the life outta me?"

"I was hoping..."

Nat shook her head. "Come here."

And she kissed him again.

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