Alive - English version

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Steve and Natasha were in the kitchen alone. Steve hadn't really talked to her since he found her. Which surprised Natasha. But now that they're alone, he can finally talk to her.

"How are you?" He finally asks the young lady.

"I'm fine. How about you, Rogers?" She returned the question with a sly smile.

"Seriously?"

"I'm serious," she laughed at him, but seeing how serious he looked, she changed her mind and decided to get serious again too. "You know, I die and come back to life, the habit."

"Nat..." he blew.

"What?"

"Why didn't you tell us about Daneliya?" He was questioning her.

"I don't know. No one had ever asked me. I guess I didn't want to put her in danger."

"You should have told us," he mumbled.

"What difference would it have made? Honestly, Steve, what would it have changed except the way you looked at me? "

"The way we look at each other hasn't changed..."

"Are you sure?" Did she cut it off. "Look in the mirror and we'll talk about it later," she said coldly.

"Why are you taking a stand? "

He approached her dangerously as she backed away, but she couldn't get very far because she got stuck between the countertop and Steve.

"Steve..."

He moved his head closer to the redheaded woman's head. Their lips were only inches apart. She could feel Steve's breath on her cheek.

"Mama!" Daneliya appeared.

Natasha quickly pushed her head away from Steve's head and turned towards her daughter.

"Yes, darling?" Asked her mother.

"Steve can come and play with me?"

"Why don't you ask him," suggested the old/new black widow.

"Steve?" She approached sneakily.

"Yes, young lady?" He enters her game, bringing a smile to the face of the woman he's in love with.

"Will you come play Mario Kart with me?"

"I'd love to. Go ahead, I'll meet you there," he says.

Dane ran away, all smiles. Natasha grabbed Steve's shoulder and turned him towards her.

"Do you know how to play Mario?" She asked him in surprise.

"Why are you so surprised?" he asked her.

He kissed her on the cheek, which surprised the young woman, and went to play in the living room with the girl.

"I saw everything," Clint intervened behind Natasha.

Natasha was startled and turned to her friend, scratching the bridge of her nose, uncomfortable.

"Saw what?" she asked her best friend.

"Don't play dumb with me, Tasha. You were about to kiss Steve."

A little smile appeared on her face, she recognized Clint's method: when he talks about Steve and says Captain, it's for the sake of it, but if he just says Steve, it means it's serious.

"Do you love him?" Does he take it out of his mind.

"Who?" Not knowing what or who they were talking about.

"Tasha.." he whispered. Steve.

"About what, Steve?" Tony intervened as he entered the kitchen.

"Well, nothing, we were just talking about how well he was taking care of Daneliya and how surprising it was that he knew how to play Mario", laughed Clint, followed by Tony and Natasha.

"It's true that it's surprising," laughed Tony. "Uh, Clint, can I, I can talk to Nat in private please," Stark asked innocently.

"Of course, I'll leave you alone," he said, kissing Natasha's cheek before leaving.

"You wanted to talk to me?" She asked after Clint left.

Tony didn't answer right away, took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. He takes a sip, puts the glass in the sink and turns to Natasha.

"How are you"?

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Mumbled the concerned one.

"Do you know about Mamunchka"?

"Yes, I should have killed her when I had the chance."

Tony smiled at her sentence, she never would have done it, and he knew it.

"You'd have put Dane on your back."

"I know," she blew.

There was a silence in the room. Yet there was no discomfort. In those three months together, Tony and Natasha had gotten to know each other. Tony now knew more about the young woman's life than his own family or Clint. They were on friendly terms, they liked each other, which was not the case at the time. Natasha knew she could confide things to the billionaire, and aimed at the billionaire. Moreover, the redhead had noticed that the man had become much more mature since he was alive again.

"Do you hear from Yelena?" Wanted to know Tony, a few minutes later, mentioning her friend's sister.

"No," she replied lowering her eyes.

Tony stepped forward and took Natasha in his arms, she let him. Across the hall, Clint watched the embrace with a mixture of several feelings: anger, because his best friend had opened up to someone else; joy, the joy of seeing her feel better over the years; and pride, because he thought he had done the right thing bringing her back to SHIELD a few years ago.