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Steve Rogers had a thing for Natasha Romanoff. That was obvious. But when she gets hurt, he's forced to proclaim his feelings for her before it's too late and he loses her for good.
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It seemed the sun had saved its brightest rays for an angel that evening as the light glistened in Natasha's verdant eyes. She was entirely breathtaking, making Steve's breath hitch in his throat as she stole the air from his lungs without even trying. His heart was pounding in his broad chest, searing heat flaring from his core all the way down to his toes and up to the tips of his fingers. Her dress, as crimson as her cascading, curled tresses, floated above her midnight heels as she slowly came down the stairwell, her thin fingers gripping the railing for balance and her gaze cast down on the steps. Her long, dark eyelashes brushed the arch of her cheekbones, and her golden eyeshadow sparkled in the fading sunlight. As she reached the bottom step, her emerald eyes looked up, meeting Steve's in a gaze that made his heart skip a beat, and his hands began to sweat.
It was no secret that Steve Rogers couldn't take his azure eyes off his best friend, Natasha Romanoff.
Like everyone else, she knew it too. She was a spy, after all. She noticed everything.
Ever since they had brought down the Winter Solider and Hydra together, ever since they were working together as partners, along with the other Avengers, the air crackled and sizzled with ardor for one another. In the beginning, she entirely omitted the vestige between them. As partners, they had to work together seamlessly, like the beat to her favorite song, and she spent more time with him than anyone she ever had before. Then she kissed him on the escalator, and he held her so carefully - so adoringly - as his soft lips fit between hers like the last, missing puzzle piece to her heart. Then he told her that he trusted her, and they started having weekly movie nights, and he started showing all his favorite places around D.C. while she told him about her past, things she hadn't even told Clint.
It was only then that Natasha realized the lines of friendship had begun to blur, and she was falling for him - compromised. Maybe she had already fallen, but she was too scared to admit it because she thought that love was for children.
"You might want to close your mouth, Captain. You'll catch a fly." Sam murmured next to him as he adjusted his earpiece and tucked the wire into the sleeve of his black suit.
Steve cleared his throat thickly, reluctantly dragging his eyes away from Natasha and looked at his teammate and friend beside him. "I never thought I'd see you cleaned up like this." He said, absentmindedly reaching up to comb his fingers through his hair, only to remember that Natasha insisted he slick his hair back with gel. He dropped his hand back at his side with a sigh.
