-Steve's POV-
I don't believe what Natasha is saying. I mean her story is plausible, but I watched Bucky die. No one could survive that kind of fall. Let alone still be around today. But of all people Natasha knows what Bucky meant to me. I decide to calm down and try to listen. We are both sitting at the kitchen counter. I'm sitting across from her. A stone cold expression lines her face. Then she picks up the photo of Bucky her thumb glides down his face. A single tear rolls down her cheeck, then settles on the counter.
"James, or Bucky I guess taught me what it was like to be human. He was one of my instructors in the Red Room. Eventually we went on missions together. I don't really know what love is. But James was the closest thing to it I've ever experienced," Natasha swallows.
"We would take turns sneaking into each others rooms. After hours of torture we would hold each other. After sometime, someone found out. In the Red Room love is forbidden. They say love is for children. It was constantly drilled into everyone. We were seperated but I could hear his screams through the walls. I'm sure he could hear mine also. The things they did to me Steve." She shakes in her seat.
"Steve, it's the reason why I've never told anyone. Except Fury. Even Clint doesn't know the whole story. I'm sorry if I knew who he was to you I would of told you." She pleads, finishing her mini rant.
"I'm sorry Nat. I over reacted I didn't know," I reply. Tears fill my eyes. I let them flow down my cheeks. They line my shirt in puddles. I'm still curious about the girl. So I decide to push a little further.
"You said you killed her. But you saw her today?" I ask. Nat chokes on air and I see her contemplating weather or not to tell me.
"Yelena. She was my best friend. But I had to kill her. When I stormed out last night. I ended up at bar. A note was left in front of me telling me to meet at a place. So I went. When I got to the place, I found a camera. It was filled with pictures of you and me. Of our entire mission," She tells me.
"So she was the one following us?" I ask. Natasha nods her head.
-Natasha's POV-
I tell Steve about the day I had. The events repeat over in my head. I say them out loud as I think of them,
"Yelena warned me about the Red Room. She told me they were looking for me. And they wanted to use me as an example amoungst there new recruits." I watch Steve patiently nod as I speak.
"She said after I 'killed her' they decided to give her medical care. She said that they told her if she were to die it would have been a waste of talent." I stop and wait for Steve to say something.
"I think we need to get back home and relay all of this to Fury," Steve states wisely. I nod. We end up caught in each others gazes once more.
"I need a shower," I sigh. With that I stand. I walk over to my suitcase and grab a change of clothes. Then I take a quick shower.
When I'm done I come out in a large hoodie and shorts. I realize that this hoodie is way to big to be mine. I smile and shake my head when I see that it's Steve's sweatshirt.
"Lookin' good Romanoff," Steve says walking into the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on. I sit on the couch combing out my tangled and wet red hair. I look over to the alarm clock on the nightstand. I says 12:47 am. Soon after Steve walks out of the bathroom. In nothing but sweatpants. I quickly steal a glace. Fast enough for him not to notice. I play it off and roll my eyes at his broad shoulders and his perfectly sculpted chest and abs. He comes over to me and sits close next to me.
"Tell me about Bucky," I say. He gives me a confused look.
"We didn't talk to much about ourselves. Or let alone talk at all," I suggest.
"Oh. Yeah I got it," Steve smirks so uncomfortably it's adorable.
"Bucky was a good guy. Before I got to be like this," He nods towards his impressive structure.
"I would pick fights with bullies. Guys who were much bigger than me. Every time I got my ass kicked. Bucky would put the guy in his place," He states. I give a nod.
"Thank you," Are the only words I manage. We continue to sit on the couch. Both of us staring in different directions. The silence that always comes between us, is no longer unusal. I think that we both enjoy the silence. We enjoy being near each other. Atleast, I enjoy being near him. Something tells me that he feels the same. Maybe it's because after we drift off into the silence, our dazed gazes meet. Our eyes lock. I lean foward and our foreheads meet.
"I guess we are both a little screwed up," I sigh laughing.
"Ya. I guess we are," He replys.
-Steve's POV-
I love our quiet times. We end up in them alot. Even though the silence is well silent. It speaks thousands of loud and powerful words. Somehow Natasha's head ends up on my shoulders. I wrap an arm around her; pulling her close to me. We have to be at the airport today at 10:00 am. I'm not to worried about sleeping since there will be plenty of time for that on the plane.
"Steve. What is this thing were doing?" Natasha speaks again, breaking the stillness once more.
"Well, what do you want it to be?" I whisper. Her eyes burn through me. She sits up carefully, and places her self on my lap, facing me. She is higher up than me so I look up at her. We read the others faces. Trying to answer her question. Cautiously Natasha leans down and kisses me. Sensually. Longingly. I return the kiss. With less caution and more desire. My hands run down to her waist. Her's are exploring my chest and back. Without thought we makeout for a long 5 minutes. I pull away and slowly pull up on her sweatshirt. I want to be careful. I don't want to push her. I don't want her to think of me as one of those guys from her past. She pulls the hoodie over her head. I would of never thouhgt of tonight. I mean I have thought of this moment with her but not this soon. Natasha Romanoff the Black Widow is on my lap in shorts and a sports bra. We continue to makeout.
"Steve. We shouldn't do this. Not now," Natasha says stopping everything.
"You're right I understand," I reply. I scoop her up and walk her over to the bed. I lay down with her on my chest. The night fades into total darkness as we both drift into restful sleep.
So I wanted to include a little WinterWidow. But this is strictly a Romanogers story.
Let me know what you think.
Thank you so much for reading!
-Your author, Ellie.
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Learning to Love
Fanfiction•Completed• Natasha Romanoff the infamous Black Widow, has settled into her new life working for S.H.I.E.L.D. She has found a family in the Avengers. She has everything she wants. She finds herself starting to feel. Feelings that she was never allow...
