-Natasha's POV-
Yelena drives us all the way back to Moscow. First she brings us back to our crappy apaprtment. I grab my black duffel bag, I put the contents of the box I got into it. Steve looks around the apartment with his hands in his pockets. Yelena grabs a few of her own items. Steve tells us that he needs to go to his hotel to grab his things.
This time I drive us. Steve hops out and runs up to his room. I watch him from the fire lane as he thanks the receptionist. He puts his luggage in the trunk. He climbs back into the backseat.
"Where too?" He asks as he pulls his seatbelt across himself.
I look to Yelena and she looks back. Leaving Steve without an answer I speed off.
About an hour later I pull back up the same drive. And walk up the steps, past the paint buckets. I knock three times and wait. Soon my mother stalks up to the door and I watch it open. She gasps and pulls me into a hug. I don't know what to do with my hands so I leave them by my side.
"You had me worried sick," She reprimands. Steve and Yelena walk up behind me and follow us in. My dad walks into the kitchen.
"Ahh your back," He yells a little to enthusiatically for my mood.
"What did you do?" My mother asks gesturing to the knee brace and multiple Steri Strips dotting my face.
"I'm fine just a little altercation, you could say," I reply.
"What had you all running off?" My father asks.
"A few friends of ours were in some trouble. They're fine now," I answer as vaugely as possible.
Now the blissful sunset had turned to a clear night sky. The day had been warm so only a few patches of snow reflect the moon's light. Steve had went to change, so I went to go sit by myself. I step down a few stairs of the front porch and lean back.
"Hey," I hear a voice behind me open the door and sit next to me.
"Hey," I whisper queiter than I had intended to Yelena.
"You ok?" She asks, noticeing the obvious shake in my speech.
"No. I don't know if I ever will be," I answer truthfully. We sit in silence. She grabs my hand firmly. I reach over with my oppiste arm and replace my hand. I throw my free arm around her shoulders and pull her close to me. I know that she would never ask but I make sure she feels safe in my arms. Giving her all the assurness I can muster. Though it could never compare to how Steve holds me.
Yelena is the only one alive, who knows my full story. The one person who as relentlessly been there for me.
"Thank you," She whisper. I just rub her arm quickly and stand up.
"Let's go inside," I suggest.
-Steve's POV-
Nats' parents insisted that we all get some rest. It was beginning to get late so I went to take a shower. I grab a change of clothes and bring them with me to the bathroom.
Sometime later I get out of from the steady stream of heat, and dry myself off. I pull on a pair of sweatpants. I decide that it's to hot to put a shirt on so I just leave it off. I go into the bedroom Natasha and I had stayed in the first night. Though I fought her on it, Yelena insisted on staying on the couch.
I sit on the bed an organize my bag. I hear a soft knock on the door.
"Come in," I say. Natasha opens the door and shrugs off her jacket. She digs around in her own bag for clothes. She pulls out a pair of light gray sweatpants and a black tank top. She lifts her t-shirt off leaving her in a black sports bra. I advert my eyes quickly and look down to my lap where I fumble with my hands.
"Steve, could you help me," She asks quietly.
"Ya sure," She begins to undo the bandage going around her entire middle more times than I care to count. I carefully stand behind her to help unravel it. I look at the mosaic bruising, dotting her toned stomach and back. I look down and step infront of her to get a better look.
"Steve," Natasha says just above a whisper.
"I love you," She quiets even further. I hastily bring my gaze to meet her own. A devil like grin spreads to my face. I stay quiet as I watch her eyes dart around my face for a sign of an answer. I place half of my hand under her chin and guide her face closer to mine. I slowly take a step closer, until I can feel her chest rise and fall against mine. I put both of my hands on either side of her face.
"I love you too, Natasha," I mutter against her lips. I pull her to me and our lips collied. Immediately her hands slide up around my neck. Mine drift down to her waist. We break apart a minute later for air. She smiles against my against my own. I place a quick and wet kiss to her lips. I kiss down her neck and she sighs into me.
I stop suddenly. I realize that in this moment. In this light. I need to get a glance at her face. It's banged up. A large bruise is forming around her right eye, and her lips are slightly chapped. A Steri Strip on the corner of her left eyebrow is stained with dried blood. I capture the brilliance throughly. In this very moment I decide that there has never been anyone or anything more beautiful.
-Natasha's POV-
I watch his expressions as he studies my face. I look at him questioningly. He smiles brightly and leads me to the bed where I lay down next to him. He carefully pulls me to his chest, until our bodies are flush together. He buries his nose in my dirt stained hair. He laughs against it quietly.
"You need a shower," He laughs.
"That might be good idea. But I'm so comfortable," I play along. I push off of him and stand up. I groan at the suddeness of my actions, feeling my body ache with each breathe. I bend down slowly to pick up my clothes. I walk out of the room and into the bathroom.
I strip the rest of my clothes off and toss them to the ground. I step into the warm spray of the shower. The heat stings the cuts covering me. I make quick work of getting out of there.
I dry myself off and change into my clothes. I feel my hair, still damp, drip and soak my tanktop. I pat it dry with a towel once more. I step out from the bathroom and back into mine and Steve's room. He lays nochalantly against the bed frame shirtless, with a journal in his lap.
"Whatcha doing?" I ask, climing into the spot next to him.
"Drawing," He whispers. He puts the book down on the nighstand and lays down futher. I pull the covers away from their neatly tucked postion, so we can climb in. I turn into him and he pulls me close. I lay nuzzled into his chest. I caress his stomach area up and down. He wraps both arms around me possessively. I sigh into his skin, and he tucks his nose into my semi-dry hair.
"How are you feeling?" He asks into my hair.
"Physically not the best," I say.
"And emotionally?" He continues.
"I don't know. I feel free but trapped. I can't describe it. Sorry,"
"No I understand. I'm here for you,"
"I know," I return. I slowly drift to sleep, not worried at all about nightmares, but instead focused on the rise and fall of Steve's breath.
Wow this is Slow-Burn like extremely.
Was never my intention but here we are.
I love this couple with a passion. They should of been Canon. ;-;
Thanks for reading!
Let me know what you think. Constructive Critsism is very welcome.
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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...
