The fall of Moscow and the KGB is on the horizon. The USA - with Captain America as their noble leader - steps in to aid Russia in halting the uprising. However, Steve Rogers realizes that not everything is as it seems, and the red-headed and red-bl...
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The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow across Natasha's face as she slowly awoke from her peaceful slumber. It took her a while to finally open her eyes, surrounded by warmth. She couldn't remember ever feeling so safe and sleeping so deeply. As her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked the sleep from her eyes, she realized why. In their sleep, she and Steve had closed the distance between them. Their legs were tangled, her back was pressed against his chest, and his arm was around her waist. She could feel his soft breathing on the back of her neck, his nose nuzzled into her hair as he held her close. She didn't dare move, not wanting to shatter the peaceful moment between them. She lay there quietly, listening to his breathing that almost lulled her back to sleep. She didn't ever want to leave the comfort of his arms, the way he held her so close even as he slept.
She didn't believe in spiritual matters or soulmates. She didn't believe in higher powers or heaven and hell. She did, however, believe in Steve... that maybe, just maybe, she could've had a future with him in a different lifetime; in a life where she wasn't a Black Widow and he wasn't Captain America. She tried not to think how unfair life was as she lay in his arms, but it was hard not to when all she wanted to do was turn around and kiss him.
She sighed heavily, tucking herself as close to him as she physically could with a smile tugging at the corner of her lips when she felt his arm tighten around her. She figured that she might as well enjoy it while she could. She closed her eyes as he shifted behind her, starting to wake up. She hated herself for ruining the moment, but she was entirely relieved when he didn't move away. Instead, he nuzzled his nose against the back of her neck and drew his finger across her hip absentmindedly.
She couldn't pretend to be asleep forever.
"Morning." She mumbled, her voice still groggy with sleep, even though she had been awake for a few minutes.
He froze behind her, his breath hitching in his throat. "I didn't realize you were up." He stammered out, realizing she had been awake the entire time, and he'd been caught.
She hummed, burying her face in the pillow as he pulled his hand away and sat up slowly. She resisted the urge to pull him back to her as she turned over to face him, tucking her hand under her cheek as she looked up at him. "I'm not getting up yet." She mumbled. She didn't even know what time it was, but she was too warm and cozy to get out of bed... a few more hours of sleep wouldn't hurt. Heaven knows she needed it.
He chuckled, running his fingers through his tousled, blonde hair. The sunlight reflected in his captivating, azure eyes, and she had to remember how to breathe as she looked at him, wondering how anyone could be so handsome in the morning light.
Meanwhile, he was wondering how Natasha could be so beautiful.
He was still flustered that she had been awake before him. He had never slept so soundly before, his arms wrapped around her and their legs tangled as they slept. He didn't remember waking up in the middle of the night and pulling her close nor did he remember her moving closer, but it had felt so right. He longed to lie back down with her, to pretend the sun was setting instead of rising, but he knew it'd be awkward since they were just friends.
