[EDIT: I edited some stuff here along with Chapter 2 to make it better. Since some edits are a bit major, I decided to let you know]
Hello people. I know I'm still working on like two stories (although one of them is on a hiatus), but I can't help but write a Romanogers fic cause' I ship it way too damn hard.
So the idea for this came from a friend of mine's dream (the happens-in-my-sleep kind of dream, not the I-want-this-to-happen-someday kind of dream). It had an interesting story. The characters were my only problem cause', fyi, it's not a Romanogers dream. And I'm not gonna waste my time telling you who the characters were in the dream. So I decided to, I don't know, turn that dream into a Romanogers fan fiction.
And yes, Sharon is a main character here. I just didn't add her cause' apparently, she ain't an Avengers character, but rather a Captain America one. And I labeled this story as Avengers, so yeah. And I'm not making sense again, am I? Whatever.
Ok I'll stop ranting. Here goes nothing...
Punch. Punch. Punch. Each punch became stronger and stronger as Steve thought harder. Punch. Punch. Punch. How is she? Punch. Punch. Punch. Where was she? Punch. Punch. Punch. Why wasn't she with him? Punch. Punch. Punch. 'She' kept running in Steve's mind. Ever since she helped him, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Whether she was okay, where she was, or if he should've brought her with him. But he was, yet again, too late. He couldn't bring her to his hiding place now that he can't be seen in public anymore.
Currently, Steve, Sam, Wanda, and Scott were living in a safe house in Wakanda under the protection of King T'Challa. Steve has ever since been grateful of the good king, because even though they had both been on opposite sides during the Accords situation, T'Challa was still king enough to help him. Meanwhile, Clint returned to his family and moved to a more secure spot. And as for Bucky, he decided to freeze himself to sleep so he won't cause any harm. Steve respected his decision, but still missed him. Just as he had gotten his best friend back, he goes back to sleep for what seems like eternity.
PUNCH. PUNCH. PUNCH. Steve had forgotten to control his punches, causing the the punching bag to almost fly away, similar to what happened when he first got out of the ice. Fortunately, the punching bag was still in place.
"STEVEEEEEE! DINNER'S READYYYY!" Sam called from the kitchen. Steve sighed. He guessed he had enough training for today. He unwrapped the white wrapping around both of his hands and proceeded to the dining room, sweaty and all.
Steve was the last one to arrive at the dining room, where everyone else was waiting for him. "Hey Ste- woah, woah, woah, mister! Do you really think I'm gonna let you lay those sweaty hands on my precious lasagna?!" Sam forbid. Everyone knew Sam could be overprotective of his stuff, but they were a bit surprised to see him like this with his homemade food.
"Go wash your hands, young mister!" he commanded, causing Scott and Wanda to stifle a snicker.
Steve rolled his eyes and did as told.
"Now can I eat, Gollum?" Steve asked in a teasing manner, as he dried his hands. "Sure," Sam finally gave in, but then he paused. "Wait, since when have you watched Lord of the Rings?" he asked slowly.
Scott raised his hand awkwardly. "I, um, made him watch the trilogy last week. It was the least I can do for Captain America." Scott slowly admitted as Steve took the seat in between Wanda and Scott.
"It was an interesting movie. But I prefer Star Wars." Steve said, glancing at Wanda as if wanting to see her reaction. She made a huge smile. Before she became an Avenger and moved to America, Wanda hated the influences of the Western world, but had found a liking for Star Wars. Now, she was the biggest Star Wars fan among the Avengers—new and old (she was also pretty thrilled when she accompanied Steve and Vision when they watched for the first time).
"Ok, let's eat. I'm dying to taste the deliciousness of the lasagna," Sam exclaimed, licking his lips. "And I suppose you're saying this because you made it?" Wanda questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Not really, maybe, sorta, yes," Sam answered, embarrassed. Everyone laughed like they were in one of those comedy sitcom thingies. "Just as I thought," Wanda smirked once the laughter died out.
They eventually started eating, satisfying Sam as expected. They were all sharing stories to each other, laughing, blushing, and defending. They always did this, even back at the Avengers Facility. Steve reminisced the fun they had during dinner with Rhodey, Vision, and Natasha. Oh, how Steve missed the good, ol' days. And how he missed-
BEEEEEEEP. It came from his pocket. He reached for the beeping item and felt it vibrating. It was his phone. He got it out and read the message and who sent it.
It was from Natasha:
'Meet me at the garden of your safe house ;)'
Steve was left in shock. Natasha, the person he's been texting for 6 months with no replies, just texted him out of nowhere, letting him know that she wants to meet him?! Wait, Natasha knew where he was?! He wasn't too surprised, though. I mean, this is Natasha whom we're talking about.
"Um, guys. I'm gonna go somewhere." he excused himself, getting up.
Sam frowned. "Don't you like my lasagna? You only had, like, 5 servings of it."
"Sam, 'somewhere' is where you and me go to to dispose, you know, 'Number 2'." Wanda whispered to Sam, but it was audible to Steve and made him roll his eyes in return.
"No, Wanda, I'm not going to the bathroom. I'm gonna, uh, get some fresh air."
"Yeah. Some fresh toilet air." Scott joined in the teasing. The three laughed. Steve just left them alone and went to the garden. He was quite eager to see her. But also nervous. Was he wearing the right attire? Was his hair fixed? Keep yourself together, Rogers. It's not like your going on a date with her or something. Natasha was just a friend. A very close one.
The garden was located at the back of the house and was big and simply enchanting. It housed all types of plants, native to Wakanda or not. Steve liked hanging out here. Whether he was sparring with Sam, giving advice to Scott, or meditating with Wanda.
He looked around the garden, with the moon as the only source of light, in search for Natasha. But he couldn't find her. Dang, she was really good at hiding.
"Give up finding me, Rogers?" came a familiar voice from one of the tall trees. Steve turned his head to see who it was. The figure emerged from the darkness and revealed herself to be...
"Natasha? Is it really you?" Steve cautiously asked, unsure if he was hallucinating or not. She was wearing some black jeans and a matching black top, covered by that green jacket he bought for her many moons ago.
"Why don't you give me a hug and find out." she suggested with her usual sass, opening her arms (lucky for Steve, he was the only one whom Natasha allowed to hug her, other than Barton and his family, of course). He gave her a big hug, careful not to squish her. She hugged him back.
"Where the hell have you been? I've missed you." Steve murmured under her soft, strawberry-scented hair.
Natasha pulled out of the hug. "Hiding, too. Not staying in one place for too long," she explained shortly, shrugging afterwards like it's no big deal.
"Are you okay?"
"Geez, Steve. No need to go check on me. I'm not your girlfriend or anything," Natasha teased, slightly hurting Steve although he didn't show it.
"Speaking of girlfriends, how's Sharon?" she asked as she leaned closer to Steve, wriggling her eyebrows.
Steve didn't exactly like this topic for one; he can't confirm whether he and Sharon's a thing, for he fears that he'd say something wrong. And two; Natasha pretty much ships Steve with any girl she sees and tries to set him up with that girl. Steve would always decline.
"We haven't communicated since the Airport Battle." Steve informed with a straight face. He remembered her bringing his and Sam's gears... And then locking lips with her...
"Come on. Why won't you make another move? You guys met lips already. You seriously need to start dating. She's the best girl I found for you so far." Natasha protested as she put her hands on her hips. Steve noticed her fiery red hair glow just a tad bit, like flames—the beautiful kind.
Steve didn't really buy the idea of dating Sharon. Heck, he didn't really like the idea of dating at all. Although it must've seemed nice to have a date, but perhaps with someone he's known... Longer.
"Not now. Maybe next time." he said, shoving his hands on the pockets of his pants.
"Fine. I'm not gonna force you," she finally acknowledged. "but tell me when you're ready, kay?" she added, playfully nudging his arm with her elbow. Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled and nodded.
The night was clearly beautiful. The stars were starting to shine, and the moon was just as bright. Steve forgot just how beautiful the night could be. He guessed the stress from the Accords made him forget. Or maybe Natasha being here made the night so special, he didn't really know.
"Oh yeah. I'll be right back," Natasha remembered, going back to the dark spot she came from. She came back, carrying a big box of stuff. She rummaged through it with one hand and pulled out a smaller box.
"For you," she gave it to Steve with her trademark smirk. Steve got it and opened it. Inside where some of the things he loved but weren't able to retrieve before running away.
His sketchbook and pencils, his color pencils, his watercolors, his favorite sweater, the locket with his mother's picture in it, the compass with Peggy's picture in it, a picture frame with a picture of him and the original Avengers, another frame with him and the new Avengers, an unframed picture of Bucky and him at his old neighborhood in Brooklyn, and a photo album with more photos. He noticed most of these were pictures. Not many knew, but Steve's favorite past time was taking photos (and of course, Natasha knew about that very well). He frowned when he didn't see the unframed picture of Natasha and him he took during a mission when they were partners (not that they aren't anymore) in the box.
"Nat, I don't know what to say..." he murmured, still staring at the box.
"You can start with a thank you." she joked.
"Thanks, Nat. I mean it."
The spy smiled. "Let's go inside. These other stuff are for the others."
"Okay." Steve, being the gentleman he was, carried the stuff for Nat. But she, too, had her share of kindness by opening the door for him.
Wanda was the first to notice her presence. "Natasha! It's you!" Wanda exclaimed, getting up of the couch, putting down the magazine she's been reading. She ran to give her a hug. Natasha and Wanda had shared a close bond, being the only females in the team.
"Natasha?!" Sam echoed from the kitchen, nearly dropping the plate he was washing.
"What is she doing here?! Is she gonna put us in jail?!" Scott questioned, suspicious. He was still at the dining room, eating a donut for dessert.
"I've been running away from the government, too, FYI. And I'm here to stay," Natasha claimed. Now even Steve was surprised. She was gonna stay?! She turned to face Steve. "You know, if you'll allow me."
"Of course I'd allow you to stay! We just need King T'Challa's-"
"Permission? Done." she interrupted.
Steve looked at the others. "Well, what do you guys think?" he ask, wanting to hear their opinions.
"Yeah, sure."
"Fine by me."
"I'd be happy if she stays."
The soldier looked at the spy again. "Then, welcome to our house, Nat." Steve officially welcomed, fighting the urge to hug her in front of the others. They'd obviously tease him to death—especially Sam.
Natasha gave him another smirk. "In honor of my moving in, I shall shower you with gifts." Natasha announced, giving each one of them a small box similar to Steve's. They were all pleased by the little stuff each one of them got. Wanda was reading the letter Vision made with mixed emotions, Sam was already using his favorite mug again, and even Scott was smiling at the drawing of Ant-man his daughter, Cassie, made.
Steve noticed there was one last box in their. "Who's this for?" he asked Natasha.
"For that Bucky friend of yours. Where is he, anyway?"
Steve stayed silent for a moment. "He's... Frozen," he whispered sadly.
Natasha realized what he meant. "Oh..." She placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
"No need to be," he assured, giving her a small smile to let her know it's okay.
"So, um, do you have a spare room?" Natasha asked, changing the topic. Realization hit Steve. They didn't have any spare rooms. Not even one.
"Not exactly." Steve confessed, scratching the back of his head. That was it. "But we do have a spare bed in my room." Natasha made a face. Oh no. Natasha was gonna move away again. And Steve's heartbreak-like-thing will come back.
Natasha faked gasped. "Steve, is that you?! I thought you don't allow yourself to sleep in the same room with women you're not in a relationship with!"
Steve rolled his eyes, his tomato-red face quite obvious. "Actually, my rule is I don't allow women to sleep in the same bed as me."
"I'm kidding, Rogers. If it's for the greater good, then I'll do it."
Steve half-smiled. But in the inside, he was really happy. His best friend—even greater than Sam—was here. With him. Safe.
"Steve? You still awake?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Steve, it's freakin' 1:32 in the morning. Why are you still awake, young man?!" she jokingly asked.
"Nat, I think the question here is why are you awake?" he asked back.
"I... Can't sleep with all the nightmares I've been having..." she slowly confessed.
Steve stood up from his bed and went to Nat's bed, lying down beside her casually. Then he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Natasha snuggled in.
"Now could you sleep?" Steve asked softly.
"Mm-hmm," she mumbled, drifting off to a more peaceful slumber.
And this is just the beginning... Sorry if this chapter's too short. I really wanted to post this, so it was kinda rushed. So sorry for that.
I'mma go now. G'NIGHT (OR G'MORNING, WHEREVER YOU ARE)
Ruby out. PEACE.