After watching Endgame, I jumped on the Romanogers bandwagon and went back and watched Winter Soldier, Civil War, and a few other Marvel films with the Black Widow and Captain America. This is my first Romanogers fanfic, and takes place during Winter Soldier. I will be adding more chapters later. I've never read the Black Widow comics, so mostly everything in this collection will be set during the Avengers films. Please feel free to give me some feedback. It would truly help, especially since I'm still familiarizing myself with their voices, banter, and background. Also, Natasha deserved way better, and I don't own Marvel or the characters. Hope you like! Feel free to send me fic requests. :)


It's the afternoon, and Natasha's quietly raiding Sam's freezer. She's got a sweet tooth, and after the long day her and Steve had, she owed herself something. Skipping over frozen chicken and beef and around the carrots and ham, cheese, and egg sandwiches, she finds a quart of ice cream. Butter brickle. After finds a spoon, she takes a seat at the table. She pauses when her instincts tell her she's not by herself in the kitchen anymore.

"Enjoying the snack, Romanoff?" Steve says in the entrance.

"It's getting the job done," she says.

He grabs a spoon from the drawer and sits across from her. She pushes the carton in the center of the table, and he digs in.

"I'm pretty sure it's not polite to eat out the container."

Considering they did ruin Sam's morning, he might have a point.

"I guess it'll be our secret then." She smirks.

He chuckles. "Always the sly one."

"Well, you know…"

"Just this once."

It's quiet around them, except for Sam's snoring; he's taking his 'noon nap. She hears the TV noise from his room, too. Apparently, Pampers are the best diaper brand in the U.S. Natasha thinks about those smiling and drooling chubby babies and how their parents love them endlessly. Unfortunately, she doesn't know her parents, their names, what they look like. She was an orphan. There were alot of things she didn't have growing up: childhood innocence was definitely one of them.

"You ok, Nat?" Steve says.

She gives him a small smile and plays around in the ice cream. "Fine. Just thinking."

"Do you mind if I ask what about?"

She doesn't open up often, but with Steve, it's a little easier to do so.

"I lost a lot as a kid." She pauses. "There are so many memories I don't have about my parents. Something as simple as a eating ice cream with them was taken from me."

She's not entirely open with her feelings, and at times, she needs a friend, too, and she appreciates Steve for listening to her. She isn't always this badass spy and team player. There are moments, when she's alone, that she wants to cry and scream and just be, like now. She tries to keep from crying, but the tears come down anyway. This part of her is always going to hurt.

"Come here, Nat." Steve stands and softly tugs her hands.

She knows what he's doing. He pulls her closer to him and wraps his arms around her in comfort. She lays her head on his chest. It's nice to just be held by someone. He doesn't say much else after that, and she gives herself a minute to get lost in grief. After a moment passes, she wipes her face, recollects herself.

"I should put the ice cream back in the freezer," she says.

"I could wash the spoons."

She smiles. "Always the helpful one."

"Well, you know…" He grins and shrugs.

"I got it, Rogers. Go rest."

He nods and stares at her a moment before letting her go.

"I'm alright now," she says.

He nods again and turns to leave. Before he gets too far, she says, "Steve?"

He turns, patience on his face.

"You can wash the spoons next time."

It's her way of saying thanks, and he knows that.

"You're welcome, Nat."

She smiles and watches him walk off.