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Chapter 1

Steve sat on the private jet that Shield provided for him, his eyes sad as he was looking down at a picture. He didn't keep his promise; he plunged into ice before he could. Agent Coulson was also on the plane to escort Steve to England. Coulson soon walked out of the cock pit and sat next to Steve.

"Hey, how you holdin' up?" Coulson asked with kind eyes looking down both at the picture Steve was holding and he noticed Steve's sad smile.

Steve didn't answer, as a tear fell onto the picture and he wiped it off gently. Soon, Steve got up and walked to another part of the plane. He stood there holding his head in his hands.

….

About an hour later, the plane landed in a rainy English town; Steve and Coulson were driven to a graveyard, where a funeral was in progress. Steve slowly stepped out of the car, the rain pouring down on him, soaking his new, black suit. The sound of the car door closing caused the funeral attendees looked back at him. Feeling a bit uneasy, he walked to the front of the crowd and stood there. "There she is… At least she won't have to suffer anymore," He thought to himself as the priest was talking. Steve was now so in deep thought, he wasn't listening to the people speaking. "How could I do this? How could I have broken my promise?" Steve thought to himself, now trying to hold back the tears as his lip quivered and his eye welled-up with moisture.

"Steve Rogers, would you like to say a few words?" The priest asked with a sad smile.

Steve looked up upon hearing his name, he hadn't planned anything. But he let out a sigh while `saying, "Yes sir."

Steve stepped forward, turning around he looked upon the crowd. "If you don't already know who I am, my name is Steve Rogers. I fought beside Peggy in WWII. I quickly fell in love with her, and I believe she felt the same. But, I … I ... I," he began to break down. "I was on a plane fighting someone, and the plane crashed in the arctic. I was thought to be dead for 70 years," he continued. "But right before I fell into the ice, I promised Peggy that when I came back, I would dance with her," his eye now completely filled with tears. "I broke that promise." Although the tears were now streaming down his cheek, he continued. "Every day I visited her in the nursing home. Each visit was like seeing for the first time after 70 years over and over and over again. She was suffering, and I hated it," he stammered. "But, when she died, I felt a huge relief. Because now I know she's with God." He went on, "And I promise, when it is my time … I will give her that dance." As he continued, his speech was getting harder and harder to understand, "She was the most intelligent, strong, sweet, stubborn, and beautiful woman I've ever met. And I hope she can forgive me for my mistakes." Steve's voice was now a low, almost undiscernible mumble, "I hope she was happy after I 'Died'. I wish I had more time with her, but things always happen for a reason," he continued, "I hope you, her family, can forgive me for whatever pain I caused her," he concluded through tear-filled eyes. Then, Steve slowly walked back into the crowd.

…...

Soon the funeral was over and Steve was flown back to The Avengers tower. Once he got home, he went up to the communal floor where everyone was waiting for him, waiting to comfort him.

"Lord Steven, how are you feeling?" Thor said with his booming, accented voice more gentle than usual. Steve wasn't going to lie but he also wasn't planning on answering any of them. It was, however, hard to resist Thor, who was basically a kind ray of sunshine in an otherwise fairly dismal existence. Other than Thor, if Natasha did speak to him, he wouldn't be able ignore her either. Natasha was just too amazing ignore – then he was hit with a pang of guilt for thinking of Natasha so soon after losing Peggy.

Steve managed not to answer.

"Capsicle, you know you can talk to us if you need to," Tony stated the obvious. Steve was surprised that Tony was actually being supportive for once, considering Tony was the one who typically played the mean, cruel, and unruly pranks on him – all the time. It was nice to know he actually cared, or at least Steve hoped Tony really cared.

Steve made coffee, ignoring everything they were saying. He then walked away towards the elevator, heading to his floor. As the elevator doors were inches from closing, a small pale hand shot through the opening, and the owner made it in just in time. It was Natasha, of course.

Steve looked away trying to hide his tears. He could feel Natasha's eyes watching him intently. "What!?" He said a bit harshly.

"We are all worried about you. Especially me," she stated.

Steve sighed, then replied, "Why? I'm fine."

"Don't lie to me. You're a terrible liar." Natasha said, easily seeing right through him.

Steve looked at her through tear-filled eyes, "Natasha, I can't take it. It hurts so much; I couldn't keep my promise to her. And ... and I left her." He said with his tears streaming down his face once again. When the elevator dinged, announcing their arrival at his floor, they both stepped out.

"You can't help what happened," Natasha said with sympathy in her voice.

"You're right," Steve replied. "I couldn't have stopped it! But I'm feel so guilty that I couldn't have at least said goodbye! No, I just left her there alone…" he said. The agonizing emotional pain was taking a major toll on him.

Natasha looked at him. He was so vulnerable and sad, she had never seen that side of him. She looked up at him, expressing her own sad smile, and hugged him. At first, he tensed at her touch, but then he began to relax. "It's gonna be okay Steve," Natasha said soothingly.

Steve spoke softly to Natasha, "I need some time to be alone."

"Understood. I'll see you tomorrow Steve." She said walking towards the elevator.

"Thank you," he said looking at her as the doors closed and the elevator began to move.

….

Steve was awakened again in a cold sweat. "Stupid nightmares," he thought to himself. He got up and put on a pair of sweat pants and grabbed his sketch book. He walked to the elevator and headed for the communal area. Once there, he sat down and began to draw. He looked at the clock; it was 3:27 A.M.

Soon he felt someone breathing over him. He slowly turned his head and a smile graced his lips, "Hey."

Natasha smiled back, "You're an amazing artist. Is that me?" She asked

"Yeah. But it's not good, it doesn't capture you correctly."

"What!? It looks just like me!" She said with amazement at his modesty.

"Well, it doesn't show your kindness or gentleness; it doesn't represent your smile correctly. It's not beautiful enough." He explained with slight blush.

She looked at him and asked with a questioning tone in her voice, "You think I'm beautiful?" She was desperately trying to hide her smile and blush. As she felt the heat in her cheeks, she knew she was unsuccessful.

"Well. I, uhh I think you're …"

"Shut up Steve." She leaned down and kissed his cheek.

He sat there frozen, blushing deeply, "Oh Gosh did she just ... What just happened!?" he thought, melting inside. He thought she was amazing, so much like Peggy. But he doubted she felt the same way.

Natasha leapt over the back of the coach landing next to Steve. She began watching him draw. She was amused by how embarrassed and easily fumbled he got around women.

"Wait, why are you up so early? It's only," he glanced at the clock, "4:08." He asked looking at her worried that she wasn't getting enough sleep.

She smirked at his stress for her well-being. "Couldn't sleep I guess," she lied. In reality, she had been, having horrible nightmares every night. But she would never tell anyone that, especially not Steve; he would want her to talk about it, which probably wouldn't be too bad, but Natasha couldn't admit weaknesses.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense." Steve said. He didn't have the knack to tell when Natasha was lying. He was a human lie detector, but he was no match for her assassin/spy skills.

"So why are you up, huh?" Natasha asked with a faint smile, barely noticeable.

Steve froze, he didn't want her to worry about him. He thought "Come on Rogers, you can't lie. It's WRONG." Steve responded with a sigh, "I was just thinking; my mind was racing too fast to sleep." He thought, "Technically not a lie. My mind was racing too fast but that's because of the nightmares. So a half lie…Err."

"Uh huh." Natasha said, not convinced, but she let it slide. "Well I'm just gonna watch you draw. But first, how are you feeling?"

"Fine, just sad. But I'll get over it … In time." He said with a sigh.

"Good! Now draw; I wanna watch!" She smiled leaning her head against his arm. Once again, he tensed at the touch. As he began to relax, Natasha began to smile.

Steve was drawing for about 30 minutes, smiling a bit at their closeness. He noticed she had fallen asleep at some point. He sighed, closed his sketch book, and threw it on the table, doing his best not to disturb her slumber. He slowly leaned his head atop hers and closed his eyes. He slowly drifted off into a dreamless slumber. Lucky for Natasha, her sleep was also dreamless.

….

In the morning, Steve woke up, looked down at Natasha, and smiled. His arm was around her while her head was on his shoulder. She looked so peaceful he tried to move as little as possible. He then turned his head to look straight in front of him and jumped off the sofa. There, right in front of them stood Tony, with a wide grin and a camera phone pointed directly at the two of them. At his sudden movement, Natasha instinctively pulled a knife out of her bra and grabbed Tony's shirt, holding the knife against his throat. Steve was watching the scene unfold from behind the sofa.

"Woah Little Red, relax!" Tony said, wide eyed at how quick she was to take action.

"What the hell, Stark!?" Natasha said letting him go, dropping him to the floor.

"I was only taking pictures! As the number one Stasha shipper, I must update regularly." He stated, standing up and dusting himself off.

"Stark, you were practically breathing on my face!" Steve looked at him angrily.

"Fine. Jeez, relax," Tony said putting up his hands and walking away to pour a glass of bourbon.

Soon enough, Tony's little mischief partner walked in. "BIRDBRAIN, GUESS WHAT!?" Tony smiled enthusiastically.

"What Tony?" Clint grumbled.

"You owe me 200 bucks bro! I won the bet," his face breaking into his cocky grin.

"What! They slept together!?" Clint said jaw to the floor.

The color drained from Steve's face. Natasha glared at the two of them and said, "We didn't sleep together you dumbasses!"

"Technically you d-," before Tony could finish his statement, Thor walked in.

"Lord Stark! Have you bought me more pop tarts!?" He said with his booming voice and face smiling widely.

"Yeah, but guess what?!" Tony said, grabbing the box of pop tarts throwing them to Thor, "Little Red and Captain Spangles slept together!" He smiled widely.

"Lady Natasha, Lord Steven! I am so happy for your joining. I have waited for this." He ran over to them giving them a huge bear hug.

"Thor, we didn't sleep together, we fell asleep on the coach together, please let go…" Steve said, barely able to breathe through the bone crushing hug. Natasha's face was turning red, so Thor let go, looking disappointed at the news, then shoved a pop tart in his mouth.

Everyone in the room, except Steve and Natasha sighed, "I knew it," Clint grumbled. "Tony why do you always jump to conclusions?"

Tony whimpered, "I'm going to go update my Stasha website. Maybe Brucie can make me feel better." He said, grabbing the bottle of bourbon as he walked to the lab.

Natasha growled and made some coffee. Steve sat down. Trying to break the awkward silence, Clint stated, "Well that was exciting, sorta."

Soon, JARVIS spoke up "Mr. Rogers, Miss Romanoff. Director Fury would like to speak with you. He said be at his office at 8."

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