This is my third fanfic, I am trying hard to get a lot up here. It's quite short but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Please review because that lets me know how you like it! Enjoy!

Steve almost choked on the lump that had just formed deep in his throat. It tightened severely and he struggled to breath properly, the only few breaths he managed were shaky and quick, just like his hands. He clenched his fists to try and cease the shaking but it just made it worse. He saw rapid puffs of his own breath in the cold air. He blinked fast, trying to get rid of the tears threatening to show. He swallowed his sobs and approached the small slab of stone sticking out of the ground.

'PHILIP COULSON
A LOVED AGENT AND FRIEND', it read. He really was, to all of them.

There were already a few bouquets and single flowers or petals. Steve recognised that one of them was from Bruce and another was from Natasha, they were orange. The others' must have wilted. Steve's blue flowers had wilted by now. They were nice flowers. He was very proud.

Steve ran his finger along the edge of the stone and patted the cold surface a few times. It was smooth and sheer, he'd have liked it a lot. He felt a soft hand hold his shoulder. It warmed his heart. He turned and saw Natasha Romanoff smiling sadly at him, her red hair was blowing in the wind showing her simple yet beautiful face. She too was as sad as him, the low lights made the tears in her eyes sparkle. Coulson had been a good friend to all of them, he believed in all of them. He was meant for so much more than this. Steve plunged his hand into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cards. Vintage, near mint but with slight foxing around the edges. But now those edges were blood stained. The blood of a good man. On the front of each card was Steve's signature. He finally signed them.

He bent down and placed the cards on the ground. He sniffed hard and wiped his brow.
"Late is better than not at all, I suppose." Steve muttered, examining the grave. Natasha kneeled down next to him and stared down at the cards.
"He's happy." She said, smiling.
"I hope so," Steve paused, "I'm sorry, Phil, I should have signed them when you asked but... I was so busy... I..." Steve's voice crackled out and he slumped his head down to the floor. He let the sobs out and cried into the ground. Natasha's heart cried when she saw him cry. She'd never seen him cry before. He cried beautifully, silently, but it was heartbreaking to observe. She tried not to look.
"We saved the day. We assembled, we did it. We made you proud, Phil." Natasha said softly. She gave him a quick hug and then lifted him from the ground. It was only then that she noticed his trembling hands. Then she noticed his whole body was shaking and his eyes were bloodshot and wet. She detested seeing him like this.
"Come round to mine for the night, just tonight. You shouldn't be alone, Steve. Especially not for Christmas. It's not right, you deserve company. I heard Tony is going to invite us all round for Christmas day, we'll have a turkey and there will be lights. It will be old fashioned just like you remember. Well, old fashioned for Tony, anyway, he'll try his hardest. We could stay together until then. Please?" Natasha said. Steve nodded.
"Merry Christmas, Coulson." Steve said.
"And a happy new year." Natasha finished.

Natasha led him back to her apartment in the cold, wintery air. The christmas lights illuminated their faces in a sweet white light. A soft dusting of frost crunched underneath their winter boots as they walked, holding each other's gloved hands. The moon was only a thin shaving of blue and the stars twinkled brighter than most nights.

They were happy.

Happier than they'd ever been.

She led him back so he'd never be alone ever again. But they didn't know that yet.

I hope you enjoyed it! Again, please review! Thanks!