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Chapter 2
Natasha was texting Jane when there was a knock on the door.
"Just leave me alone, Rogers!" she yelled.
"It's Pepper!"
"Oh, okay, sorry. Come on in!"
Pepper entered and plopped herself down next to Natasha. "Hey, Tasha."
"Hey."
"What's up?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing," muttered Natasha.
"Oh, really?" said Pepper, wiggling her eyebrows.
"You've been talking to Steve, haven't you?" sighed Natasha.
"Maybe…" said the blonde woman next to her. "Spill."
So Natasha proceeded to explain.
Pepper contemplated the situation for a while when Natasha finished talking. She then dished out advice.
"Well, I mean, Steve doesn't seem that hung up on Sharon. I never thought they were good together anyways, and I'm not just saying that because I'm your friend."
"Yeah, I suppose…" said Natasha doubtfully.
"Look, I know it seems like the worst option in the world right now, but I think you need to tell Steve how you feel," said Pepper.
"No!" said Natasha. "There is no way in hell I'm doing that!"
"I just have this feeling that he's completely over Sharon. And you guys would be really cute together."
Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose with her eyes squeezed shut.
"Fine," she said, after a long pause. "I'll tell him. But you'd better be right about this."
"Oh, Natty darling, you know I'm always right," said Pepper, grinning.
Natasha hated this. She felt like a little lovesick schoolgirl, chasing after Steve like this. But she knew now that, contrary to her previous beliefs, love wasn't just for children. Anyone could love.
Steve was in the kitchen getting a snack. When he saw Natasha approaching, he felt jittery, like his insides were attempting to fly.
"Hey, Steve."
"Oh, uh, hey, Natasha."
"I'm so sorry about earlier."
"No, it's okay."
Natasha took a deep breath. "Look, I have to tell you something."
"Go ahead," said Steve, leaning back against the counter.
"I, um, well, you see, I-"
Then Steve's phone rang. "Sorry, I'd better take this, it's from S.H.I.E.L.D."
When he hung up, Steve turned back to Natasha. "I'm really sorry but I've got to go on a mission. Like, right now. It's urgent."
Natasha nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.
"Tell me when I get back, okay?"
"Yeah, sure." Her voice wobbled slightly.
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