Chapter 2

Steve

A/N:

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS [EXCEPT FOR THE OCs].

THANK YOU BAIBE AS MY PROOF READER

STEVE SIGHED AS HE ROSE FROM HIS BED.

He pulled his hair in frustration and ran to the bathroom.

Splashing water on his face, he looked into the mirror and took in a deep breath. Suddenly, he felt a pair of arms snake around his waist, and a head had leaned upon his back.

"Nightmares?" a soft voice spoke next to him. He swiftly turned to the owner of the voice, his elbow nearly hitting the owner.

"Nat?" he asked surprisingly, "Why are you here? I've been looking for you."

"I've been here all along, Steve, don't you know? We can go home, James' waiting," Natasha looked upon him and gave him a small smile.

Steve grinned like a boy who just got his candy from his teacher, and leaned in for a kiss.

"James?" Natasha asked, "Muma and Dada are home!"

A young boy with fury red hair like Natasha's and baby blue eyes, ran down the stairs and into Natasha's welcoming arms.

"Mama," he whispered to the crook of Natasha's neck, "I missed you and Dada very much."

"Oh, sweetie," Natasha spoke to her son, "we are home now, aren't we?" Looking up at Steve, she sent her signature smirk to him. He left out a chuckle and wrapped his arms around the two and kissed their foreheads lightly.

"God, punk," Bucky exclaimed while walking down the stairs with Dr. Helen Cho, his arms enfolded around Helen's waist, "Me and Helen were just talking about how excited my godson would be when you two come back home."

James laughed innocently and told them, "Uncle Bucky has been eating plums all day and Auntie Helen and I are trying to steal them from him."

Steve threw his head back and laughed, he remembered what happened the last time Bucky wanted to eat his favorite fruit – it didn't end well – but all he wanted to have a nice day and enjoy his plums when Steve visited. Bucky never seemed to be able to enjoy the fruit peacefully, every time he did try, either a war came upon them, or James and the others would steal his plums from him.

"Did you succeed?" he asked James, "Of course he didn't!" Bucky yelled. Running toward his godson, he scooped James up from the ground and pinched his nose and chuckled, "Who do you think I am, eh, kiddo?"

Squirming in his arms, James quickly snuck out of Bucky's grip and ran into Helen's open arms.

"It's your girlfriend's idea, Uncle Bucky! Not mine! Not mine!" James giggled, hiding even more into Helen's embrace.

Natasha chuckled in his chest, and reached up for a sweet, loving kiss.

Steve jolted up from the bed. The dream was so… vivid and real. Her lips, Steve, you miss their touch. You crave their touch. The voice from the back of his mind told him, Don't you miss her?

Of course he did. Natasha was mesmerizing, how could anyone forget that angelic face? And those lips...

Heaving a sigh, he walked to the window of his new hiding place in Moscow and looked out of it. The sun just woke up from its deep sleep, stretching.

"Are you looking at the same sky as I do, Nat?" he muttered. Little did he know, he chose Moscow as his hiding place because he thought Natasha would. Except she wasn't. Steve had been looking for Natasha for roughly a month – he missed her joyful company as his partner (Or your future lover, that little voice remarked, if you have to gut to go after her.) and he needed her help.

Looking back into the dream he had earlier, he had everything he wanted. He had a child. He had Natasha. He had Bucky. He had a family. He wished he had a life like that.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and took a look at the time.

05:00, it read. Again, he woke up too early. It just seemed like those army habits wouldn't go away, or at least, not for now.

His mind went back to Natasha, almost without him realizing.

Where is she? Is she safe? Is she gonna help me? Is she mad at me for dragging Clint into this mess?

He appeared to have many questions toward Natasha's whereabouts and all. However, no matter how hard he tried, just like how he tried to think of her the past few months, she seemed to be determined to stick in his mind until he saw her again.

Wait, aren't you Sharon's boyfriend now that you kissed her? That little voice asked.

Maybe, it's just uncertain. I mean, I did kiss her aunt. It doesn't make sense right? He questioned that sound. God, he was in some real big problems now. Not only had he had a fight with Tony (and definitely pissed Fury off), destroyed his new armor, caused his teammates to be in a jail in the middle of literally nowhere, gave away his shield to Tony, and he had kissed a girl for legitimately no reason and he did not know if he is her boyfriend, or not.

"Damn," he cursed, "What have I done?"

Sitting on the couch in his living room and staring at the sunset over Moscow, Steve pulled out his phone, and pulled out Natasha's number. He was not sure if the number still worked or not, but he decided to give it a shot.

"Hello?" that familiar female sound answered the phone on the other end.

"Natasha?"