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that positive review I got. guys if your an author and your reading this you know what its like to get a review. So please please please review. Also, I have another story I'm working on called This Could Be The Start. So if you read that you have to read Navy Blue by my best friend Molly. She also has another story that's super good called Playing With Fire.
Natasha's point of view
That evening, after my furniture had been unpacked and set up, Mr. Dugan had showed me to the market and helped me pick out a few necessary groceries. I had just gotten home about 20 minutes ago, and in that time, I had eaten a small can of soup, and unpacked slightly, but nothing was helping. I was desperately trying to get my mind off of that man that I had seen. Finally I had decided to sit down and read a book, hoping that would help. Although he was small, thin, and sickly looking, I couldn't help but think he was handsome. He had dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes. His skin was pail and withered. But there was something handsome about his sickly features. My thoughts are interrupted by a knocking at the door. I set down my book, (that I wasn't really reading)and walk over to the door and open it. I expected to see Mr. Dugan, or perhaps even Agent Carter, but instead I see the man. I am suddenly embarrassed by my appearance. My dress is wrinkled and my hair has fallen out of its bun and become tangled.
"Um...hi. M...my name is Steve. I...I live a couple apartments up." the man says.
I try not to laugh at his nervousness.
"I'm Natasha. Natasha Romanoff." I say.
I step to the side and open thee door more gesturing for him to come in.
"thanks." he says,
I nod and close the door.
Steves Point of view
I had seen the red head walk into her apartment about 20 minutes ago. I pull one last comb through my hair before slipping my shoes on and walking toward the beautiful dames apartment. As I stare at her door I relize how sweaty my palms are. I had never actually talked to a girl like this. Sure Bucky had introduced me to plenty of beautiful women before but she was different. Much different. I sigh before whipping my sweaty hands on my pants before knocking. I stand out side for a brief moment, bouncing on the balls of my feet before the dor opens and I see the woman. Her white dress was wrinkled and her hair had fallen out of its bun and was tangled. Her imperfections just made her more perfect.
"Um...hi. M...my name is Steve. I...I live a couple apartments up." I say.
Great job Rogers. You just blew it. Although you never really had a chance. She was way out of your league any way.
But instead of closing the door on me, the woman smiled.
With her full red lips, strait white teeth, dazzling emerald green eyes, and dimpled cheeks, the woman had the perfect facial complexion when she smiled.
"I'm Natasha. Natasha Romanoff." She says.
She side steps and opens the door more, inviting me in.
Natasha's point of view.
Steve I like that. I look at him. He is standing in the door way awkwardly. I laugh.
"You can come in." I say.
"Oh! Uh...thanks." he says walking over and sitting on my couch.
I walk over to my fridge and grab two Russian beers. I open them, and walk over, sitting down on the couch, and handing Steve one. He looks shocked.
"Where did you get this? The only place you can get alcohol now is boot lagers with the prohibition laws." Steve said.
"There's prohibition laws? I did not know. I just moved here from Russia. I brought this with me." I say realizing my mistake almost immediately.
"Your from Russia?"
I hesitate. Images of the Red Room flashed through my mind, and my left wrist started to hurt from the tight hand cuff chafes I had acquired over the years. I quickly pull my left sleeve down a little bit farther before I nod.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." he says blushing.
"N...no. Its ok." I say smiling.
...
It was about 9:00 and Steve was standing up.
"Thank you for every thing. But I should be going." he says.
I nod with a smile. He is the first real friend I have ever had. I stood up and walked him to the door.
"Good night ma'am." Steve says
"Please. No need for the formalities. Call me Natasha." I say laughing at his politeness. He returned the smile.
"Ok. Thank you, Natasha."
Ok guys. I know this is a short chapter and I wanted to make it longer I just didn't have any thing else to put in this chapter. Also. For the Next two weeks, I will be having a vote on your guys' favorite names. This will be important but for what I shall not say. So. Your Choices are:
Kayley
Sara
Laurel
Kate
Maddy
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