February 10th: You two against the world.

Zombie AU!

Steve clutched the gun he hand in his hands close to his chest at the sound of the groans. He pushed up against the wall to hide himself. The bastards that now plagued the Earth limping closer and closer to him by the second.

The shadows danced, the brink and robotic movements of the monsters projected onto the wall of the building.

He quickly turned off the pillar, letting the ring of gunfire fill the air as he mowed down the monsters. He ran as soon as the ammo ran out, trying to not only gain height and distance. He run up the stairs, leaping up them 3 at a time till he reached the roof of the building. He didn't dare to look back or slow down as he built up the speed to try and jump over the alleyway between him and the next building.

He managed to outrun the beasts and headed back towards his base but on the way back he heard clanging. Unsure whether or not it was a Zombie he slowly approached, his gun raised in defence. Sure it was empty and he had no extra ammo left but that didn't mean that it didn't give him some confidence.

Steve had been a soldier in the army before all this started less than a month ago. No one knew how it started. Some said it was because of a dude named Bruce Banner, others said it was Tony Stark messing around. There were guesses everywhere from the army to aliens.

Steve had lost his first love, Peggy, to the war. Then his best friend was bit in the first week. He had lost Bucky. He had no one now, just the zombies that had once been people following him, calling for his death. For their food.

The clanging sounded like empty cans hitting a wall then bouncing down to the ground. Maybe a raccoon. A raccoon would feed him for a day, maybe two if Steve was lucky. Meat nowadays was limited to Raccoons, Pigeons, and whatever else you could find. His, gun still lifted he slowly rounded the corner.

Before he could see the alley bandit he was attacked, his gun snagged out of his hands to his attackers. They moved so quickly that the only thing Steve could see was fiery red coming off of them. He quickly swung a punch, managing to land it on the jaw of his attacker causing them to stagger backwards into the shadows.

They had punched him earlier in the attack and due to this Steve had to spit out the blood that had filled his saliva. In this moment of distraction he felt the cold metal of the barrel of his gun pressed to his chest.

"Stand down," the voice hissed in an angry tone.

Steve looked up to see the red he'd seen before, only this time he was allowed to see that it was actually hair. The owner looked to be around 5'5. Their glowing green eyes watched him in suspicion.

"You're not one of them," the owner realized. They didn't lower the gun at this revelation like Steve expected.

"I'm not a zombie if that's what you're implying," Steve blurted out.

"I can see that," the voice snapped.

Only now did Steve realize it was a feminine sounding voice.

"You're a women?" he stated in shock.

"Ya? What's the big deal about that?" she sneered at him, "Just cause I'm a women doesn't mean I can't handle myself!"

"I wasn't saying that!" Steve yelped trying to undo what he had done, "I was just surprised! I haven't see another human in so long that..."

"If you ever did you expected it to be a guy like you?" she scoffed.

"Well... ya," Steve admitted. He knew if he didn't then it would get far worse than it already was.

She looked over Steve before lowering the gun, "Natasha," she stated tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

Steve staggered standing up, realizing that she was giving him her name, "Steve," he smiled, "Now can I have my gun back?"

-1 year later-

"Are they all dead?" she asked in shock at the idea as she looked over the layer of dead zombie corpses that littered the streets of New York.

"I think so... there was this pulse that came out of what use to be Stark Tower last night... and they just all dropped," Steve explained using his hand as if it were the brim of a cap, trying not to be blinded by the morning sun.

"So we're safe?" Natasha stuttered in shock looking over at the man, clutching the fragile bundle close to her chest.

"Ya... I think we are," Steve beamed, the feeling of relief feeling him at the thought, a smile growing on his face.

"You think or you know Steve? If you don't know then we're not going out there," Natasha proclaimed.

"I know. We're going to be safe, he's going to be safe."

Natasha looked down at the bundle, lifting the blanket that protected it from the glowing sun. It squirmed a little at the sudden change in the air and lighting trying to bury itself deeper into her chest, wanting to continue sleeping.

"James is going to be just fine."