Ohhhhh nooo I'm sorry guys, but this one's a little sappy. I know ew. But hey, they've been through a lot of shit so I think they deserve it. ;) Enjoy.

Sasha opened her eyes to warm sunlight falling across her face. She stretched out and stopped, looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling. She sat up and realized she was sitting in a bed inside an equally strange room. She glanced down at her body, she was wearing her usual clothes. She rubbed her temples, trying to remember anything she might have missed from the day before. She threw her legs over the bed and noticed she didn't feel any pain anywhere on her body.

She looked down to tug at the collar of her shirt, but there was no stitches or cuts. Come to think of it, her skin looked almost flawless. Her eyes scanned the room, it was an old Victorian home. Very elegant and welcoming. She stood up to walk over to the door, she cautiously stepped closer and peered out, but there was no one in sight. She furrowed her brows and finally walked into the long hallway, the house felt warm.

As she further inspected the large house, she spotted a stairway that curved downstairs. She looked over the balcony and couldn't help but feel she's been here before.

The lower level was just as beautiful, long red curtains draped over the tall windows, the sun was so bright that she could barely see outside. She desperately wanted to know whose home she was in, it must have been a person of wealth to have such an immaculate place like this. But no matter where she looked, there was no one around, only silence.

"Hello?" she called out, but there was no answer

She huffed and turned back down the hall, just a few feet away she saw the front door. She walked closer and turned the handle. The light nearly blinded her as she lifted her arm to block her face. She took a step forward and the door quickly shut behind her. Sasha jumped and turned back, but instead of standing on the porch of the house, she was back inside. Except now the house was rugged and broken down, she quickly turned around to see three doors splayed across the wall in front of her.

There were words on each one that looked as if they were written in blood.

Not Scary at All

Scary

Very Scary

She furrowed her brows as she inched closer. Her eyes glanced to the door labeled Not Scary at All. She reached down and turned the door knob, but there was nothing but a brick wall blocking the way. Sasha gave a look of confusion before turning and opening the door labeled Scary, but as soon as she opened it, she was only met with a brick wall. She finally turned to the last door and opened it, not surprisingly seeing the same result.

Sasha groaned in frustration and stepped back, crossing her arms. She stopped when she heard whispers behind her, she slowly turned her head to see a man crouched down on the ground next to a broken-down baby crib. He looked eerily similar to Roman but was instead wearing a clown suit and had orange hair with makeup on.

"Roman?" she asked softly

The man snapped his head back to her, his eyes glowing bright yellow as he started grinning with sharp teeth poking out. She swallowed down the fear she was feeling and knelt about five feet away from him, he was chewing on something that looked like a tiny hand. She shot up while he mirrored her. She stepped back, and he started chuckling, but it didn't sound like Roman's laugh, despite the obvious similarities.

He looked down at her stomach and smirked, taking a quick stride towards her. Sasha twisted around and noticed there was only one door in front of her now. There was blood splattered across the surface with what looked like children's hand prints covering every inch of the door. Something grabbed her arm and she winced at the force of the grip. She looked to see the man pull her closer, she kicked him back so that he landed on the crib. Breaking it. She panted and bolted for the door opening, turning and slamming it shut.

She stood and stared at the door, after a few moments of silence, she jumped at the loud banging coming from the other side of the door. The thumps were so loud that his arm broke through the door, Sasha winced as his hand reached out to grab her. She quickly turned until she ran into something firm.

"No!" she screamed

"Sasha."

Sasha stopped and opened her eyes to see Roman looking down at her, she glanced around the hall and noticed the house was once again back to its prime. Sunlight hit his body as he held her close to him. She softened her eyes and held him closer to her, he complied and wrapped his arms around her body.

She looked back to the door, but it was now the room she woke up in, she looked back up to Roman.

"Am I dead?" She whispered in fear

Roman stared at her before shaking his head, "No."

"Where am I?"

He surveyed her green eyes, "Home."

She looked around, walking away from Roman while he watched her. Now it was coming back to her, she walked back over to the balcony and remembered looking down at one of Romanoff's workers from this angle of the building.

Neibolt

She let out a long breath and closed her eyes, lifting her hand to grab her head, feeling a bit dizzy.

Roman grabbed her arms and steadied her, she looked back up at him, "Is this real?"

His eyes never left her, "I made it as real as I could."

"So, this is all an illusion then?"

He slowly released her, "Sort of."

She looked back down to the front door, "Can I leave?" she asked

Roman frowned, "Why would you want to leave?" he asked

She looked out of the windows, "I don't. I just want to know if I can."

He sighed, "No."

She slowly nodded, "Oh."

Roman took a step closer to her, "You said you wanted normal," he started

Her eyes considered his.

"I tried to make this as normal as I could for you," he confessed awkwardly

Sasha watched him, he looked a bit concerned and she couldn't keep herself from smiling.

"It's very beautiful."

Roman's eyes gleamed with mild delight at her approval. She walked closer to him and wrapped her arms around his slim body. He froze at her touch until she felt him slowly press her back.

"I have something to show you," he said

She looked up to him as he grabbed her hand and led her back down the steps into the large corridor past the arched entrance. They ended up in a room filled with rows of books stacked on the wall, she gasped and walked further into the room. There were endless pieces of literature about history and different languages. She brushed her fingers over the spines of the books.

Roman stepped closer to her with his arms behind his back, "I...Hope you like it. I know how much you like to read."

Sasha smiled and stared at him, "I love it. Thank you Roman."

Roman cleared his throat and shrugged, "I just thought," he struggled to find the right words, "if you were to get bored of this. Of me."

Sasha creased her brows.

"That this might help. You know with. All that."

She watched him, but he refused to look at her.

"How could I get bored of you?" she replied, as if he'd just insulted her

He glanced back up.

"As long as you're here. I could never be bored. It's as simple as that."

Roman gave a quick smile before looking away and heading down the hall, "Okay."

She quirked her head, "Roman?"

She followed him and reached for his arm, "Where are you going?"

He didn't respond, she felt a rush of dizziness wash over her again and nearly fell before Roman caught her.

"I'm sorry," she said softly

Roman stood silent until picking her up and lifting her in his arms, she rested her head on his shoulder. He walked up the steps and headed for the room, he walked inside and placed her on the bed. He sat crouched on the side of her on the floor.

"Do you remember anything?" he asked

She looked around in thought, "I remember being locked up. Underneath the city, I remember being afraid" her eyes saddening, "And I remember seeing my brother."

Roman nodded, "Do you remember killing Aiden?"

She glanced back at him, "No."

He pursed his lips, "Probably best you don't."

A look of concern flashed across her face, "What about Bruce?"

Roman frowned and sighed, turning his head to the door and whistling. The Doberman came running through the hallway and into the room. Sasha widened her eyes, "Bruce!" and smiled as the dog hopped on the bed and jumped on Sasha, licking her face.

She giggled and scratched his ears. Roman rolled his eyes and shoved the dog off the bed. Bruce panted and sat down on the floor, peering up at him.

"Go away," he ordered

Bruce whined and turned around, trotting back down the hall. Sasha smirked as she watched Roman shut the door.

"You two seem to be getting along."

He grunted, "Hardly."

She chuckled and sat up on the bed, staring at him. Roman stopped in front of her, looking down as he opened his mouth and stared at her in a different kind of hunger. She reached over for his hand and pulled him closer, Roman eagerly obeyed and crawled over her small body, kissing her heatedly. Sasha wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her leg while Roman groped her thigh.

He grunted when she bit his lip, making it bleed. He pulled back and looked to her, she reached up and licked the blood off his mouth, savoring the taste. He smiled against her lips, "I told you," and trailed his lips down her neck. She rolled her eyes and held him close.

Roman squeezed her hips and licked her collarbone, Sasha moaned at his touch. Roman did the same when he heard her, only arousing him more. She let out a heated breath but stopped and gently pulled Roman up, his brown hair falling over his face.

She brought him up to lay aside of her, Roman panted as he stared at her in confusion. She looked down and placed a hand on her stomach.

"What's going to happen?" she asked

Roman looked down at her stomach, "I don't know. This has never happened to me before."

She sighed, "This isn't going to last is it?"

He watched her, before pulling her closer to him, "I'm afraid not Sasha."

She closed her eyes, taking in his scent and nuzzling into his neck, feeling tears forming in her eyes.

"But that doesn't mean I won't try."

She opened her eyes and looked up at him. Roman placed his hand on her stomach for the very first time. She could tell how much it made him uncomfortable, but he didn't move away.

"You're a good man Roman, deep down I know you are."

He didn't say anything, he grabbed her face and pulled her into another kiss. She closed her eyes and kissed him back. He pulled back and held her close to him, she felt safe in his arms and rested her head against his chest. Hearing his heartbeat.

He ran his finger through her silver hair as she slowly fell into a deep slumber. Roman watched her as her breathes became long and relaxed, he brushed his hand across the curve of her back. Roman smiled and laid his head atop of hers. Smelling her hair.

It was unusual since this kind of stuff was foreign to him. And each time he tried to distance himself from Sasha, it always made things worse. And now, having her here, like this, somehow felt…good? He clenched his jaw, how could she make him feel this way? How dare she put him in this position.

But against his better judgment, he allowed himself to smile and close his eyes, because for the first time he finally felt calm.

He felt at peace.