Child's Play

Summary: Or, how Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff fell in love.

A/N: This will be a collection of drabbles, because curse my writer's block- I can't stick to one story without starting another one. So this is just drabbles & thank god I've stumbled upon 'The Nanny Diaries' or else I wouldn't be fangirling this hard.

As well, since school is coming up in a week or so, this is my attempt at trying to get back into the 'writing scene' for Language Arts, considering I haven't been writing frequently.

There is no timeline to these chapters.

No beta & all mistakes are mine.

Please review- & I hope you enjoy.

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Disclaimer: As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, I, passionately happy, do not own any recognizable parties used in this fanfiction.

"Love is for children," she says.

"It doesn't have to be," he replies.

trente-six.

"Pondering the mysteries of life, I see?"

Natasha sighs and turns her back on the New York Skyline, eyeing the Captain with a raised eyebrow. "Maybe. What is it to you?"

"A hot beverage made by yours truly," Steve says in reply and closes the balcony door behind him, holding out a cup of coffee to the redhead whilst clutching his own cup of hot chocolate to his chest.

"Black Coffee?" Natasha asks, smiling cheekily.

Steve blushed. "We've been coffee buddies for a while now."

"That's sweet," the spy responded, walking over to press a kiss to his cheek. She took the coffee from his waiting hands and the pair's attention becomes diverted to the bright skyline.

For a few moments, the soldier and the spy stood in silence, sipping from their respective cups.

Then,

"How does it feel?"

"How does what feel?" Steve asks.

"Dying and coming to life again," she states, looking into his eyes.

Steve stared back, but Natasha could detect a faint wince overcoming her features. "It's... disheartening," he chuckled darkly, ripping his gaze away from the spy. "Back in the 1940s, I belonged. I had Peggy and Bucky, I wasn't technologically-inept and people looked up to me as a hero, not teased me because there's apparently something wrong with my butt."

Natasha bites back a smile. "It's quite the opposite, actually."

The Captain inhales. "I can't be a hero for everyone in this age because I don't understand it. I wish I died like I should've when that plane crashed."

"Don't say that," Natasha said fiercely, drawing back the Captain's gaze. "You may be from the 1940s but that doesn't mean you don't belong. You're an amazing leader, have awesome combat skills and you're ridiculously talented at drawing."

Steve opens his mouth to reinstate his brooding mood, but Natasha cuts him off with a swift glare.

"Don't you dare berate your drawing skills," she warned. "A wise man once said that Imagination is Timeless. You may be the man out of time but that doesn't mean that time has run out for you to belong."

A/N: I wrote this in LA class for y'all- which explains the Walt Disney quote at the end. I apologize for not updating a lot!