Child's Play
Summary: Or, how Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff fell in love.
I need some prompts! Lack of prompts may prompt me to go on a hiatus for lack of ideas and sometimes, chapters may seem repetitive. So please please give me prompts!
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.
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 responds.
trente-sept.
"So this is how Captain America spends his free time, huh?"
Said Captain nods, a smile creeping onto his face. "I've always drabbled quite a bit in the performing arts."
Natasha raises an eyebrow. "A bit?" she asks, gesturing to the guitar in the Captain's hands. "That riff I heard you play earlier cannot be 'a bit'."
"What can I say, my mother was a great musician," he replies, doing his best impersonation of Tony's pompous smirk. Caught off guard, Natasha began to laugh. Steve smiled along with her, shifting over so the spy could have leg room beside him along the ledge.
For a moment, silence spread between the two, save for the ongoing traffic below the pair.
Then,
"So what brings you here to the balcony?"
Natasha shrugged. "Can't a woman go out and see the natural wonders of the city she lives in?"
"Not a valid reason, Ms. Romanoff," he replies mock-sternly, making the spy scoff.
"Everything I say is valid," she retorts.
"Ridiculous," he replies, starting to play a complicated riff on his guitar, completely silencing the convo as Nat stared, enamoured. Catching this, the Captain quirked a smile.
"What I like about music is that when it hits you, you don't feel pain."
A/N: -hides-
Okay, so it's been more than a month since I updated last. But I do have a few entries written however I really am in need of some prompts. So if you have a prompt, feel free to message me/drop a review. Thanks a dozen! (:
~ Jazzy/Jazzi, whatever you wanna call me. (;