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.
Reviews keep me going. If you're liking the story, please review! I need to know if this story is worth continuing.
I never do disclaimers because I trust people are smart enough to decipher who owns what, but for safety measures...
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-huit.
Natasha awoke to a loud bang.
Startled, the assassin drew her gun from under her pillow, pointing it in the direction of the crash.
A... wall?
A rush of concern coursed through Natasha's body for Steve was the occupant of the room next to hers.
Her blood ran cold as she pondered the implications of what was going on- could an intruder be present on the premises? Although Stark's security was the best in the world, Natasha knew it had its chinks. Therefore, the assassin double checked her door to see if it was locked and climbed into the ventilation system leading into Steve's room, guns and ammunition hidden in her pajamas.
What she saw was something she did not expect.
Standing in the middle of the room was Steve, looking sweaty and just plain exhausted. His room was literally in tatters; his closet door was ripped off, clothes strewn haphazardly around the floor, his bed turned over and broken. Natasha watched with morbid fascination as Steve picked up his desk with a choked sob and threw it against the wall so violently that the spy was surprised that it didn't break.
Steve then crumpled to the floor, a whimper wrangling its way out of his throat. The redhead watched as Steve picked up a fallen piece of paper and caressed it, holding it gently.
"Peggy," he whispered, tears falling down his cheeks.
And at that moment, Natasha realized she was intruding on something private. She knew she should go and attempt to comfort him- he is her captain after all. But that was not the way the Black Widow rolls.
So she turned around to slither back to her room.
But she couldn't help but look back.
A/N: Thank you, "Knead Me" for the prompt! Gurl, you be giving me good prompts! (: I'm officially inspired once again ~ therefore faster updates! Yippee! (:
Update for the next week: So, cutoffs for report cards is this Friday and therefore for this whole week, I'm going to be working my arse off so I can try for Honours this year. (: So at the least, I can say that my next update may be next Friday! (:
But I needeth your prompts, mes Amis! So keep em coming please and thanks-a-you!
Live long and prosper!
~ Jazzy