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As soon as Hill had contacted her, Natasha had dropped everything and hurried for the hospital. Perhaps, she had driven a little dangerously fast, but nothing mattered. Every minor detail around her was blurred, distorted, unimportant. Her hands had been sweaty as she gripped the steering wheel, and the lights of other cars flashed past her.
Fury was shot.
Fury was dying.
She pushed the glass door open to the viewing gallery on the surgical floor with too much force, but luckily, it did not shatter from the force. Her heart tightened as she recognised the muscular back and sandy-coloured hair of the man standing already watching, but she moved to his side and locked her gaze on what was going on in front of them.
She had never seen Fury helpless. Now, as he lay there with countless surgeons moving around him as his life seeped away before them, she wished she could just look away and pretend that this wasn't happening.
What had happened?
Although she had learnt long ago that no one was invincible in this cruel world, she had always thought of Nicky Fury as being somewhat untouchable. The first time she had met him, she had been a little intimidated. Not because he was terrifying to look at, or because she feared he'd just shoot her there and then. But, he had looked at her without a hint of hatred, even though he had been the one to send Clint Barton after her. Nick Fury was many things, and had made many decisions that a lot of people found questionable, but he was a good man.
"Is he going to make it?" She asked, but whether she had directed the question at Steve or Hill, who was standing in the corner, she wasn't too sure. She just knew she couldn't bear to look at Steve, because his cold gaze would shatter her.
But, to her surprise, it was Steve that answered. His voice was a hushed, broken whisper as he responded, "I don't know."
Steve. Steve had been there. He was the only one who had seen what had happened,who could give her answers. Hatred towards whoever had done this surged through her veins. She'd find them. She'd track them down, and make them sorry they had ever existed...
"Tell me about the shooter." She demanded.
"He's fast." Steve responded, not looking away from what was happening in front of them. The doctors seemed frantic, as jagged lines continued to cross the screens. "Strong. Had a metal arm."
Hill joined them, her entire body tense. As Fury's most trusted agent and second-in-command, she looked ready to have a break down right there and then. Natasha had never seen the woman cry, and had long ago wondered if perhaps Hill hadn't been capable of such a thing. But now, it was clear that Maria Hill was as human as they came. Tough on the outside, fragile on the inside.
"Ballistics?" Natasha checked.
"Three slugs, no rifle and completely untraceable."
Her body went numb, as the tiny pieces in her mind formed an uninvited picture, like looking at a puzzle and being horrified at what looked back at you. "Soviet made."
Hill, clearly surprised at Natasha's quick observation, turned to address her, but then they were all distracted when Fury started to code. The surgeons were so quick as they attempted to save him, that their actions seemed to be all but a blur, but when that horrible beeping noise suddenly went flat, the world around Natasha started to crumble.
Nick Fury had given her a second chance. All those years ago, when she had stood beside Clint Barton as the Director regarded her with his remaining eye, an eye that never missed a beat, that seemed to stare right through her. He was a man who knew every horror she had committed, and yet, he had offered her a lifeline. An opportunity to make up for all the terrible, terrible things she had done in her life. A chance to do something good, to potentially give her life protecting people. And yet here he was, dying right in front of her. The man she had always thought of as untouchable.
"Don't do this to me, Nick." She whispered, not meaning for the words to actually escape her lips, but they were already spoken.
Beside her, she was aware that Steve had moved slightly closer, and for a minute, she thought he might wrap his arms around her and hold her. That was what she wanted. What she needed. His closeness, his voice whispering in her ear that everything was going to be okay. The warm scent of cinnamon, the way his arms would hold her so tightly yet so preciously.
But, Steve didn't move any closer, and Natasha had never felt more alone.
When each attempt to bring Nick back proved to be in vain, Natasha felt as if she was going to throw up. Tears stung her eyes, and she refused to let them fall. The Black Widow would not cry. In that moment, Natasha had to channel that part of her, that darkness that lurked deep inside still, because without it, she would simply crumble to the floor and never stop crying.
Like a switch, she cut off her emotions, losing herself in the feeling of hopeless nothing. Something she had trained herself to do, ever since she was a little girl. By sinking into that darkness, she was able to convince herself that nothing could hurt her, because nothing could find her there.
Steve left the room as the doctors declared the time of death. Even Hill had to leave.
Natasha stared across at the face of the man who had offered her a lifeline. Her emotions clawed at her from inside, but she refused to let them control her. Be strong, she told herself, her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her nails almost drew blood.
Half an hour later, as she stood over Nick Fury's dead body, covered by a blanket from the shoulders down, she was acutely aware of someone entering the room behind her.
It broke through her trance, bringing her away from the darkness that surrounded her, anchoring her away from losing herself. Because of this, she didn't have to even look to know who was standing behind her. Steve had always had this effect on her. As if his goodness kept her steady. Kept her functioning. Reminded her that there might just be a little bit of light inside her worth protecting.
"Are you hurt?" Natasha whispered the question that she had wanted to ask as soon as she had seen him. He'd been there, he'd been in just as much danger, and yet the killer had let him walk away.
He made no move towards her. For a moment, she feared she had truly lost him.
It's what you deserve, the voice snarled. He doesn't trust you. He doesn't care for you. He never did, you foolish girl.
When Steve did reply, his voice seemed distant. Shut off. As if he wasn't addressing a friend. Any hope that Natasha still held that he could perhaps forgive her vanished, leaving behind a cold space in her chest. "No."
That small piece of knowledge, the reassurance that at least Steve was okay, brought her a small amount of comfort. She clung to that, but didn't turn to look at him. She couldn't bear to see the hatred in his eyes, to see the anger that he had for her because of what she had done. It would be her undoing.
Hill joined them, saying quietly that it was time for her to take Fury's body away.
Her tears threatened once again to overwhelm her as Natasha looked down at the body of her mentor, her role model. Nick Fury had seen something in her, something good, that no one had seen in a very long time. Now he was gone, she was scared that all that goodness, all that hope, was lost.
"Natasha,"
Steve was next to her, his voice bringing her back once again. She could feel his closeness, prickling beside her with that tension that always stood between them. His breath tickled her throat.
She swallowed. She couldn't do it. She couldn't look at him. He hated her, and Fury was gone. Perhaps, she deserved to be alone. Perhaps, the world was finally bringing karma to her for her awful past.
Placing her hand on Fury's forehead, she silently said her goodbyes. I'm sorry. Then, she turned and left, without so much as looking at Steve. She was aware that he had reached for her, but his attempt seemed half-hearted, as his fingers only grazed the sleeve of her jacket.
The corridor of the hospital was filled with people rushing from one place to the other. They were either working or visiting. None of them had any idea whose body now lay lifeless in the room she just left. None of them knew Nick Fury. None of them realised exactly what the world had just lost. What she had just lost.
But, as she walked away, something changed inside her. That hollow, unbearable grieve turned into cold, determined rage. She would find whoever was responsible for this, and she would kill them herself.
"Natasha,"
Steve had followed her out, and she spun on her heels to face him. He stopped instantly, as if surprised by her sudden change of temper. Pushing her grief aside, she forced herself to concentrate on what mattered now. Justice. Revenge.
"Why was Fury in your apartment?" She demanded. She had to make sense of this all. She had to wrap her head around why Fury had decided it would be so important to make a personal visit to Steve. Why not call him in for a meeting the next day? Why not bring back up? Nick Fury was - had been - anything but sloppy. Yet this impulsive visit had cost him his life.
The thought of Steve being in danger, in such danger that Fury couldn't wait that long to warn him of something, gripped Natasha so tightly she thought it would crush her. She wouldn't track down the shooter just because of Nick. She'd do it to wipe out any threat to Steve's life, and she'd do so without a second thought.
Mindless killer. Assassin. Huntress. The voices taunted her, finding her in her moment of vulnerability and digging into her like claws. She shut them out, blood roaring in her ears.
Steve sighed. "I don't know." Guarded. His blunt answer was indication enough.
Would it always be this way between them now? Not trusting one another? As they looked at each other, Natasha wished she knew what was going through his mind, what he felt when he now looked at her. She was an expert on hiding any shred of emotion from her face, and Steve was just as infuriatingly good at it as she was.
"Captain," Rumlow, having broken away from the officers whom he'd been in deep conversation with previously, interrupted them. His dark eyes flicked from Steve to Natasha, before landing back on the captain. "They want you back at SHIELD."
"Yeah, give me a second." Steve said, not removing his gaze from Natasha's. He longed to pull her into his arms and never let go. Even if the world around them fell apart, he'd have her with him. They'd burn together.
"Nope, they want you now." Rumlow insisted, clearly not caring about pushing Steve tonight.
Steve turned his body, clearly irritated. Rumlow had always had a way of getting under his skin, but he wasn't about to cause a scene in the middle of a hospital, when Fury's dead body was in the room behind them. "Okay."
They shared a look, like two alphas facing each other, before Rumlow dipped his head and backed away.
Natasha glowered at Steve. "You're a terrible liar." He was hiding something from her, something important to both of them. Why?
Because you betrayed his trust, the voice reminded her. You went against him, and he'll never forgive you. You don't deserve his forgiveness. You don't deserve him.
Fine, if he wasn't going to help him, she'd do it on her own.
With one last furious glare at him, she spun round and stormed down the corridor, pushing the double doors open and not caring when they thundered against the wall.
Rumlow may be under Steve's skin, but Captain America had the same effect on her, and she hated it.
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Steve's head was muddled. It had been muddled for days now, keeping him up at night. For days, he had sought answers for the thousands of questions that were surging through his head constantly, like a swarm of angry bees that wouldn't stop stinging him, driving him crazier by the minute.
Why had Fury come to his apartment that night?
What had he meant when he told Steve to trust no one?
What was going on inside SHIELD, which currently felt like a nest filled with double agents and hidden agendas?
And where, where was Natasha?
He hadn't seen or heard from her since the hospital. But, he had a sinking feeling that her silence was purposeful. If she didn't want to get in contact with him, there was no way of him being able to find her. Sometimes, he was convinced that Natasha Romanoff processed a secret power, the ability to conceal herself into the shadows and simply disappear.
After his recent escapade in the elevator with Rumlow and his cronies, Steve was furious. Furious at the world, at Fury for leaving him with no answers and just burning questions. Furious that it seemed that everyone he trusted seemed to be just waiting to betray him.
So, he returned to the hospital, to the vending machine where he had seen the UBS stick hidden behind the chewing gum.
Only, this time, there were no pink packets, no silver stick tucked away behind them. It was gone.
There was a loud popping noise behind him, and in the reflection of the machine, he could see a glimpse of familiar, bright red hair and piercing green eyes.
Without a word, he turned, grabbed her and pushed her back into an empty gallery where his super hearing had already established there was no one performing any surgeries in the next room. He shoved her into the wall, throwing his hood down.
She made a noise as her back collided with the wall behind her, but she glared up at him with that fire in her eyes that always drove him crazy.
Perhaps, having spent so long away from her, he needed the closeness, even though he wasn't sure how he felt about her. His body longed for hers, which was so tantalisingly close right now. So, he didn't back away from her, didn't let her go. Instead, he stood so close that it was merely inches keeping them apart.
"Where is it?" He demanded.
"Safe," Was her response. Unbeknownst to him, her skin was covered in goosebumps, an effect he caused her by being this close. Despite the fact he probably hated her right now, she still found it useless to pretend that she didn't find him sinfully attractive, especially when he was like this.
"It's better be." He growled.
"Where did you get it?" She demanded, and it wasn't clear who was interrogating who here. Even though it was Steve who had her pinned, Natasha could have easily gotten herself away from him. But she didn't. She didn't move.
She'd missed him too much.
"Why would I tell you?" Their trust was broken, and he wasn't sure if it would ever be repaired. How did he know that she hadn't been lying to him this entire time, pretending to be someone she wasn't? What if she knew how he cared for her, and had used it as an advantage? She could have used his confused feelings against him, in a cruel way that he never thought she was capable of doing, not to him anyway. But, it had become quite clear over the past few days that he barely knew the woman in front of him, even after two years.
Her eyes fell upon his lips, hovering so close to her own that she could almost taste his breath. "Fury gave it to you. Why?"
"What's on it?"
"I don't know."
Another low, warning growl. "Stop. Lying." He bit out.
Normally, she would have smirked up at him by now, and probably would have bitten her lower lip in the way she knew captured his attention. Not today. "I only act like I know everything, Rogers."
Rogers. It had been a long time since she had addressed him by just his surname.
He checked over his shoulder. Was she working alone? "But you knew Fury hired the pirates, didn't you?"
She shrugged. "Well, it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so did you."
He grasped her upper arms tightly, in such a sudden action that it made her jump. His face came even closer to hers as his eyes bore into her. "I'm not going to ask you again."
Even like this, angry with her and distrusting, she couldn't ignore the effect he had on her. Her heart screamed at her in her chest as her breathing became slower, shallower. Her entire body burned for him. There was a tightness that had taken over her, running through the veins. "I know who killed Fury." The words came out as slightly louder than a whisper.
Steve froze, but his hold on her instantly loosened.
Eyes scanning his reaction, Natasha continued, "Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists." Maybe, she shouldn't be giving away all that she had found, but she couldn't bear for him to continue hating her. If he walked out of here without her, a piece of her would go with him. "The ones who do call him the Winter Soldier. He's credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years."
A niggling feeling in the back of his mind told him to be cautious about what she was telling him, because he couldn't quite believe that she would tell him the whole truth. She had gone behind his back before, what was stopping her from doing it again?
"So, he's a ghost story." He remarked, with a small snort of disbelief.
"Five years ago, I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran. Somebody shot at my tires, near Odessa, we lost control, went straight over a cliff. I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer so he shot him, straight through me." She lifted the side of her shirt, revealing her pale body stomach and a large scar. "Sovient slug. No rifling. Bye-bye bikinis."
Steve didn't quite know what possessed him in that next moment, but his hand dropped from her arm to cup her slender waist, his thumb stroking it slowly. The feeling of her skin underneath his was enough to make him forget everything that had happened between them lately, if only for a few seconds. All he could think off, all that there was in his world right now, was Natasha.
She surrounded him, with that scent of citrus and bold emerald eyes. She was everywhere. She was everything. It was the most overpowering thing he had ever felt in his entire life.
Natasha, on the other hand, held her breath the second his thumb grazed over her scar. It was ugly, there was no denying it. She couldn't bear to have people looking at it, so she always kept it covered. But, Steve didn't flinch in disgust from it, didn't so much as blink as she revealed it. Instead, his thumb kissed over it, and it was enough to send shivers down her spine.
"Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now." He mumbled, and for a moment, their familiar flirting was back. It eased tension away from both their bodies.
The muscles in her cheek twitched as she refused to allow a smile to form on her face. His sharp eyes picked up on this.
"Going after him is a dead end. I know it is." She told him. If he was going to charge off after this Winter Solider without her, she needed to warn him. "I've tried. Like you said, he's a ghost story."
She held up the UBS, and they both looked down at it, unsure of what move the other one would make next. Would he grab it and run, causing her to have to chase him through the hospital and make a scene? Would she grab his hand, which still rested on her bare stomach, twist his arm and leave him in a crumbled mess while she escaped?
"Then let's find out what the ghost wants." He decided, and she allowed him to take the UBS from her.
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"First rule of going on the run is don't run, walk." Natasha explained.
Steve, who had never had to pretend to be someone else, hated uncover missions. Hence why, he had never been forced to go uncover before. That had always been left to Natasha, who now found it second nature to think of a whole new personna and develop it into a character.
Right now, they were making their way through the crowded shopping mall, wearing clothes which Natasha had managed to get her hands on. She had allowed herself to take notice of how well Steve's jeans fit, however his casual look was made slightly ridiculous by the cap he wore. Still, the idea was to blend in, so she had had a little fun when picking out his outfit.
"If I run in these shoes, they're going to fall off." He mumbled back, glancing around them like a deer in headlights. He really needed to relax.
Still, they managed to make their way to the computer store without raising any suspicion. No one so much as glanced in their direction, something that definitely would never have happened if Captain America and the Black Widow had decided to go out for a spontaneous shopping trip.
Quickly, Natasha plugged the UBS in to one of the sample laptops and started to break her way through its coded web of systems, wishing slightly that Tony - or, more importantly, Jarvis - was with them right now. Of course, she could navigate through such complex systems as easily as the best of them, but the flashing images and endless numbers did make her head hurt.
Steve hovered close to her, almost pressing into her side, in an attempt to look like a cosy couple browsing, as well as blocking the view of the screen from anyone passing by. Natasha didn't protest about his closeness, as she felt the familiar heat that always glowed around him.
"How much time will we have?" Steve asked, as she told him that soon enough, SHIELD would know exactly where they, and the stick, were. An invisible countdown had started the moment that UBS had been plugged in.
"About nine minutes from...now." The spy quickly made her way through the systems, feeling slightly dizzy from all the symbols appearing on the screen in front of her alongside maps and various other images.
As she did her thing, Steve kept watch. He glanced around them, at all the normal people going about their day without realising what was happening right in front of them. He felt envious of their carefree approach to life. It had been a very long time since he had been able to blur into the background so casually, so long that it felt like someone else's life entirely.
"Fury was right about that ship." She commented, drawing Steve's attention back to the laptop in front of them, where her fingers were working furiously against the keyboard. "Somebody's trying to hide something. This drive is protected by some kind of AI, it keeps rewriting itself…"
"Can you override it?" He asked, shifting closer to get a better look, even though he was kidding himself if he thought he would be able to understand what was displayed in front of him.
"The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me…slightly" Natasha replied, and her emphasis on the particular word had Steve grin slightly. "I'm going to try running a tracer…" Her next few words sounded like a load of noise to him. "If we can't read the file, we can try to see where it came from…"
Just as the ball was starting to roll, a voice interrupted them, causing Steve to jump slightly. "Can I help you guys with anything?" A large, bearded shop assistant asked eagerly, pausing beside them. Clearly having no regard for personal space, he peered around to take a look at the screen for himself, and seemed slightly puzzled when Steve shifted to block his view.
Changing the expression on her face from concentration to smiling, Natasha said, "Oh no, my fiancee was just helping me with some honeymoon destinations." They hadn't actually thought of a back story, but it seemed realistic enough. She ran her hands up and down Steve's muscular arms, enjoying the feeling of the tense muscles but wishing he would relax all the same.
Steve stiffened slightly under her touch, surprised by the cover story he would now have to help make believable. "Right, we're getting married." He laughed awkwardly.
She could have swatted him on the forehead for that. Instead, she resisted the urge and turned back to the laptop, leaving Steve to deal with the overly-friendly assistant as punishment for his terrible acting.
"Congratulations," The guy said, but he didn't leave. "Where are you guys thinking of going?"
Steve glanced over his shoulder. "Um...Jersey."
Two slaps on the forehead for that.
The assistant made a noise of surprise, but then seemed fixated on Steve's face. For a minute, Natasha feared that their cover would be blown; not even glasses to hide Steve's familiar sharp jawline, straight nose and blue eyes. Having your face plastered everywhere wasn't an advantage.
But, then the guy said, "I have the exact same glasses." and Natasha allowed herself to chill.
Unable to resist, she commented, "Wow, you guys are practically twins."
"Ha, I wish!" Out of the corner of her eye, Natasha saw the assistant practically worshipping Steve's muscular body in awe. She had to give it to the guy; Steve was pretty much a god. "Specimen,"
Oh, don't I know it, the spy thought to herself, unable to keep the corner of her mouth from twitching.
Steve awkwardly said goodbye to the assistant, who reluctantly wandered away from them before diving into helping another couple nearby. Either he was just overly friendly, or his pay worked off commission. Either way, Natasha was glad he was gone.
"Did you like making a new friend?" Natasha teased him, looking up at Steve and winking. Her body leaned back subtly into his, a closeness that neither of them minded, as no one moved away.
He rolled his eyes. "Very funny, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself at my expense." Deep down, although he wouldn't admit it, he also found enjoyment in the fact that she wanted to tease him again. It felt as if a weight between them had been lifted, only slightly, but enough to make it more comfortable.
Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth before she responded, "Oh, I'm enjoying it immensely, and don't be such a drama queen."
As always, he was momentarily distracted by the nervous tell of hers. If he was braver, smoother, he imagined he would lean down and kiss away those intents that her teeth had made. But, he didn't, but he didn't miss the way that her eyes had tracked his gaze.
"You said nine minutes," He reminded her, glancing nervously at the watch strapped to his wrist, simply because he needed something to look at that wasn't those emerald eyes or that dangerous smile. "Come on."
She shushed him, giving him a playful shove with her shoulder. She'd missed this, the flirtatious teasing. With Steve, it was as easy as breathing, but also excited her in a way that she couldn't explain. "Relax," A few seconds later, she smiled triumphantly. "Got it."
The location they needed sprang up on the screen, but when Steve leaned closer to get a better look, the look on his face wasn't one of relief. His jaw was locked.
"You know it?" She asked.
"I used to." Grabbing the stick and trying to ignore that sickening twist in his gut, he pulled her away from the laptop. "Let's go."
By the time they had already left the store, Steve had been able to pinpoint several STRIKE team members circling them nearby. Natasha's eagle eyes had also picked them out, especially Rumlow's permanent scowl that ruined his face.
As Steve quickly spiralled off into a hushed escape plan, settling instead into Captain America mode, Natasha rolled her eyes and interrupted him, "Shut up and put your arm around me, laugh at something I said."
Her sharp order took him by surprise, as shown by the hesitant, "What?" before she quickly grabbed his hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, drawing herself into his solid chest. Steve ducked his head and laughed, somewhat awkwardly, as they continued walking through the mall, successfully avoiding drawing attention from the dark-suited men prowling nearby.
"I know I'm funny, but I'm not that funny." She said, as she reluctantly stepped sideways, regaining her position at his side. But, his arm didn't leave her shoulders. He's just keeping up appearances, she reminded herself, even though she knew that Steve was a terrible actor at the best of times, so this move was probably something he had done without even thinking about it.
He snorted. "The sooner we get out of here, the better."
"Am I that terrible to be around?" The question was out of her lips before it had even registered with her brain, but it was too late to take it back. Instead, she looked up at him hotly.
A tinge of pink appeared at his cheeks. Captain America blushing was a sight that she had managed to gain a glimpse of several times in their years together, however it always made her stomach flutter.
As they descended the evaluator, any response that he would have been able to mutter out was cut off when Natasha spotted Rumlow heading directly towards them, only a metre or so blocking them from each other.
She turned to face Steve so quickly that she almost headbutted his chest. "Kiss me."
He choked. "Pardon?"
"Public displays of attention make people very uncomfortable." She reasoned.
"Yes, they do."
Alright, Cap, I get it loud and clear, she thought irritably.
Quickly, she wrapped her hand round the back of his head, bringing his lips down to hers before he could argue any longer. As soon as their lips met, she feared her legs would buckle. It was a safe kiss, a mere brushing of lips, nothing heated or passionate like she had always craved from him. But, because it was his lips against hers, Natasha practically melted against him. SHIELD and the UBS were instantly wiped out of her mind.
Against her, Steve froze, only for the first few seconds. His entire body screamed at him to wrap his arms tightly around her waist, a possessive gesture that would show anyone watching that they belonged to each other. He yearned to brush his tongue against her lips, to seek permission into her mouth and give into his deepest desires.
Blood pounded in his ears as he relaxed into the kiss, feeling her breath tickle his face. As her nails lightly scratched the side of his neck, his mind went to mush.
But, neither of them could act upon their feelings, as Rumlow went past them without a second glance and they found themselves at the button of the elevator.
Reluctantly, Natasha pulled away. Their eyes locked, blue burning into green, and she refused to let her face show just how much she had enjoyed that. "Are you still uncomfortable?" Light-hearted teasing was her attempt at hiding the fact that all she wanted to do was kiss him again.
He cleared his throat. "That's not exactly the word I would use."
His words might as well have been a kick in the gut. She didn't have it in her to push him, to find out exactly what word he would use to describe how that kiss made him feel. Perhaps, after all this time, she really had gotten the wrong idea. Her pride couldn't stand to question whether he had actually enjoyed it or not.
"We need a way out of here." She decided, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. She had more important things to worry about than whether Steve Rogers actually fancied her or not. "We need a car."
"There's a car park to the south of here." He said, leading the way to the exit of the mall. They both ensured that they kept their walk at a casual pace. "Come on."
With a sigh, she followed.
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Again, the Winter Soldier film gave us yet another scene (in the hospital) which only fed my love for these two together. Honestly, I just can't work out why they weren't actually a thing in the movies. I know they were in the comics, but I'd have loved to see Chris Evens and Scarlet Johansson bring that to the scene.
And do not even get me started on the kiss. How cruel, to give us so much and yet so little!?
Hope you are enjoying so far!
- E x