A/N: This week is a sad week for all Romanogers out there. Emily VanCamp has been confirmed to be on Civil War, although her role is yet indeterminate. I fear dark days are upon us comrades, but we must stay strong.

Some of you reviewers sent me prompts and ideas for this fic, but this chap is an idea of mine. Don't fret though because I'm planning to write those prompts. They are, for lack of a better term, intriguing. I can't promise you speedy updates because I have classes and my laptop keeps on crashing in the most inopportune moments. Oh well, that's life. BTW, you can show your support on Twitter by using the hashtag #Cap3SaveRomanogers :)

We can't leave these people..

I didn't say we were leaving.

He heard the words. Understood what Natasha meant by them. They couldn't leave any civilians behind but then time would run out for them. There's just not enough time. So much has happened ever since Tony has created Ultron and inadvertently set the insane AI loose on the world.

Steve looked at Natasha, noting her calm composure if a but haggard, and realized what she wanted. "The view doesn't look too bad here. I could think of worse places to go," she said while serenely gazing at the skyline. Serene. That was what she could aptly describe Natasha at the moment. They were fighting an army of robots and here is the most beautiful woman Steve has ever beheld looking calm and accepting. He didn't want to acknowledge the fact that the air was getting thinner, and if the ascent of the city continued, only a few thousand feet separated them from being suffocated. The super soldier serum enhanced everything within him, and even if the air was thinner, he couldn't mistake the shortness of breath he experienced when Natasha was near. It was her.

He remembered telling Banner, "As the world's expert on waiting too long, don't," and he thought that maybe he should take a piece of his own advice and actually follow it.

"Romanoff, about what happened in South Korea, I..."

"Don't. It's not your fault Cap. You were only doing what was best for the team. If my subsequent capture meant that we were able to thwart Ultron from getting a physical body then it's a capture well spent. After all, I managed to send an old-school message to Clint." she said with a little smile.

"Hey, Romanoff? Ultron. He didn't... Did he.. Are you alright?" Steve asked her hesitantly. She just smiled and looked out at the horizon. "I will be. Don't worry about me." Steve gently chuckled at that, wincing slightly at the large bruise he had no doubt forming at his side right now.

"I can't not worry about you, Romanoff. You're my ... friend. I care, always, about you." He said, looking at Natasha intently. "Really?" She smirked at Steve, something else burning in her eyes. Maybe it was a yearning of establishing friendships and relationships long denied for her or it might be something else but Steve's heart welled out in hope. "Sure. And you know I'm always honest." They both shared a smile at their inside joke.

Steve moved closer to Natasha. He let his eyes roam over her face, taking in all the details that he may never see again. "I finally decided to go out on a date." He announced out of the blue. Natasha turned, a little bit surprised and maybe just a tad disappointed. "Who's the lucky girl?"

Ignoring the question, he told Natasha, "But there is actually no point in asking her out, because she is probably adoring someone else. And.." Steve trailed off.

"And? God, Rogers this feels like tooth extraction," she said, irritation bleeding in her voice. Or maybe it was dread. She didn't let herself think about it again.

"She and I are supposedly dying today, saving the world."

There was silence and Natasha's face never changed, but Steve was deeply attuned to her that even that stoic face couldn't fool him that Natasha was at a loss.

"I never intended to fall for her, you know. It's just one of those things that you wake up to one day, see her eyes sparkle or maybe hear her laugh, then BAM it hits you. Too bad it hit me too late." Steve smiled at her sadly.

Natasha's face changed. There was a pitying look etched in her features that Steve absolutely, positively hate. It was hard for Steve to see her unaffected with the words that are torn from their protective chest deep inside his soul but Natasha pitying him? He'd rather be frozen the second time around. He was so focused on this one particular emotion that he didn't see the regret and longing flashing in her eyes before she schooled herself into the infamous Black Widow mask.

Natasha moved to say something but that was the moment Fury decided to make his sneaky self known. The charged moment fizzled out as quickly as it came, but Natasha had a suspicion that another moment like this would happen again. She didn't doubt it.

"Fury, you son of a bitch." Steve cussed out in relief. It was so out of character for Steve to curse that Natasha couldn't help the small smile that graced her face.

"Oh ho ho! You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Fury replied, and boy was it a relief to hear his voice, not that Steve would ever admit it.

It was time to regroup.

It was Captain America who turned to Natasha.

"Get the civilians to the helicarriers, then calm the Hulk down." Cap commanded in a voice that brooked no arguments.

"Copy that, Cap," the Black Widow said. She turned to leave but stopped and turned back to him.

This time, Black Widow slipped away and Natasha came back. "Steve? For the record, she'll probably say yes."

Steve looked back at her and said, "Oh yeah? Well, you see there's another guy in the picture. And I see she's actually happy with him."

"Adoration is a league different with love, Steve. She told me she didn't think she has a chance with Captain America but I'll be sure to pass on that Steve, the skinny guy from Brooklyn, would love to dance with her."

"A dance? I'm afraid I might step on her toes," a charming smile couldn't be kept in by Steve, "But she might be – no, I know she is, the right partner. Could teach me a few moves."

"Settled then. This Friday. The Umbria, seven o'clock," Natasha said while checking her Widow Bites.

"I'll be waiting." Steve adjusted his shield and took a deep breath.

"Hopefully not too long."

"I'll wait forever for you, Nat." Steve vowed to her. Natasha smiled at her then left.

With plans made, the soldier and the spy went their separate ways to save the world.

And they did. And maybe they saved each other, too.

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