This is the part two for A Special Date! If you haven't please read that one first! I am going to try and do another part for this, one from Steve's point of view, but it might be a while.

I hope that you enjoy! Please let me know what you think!

Happy Readings!

So, I guess this is it, it's over now. Our year long relationship is at an end and I am left to pick up the pieces alone. Though, it is not as hard as I thought it would be to get over my break up with Steve. Sure it hurts, but I know I will survive. This is not going to be the heartbreak that makes me give up on finding love. This is not going to be the heartbreak that turns me cold and bitter. I refuse to let that happen.

Yet somehow, it does. I find myself in a rut. I go out less, I throw myself into working; you know the typical bullshit that happens in all movies when the girl goes through a break-up. I am that sad girl in a chick flick stuck at home watching chick flicks and listening to sad songs. Only difference is that I'm not actually pining for Steve, hoping he returns. I'm not trying to plot my way to win him back; or delusional into thinking we are going to have a happy ever after. I'm not thinking about how I can change myself or him to make us work. I've just lost all motivation to do much of anything outside of working. Spending what free time I have thinking about the time Steve and I spent together. The places we went, the promises we made, the future we planned. It all runs through my mind day after day.

Okay, so it is harder than I thought.

In public, in a crowd, I'm fine. I can fake a smile, laugh, and pretend I have moved on. But once alone, I let the tears fall, thinking about the last encounter I had with Steve; the day that it all finally fell apart. Once alone, I allow myself to actually feel the heartbreak that I try to hide around others. The only person who seems to know just how bad I am, is the one person I least expected to be on my side.

"Come on Kat, it is time for you to move on. You don't have to go out on dates or anything, but you need to get out."

Natasha says gently, rubbing her hand down my back.

"Has he moved on? Nat, has he?"

She looks away, biting her lip and I know right there what her answer is.

"Right. You don't have to tell me who, I don't want to know that much." I let out a long sigh, running my hand down my face, "I guess if he can move on, I can too."

Natasha perks up, "Yay! Come on, let's go out for girls night. I'll call Wanda to come out with us."

Before the redhead can get up, I take her hand, "Thank you Nat, for sticking with me through this. I know that we might not have been that close, and your loyalties lie with Steve, but it really means a lot to me to have a friend like you with me now. Thank you."

The next thing I know, Natasha is throwing her arms around me, pulling me close to her. I hesitant for a second before returning her hug, wrapping my arms around her slim waist and resting my head in the crook of her neck. It is warm, comfortable; she makes me feel a little less crazy and like I will be okay.

I give a small mewl in content at the feel of Natasha scratching her nails through my hair, over my scalp, tracing her fingers down my back. I want to curl into her more and never lose these feeling that she brings out in me.

"You didn't deserve to be treated the way you were by Steve. I saw how he would always leave you for a job that he wasn't even needed on, forget about dates or just stand you up, how you always had to make the sacrifice for him and he never made one for you. Kat, you deserve more than that. And Rogers is an outright idiot for letting you go. If he cannot see how smart, sweet, caring, kind… how beautiful you are, then it is his loss."

I slowly pull back, staring at Natasha with wide eyes, surprised with her confession, "Y-you really mean that?"

She gives me a small smile, bringing her hands to cup my cheeks, her thumb stroking my cheek, "And so much more Kat."

I shyly look turn my eyes down, my cheeks turning a light pink as I failed to fight back a grin. Natasha Romanoff just told me she thought I was beautiful. I would be lying if I said I didn't have a small crush on her, even when I was with Steve. And now I am in her arms and butterflies are fluttering around my stomach. This almost doesn't seem real, someone pinch me.

I clear my throat and flash Natasha a nervous smile,

"W-would you may-maybe want to have that girls night, with just the two of us? Maybe get dinner and a movie?"

Natasha gives me a gentle smile, "I would really like that; only if that is something you want too."

I nod, "Yeah, I want that too."

Maybe I will be just fine in the end.