Here's another one for all you Romanogers lovers! :D And speaking of Romanogers fans, you might want to check out my other story 'Poisoned Slumber'; it says nothing about being Romanogers, and you probably won't think it is, until the ending. But I've gotten some positive feedback from other Romanogers shippers, and they liked it, so...

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own this, or Romanogers so would have happened by now...

"Natasha, you don't have to do this. You can fight this," Steve said as he cautiously took a step closer to Natasha, who was holding a gun on him.

She pointed it even more steady at his head, threatening him if he dared to take one more step closer. "The Red Room, they're controlling you, you don't have to do this."

"I'm in control of my actions, this is my choice, Rogers." She stated and Steve sighed.

"But Natasha, it's not. You know me. We love each other, we've been married for two years." He said as he took another slow step towards her. She cocked the gun and glared at him.

"Don't you dare come any closer." She said vehemently and his jaw clenched.

"Natasha, the KGB, they're messing with your head, you can fight this. Just please, don't do this." He pleaded, and the gun wavered a little bit in the air, before she regained her composure and re-aimed; an even better angle than before.

"We love each other, remember? Don't you remember our Wedding Day? Or our first Valentine's Day together as a couple? Or even that time we went on the roller coaster at Coney Island?" He said with a small, nervous smile.

"I love you, Natasha. And you love me." He said but she only tilted her head slightly with a sick smirk.

"You're wrong. I don't love you, nor have I ever." She paused, "Goodbye, Steven." She said before five shots rung out as she pressed her finger to the trigger.

Steve froze instantly, his chest suddenly turning scarlet red as he gasped from the impact.

He clutched his chest as he fell to his knees gasping for breath.

Natasha watched as he looked down at his hand that had turned completely red from his chest, before he looked up at her, hurt and shock evident in his azure colored eyes.

"Natasha...why?" He choked out, meeting her eyes one last time, before falling down the rest of the way. Natasha's heart lurched as she suddenly became aware of what she had done.

"Steve!" She yelled as she ran over to his side and checked for a pulse. "No, no, no, Steve, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-I didn't know..." She couldn't even look at his body as she choked on a sob. "I'm so sorry..."

Natasha startled awake, gasping for air as the tears streamed down her cheeks. "S-Steve," She managed to choke out as she looked to her side where her husband was slowly waking.

"Natasha, what's wrong?" He asked as he blinked a couple of times to focus on her. She threw her arms around him and cried into his shoulder.

"I love you so much, I'm so sorry, Steve, I love you so much." She repeated over and over as she tightened her embrace around him. He wrapped his arms around her and gently rubbed her back.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay." He whispered to her, but her crying only got stronger. "Natasha, sweetheart, it's okay. You're okay." He said as her sobs still came on full force. She shook her head and Steve lightly sighed as he wrapped his arms tighter around her.

He gently stroked her hair with one hand as he held her with the other arm. "Natasha, please, baby, stop..." He begged as he gently kissed the side of her jaw.

He peppered gentle kisses there, before pressing his lips to her neck and murmuring soft words to her. Her crying slowly died down, but she still held onto him with a death grip. He silently kissed her tears away, until his lips met with hers in a sweet and slow kiss.

After a few moments, she slowly kissed him back. When oxygen became a necessity for both of them, he reluctantly released her lips and leaned their foreheads together.

"You know how much I love you, right?" He asked, and after a several seconds she nodded. "I would do anything for you," He began, figuring that maybe this was what she needed.

"When we got married, it was the best day of my life. You complete me, and have made every single day of my life Heaven. Now, whatever you saw in that dream, it wasn't real, it was only a nightmare."

"But do you think that if you told me about it, you would feel better?" He asked, and after several moments of silence, he spoke again.

"You can trust me, Natasha." He whispered, and could just barely hear the breath in her throat hitch. He could feel hot tears on his shoulder again as she softly started crying again.

"But you can't trust me," Came her almost inaudible response. Steve tensed for a moment, confused by her statement, and slowly pulled away from Natasha to face her.

"What the heck are you talking about?" He asked in disbelief but she just shook her head.

"T-the dream, I-I killed you," She whispered before sobbing again, only instead of wrapping her arms around Steve again this time, she cried into her hands.

"Natasha..." Steve says, unsure of what exactly to do. This wasn't the first time she had had a nightmare. Heck, they both had them all the time, usually revolving around each other. But never anything like this.

He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, and she jerked, but didn't shrug it off. He slowly placed another hand on her other shoulder, and moved the other hand down to her waist; all while whispering soft words to her.

He moved closer to her, slowly as her crying stops but she still covered her face with her hands. He gently tugs her closer, until she's on his lap with his arms protectively around her.

She suddenly wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in the crook of his neck and he can feel hot tears slowly leaking onto his neck.

"Shh, shh, it's all right. You're fine, I'm fine, and we're together. That's all that matters." He whispers as he tilts his head so he can kiss her cheek.

"It's okay, it was only a dream. Nothing can ever come between our love for each other; it's too strong. What you saw doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is our love."

Steve murmured as he softly nuzzled his cheek against hers and placed a gentle kiss there. "And I do love you, Natasha." He whispered and he heard a small sigh escape her lips.

"I love you, too, Steve." She whispered.

"And I'd trust you with my life, Natasha. That dream doesn't matter, because we care about each other way too much." He declared and she sighed lightly with a small nod. After a pause, she spoke.

"But it was so real..." She whispered.

"Oh, Natasha," He sighed as he wrapped his arms tighter around her in a strong embrace. "I love you so much." She gently started crying again as she rested her chin on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"I love you, too, Steve."

Hope that wasn't too abrupt. I wanted to kind of stick to the prompt. Did you know (And I'm pretty sure about this.) that yesterday (August 24) was National Captain America Day? How awesome is that!?

It's because they revealed the new bronze statue of him in Brooklyn! Which this is all really cool, because he's my favorite superhero, and his 'National Day' is in the same month of my Birthday! :)

Question time for all you shippers:

Why do you ship Romanogers? What is it that makes you love these two together so much? For me, it's that they have so much chemistry, and surprisingly I think they'd be good for each other. They both have their demons, but together I think they'd be able to solve them and find love in a happy life.

Undeniably cheesy, I know, but it's true. There are a whole bunch more reasons, but you get the picture...