Am I dreamin' or stupid? I think I've been hit by Cupid,

But no one needs to know right now,

I met a tall, dark and handsome man, and I've been busy makin' big plans,

But no one needs to know right now,

I got my heart set, my feet wet, and he don't even know it yet,

But no one needs to know right now,

I'll tell him someday, some way, somehow, but I'm gonna keep it a secret for now,

I want bells to ring, a choir to sing,

The white dress, the guests, the cake, the car, the whole darn thing,

But no one needs to know right now,

I'll tell him someday, some way, somehow, but I'm gonna keep it a secret for now,

We'll have a little girl, a little boy, a little Benji we call Leroy,

But no one needs to know right now,

And I'm not lonely anymore at night,

And he don't know only, only he can make it right,

And I'm not lonely anymore at night,

And he don't know only, only he can make it right,

I'm not dreamin' or stupid, but boy have I been hit by Cupid,

But no one needs to know right now,

No one needs to know right now

No One Needs To Know-Shania Twain

Natasha wakes slowly, knowing that today is their last day on the island. They have to head back tomorrow so Tony can get ready for another press conference. She knows that he has to go to a panel for the Accords sometime in the coming weeks, too, but he hasn't mentioned it since they've been on vacation. He hasn't mentioned a lot of things, things she knows they'll have to discuss when they go home.

They need to talk about what happened between him and Steve, because Natasha knows something did happen, she just doesn't know what. They need to discuss what they're going to do for her cover since she's currently a wanted fugitive. They need to discuss if they're going to continue with the Avengers Initiative, or if they need to rebuild. A new team with a new name might be good for them both. She'll need to check in on Laura and the kids, too.

Shoving those thoughts away for another day, she slides out of Tony's arms, laughing at the little whine he lets out. She doesn't feel like doing a lot today, she just wants to enjoy the time they have left, the peace. So, she doesn't even bother to get dressed in real clothes. She slides a pair of Tony's boxer briefs on over her panties and runs a hand through her hair, trying to tame it a little.

She makes a simple breakfast for them both when she gets to the kitchen. Bagels with cream cheese and sliced fruit. Tony comes down the stairs as she's putting everything on the serving tray to carry it outside. He grabs the tray of coffee and juice, following her to the small patio area.

They eat at a leisurely pace and Tony tells her to leave the dishes until later. They have all day. He grabs her wrist and pulls her to her feet as he walks towards the shoreline. There's a lightness in his steps. With a happy smirk, he drops his cotton pants and pulls his t-shirt over his head before running into the water in only boxer briefs.

She doesn't hesitate to follow suit, leaving her tank top on but pulling off the boxer briefs of Tony's. She follows him into the water, enjoying the happiness he's been displaying more frequently. She could get used to it.

Meanwhile in Wakanda

Steve doesn't know what to say as he stands at the opposite end of the conference table from T'Challa. He looks around at his friends, his team, and sees that they all look as astonished as he feels. He feels blind-sided.

"But you said you would help us." Steve finally manages to say.

"And I did." T'Challa replies. "But, as I'm sure you all know, I support the Accords. My father supported them, so did my kingdom. And I will not let my people down."

"So, you're just kicking us out?" Steve asks. He knows that T'Challa's father had been one of the people to spearhead the Accords but he thought that T'Challa had changed his mind. Obviously, he was wrong.

"I have allowed you to recuperate. I have been helping Sergeant Barnes and I will continue to help him. But, you and your team are fugitives. I still believe in the Accords, but I also believe in being fair. I will give you until the morning to be gone. I will not actively pursue you, but I will no longer hide you away."

With that, T'Challa stands up and leaves the conference room. After a moment, Steve sits down again and puts his head in his hands. They'd been here for almost a month and he hadn't expected this.

"What do we do?" Sam asks and Steve looks up at him. He thinks about the phone he always carries that never rings. He thinks about the compound that he knows is mostly empty, except for Vision and Colonel Rhodes. The news had recently mentioned that Stark was still MIA in the Bahamas.

"We leave. Before morning. Everyone start packing and meet me at the west gate in twenty." He stands up and leaves the room without looking back. He has to get his team somewhere safe. He doesn't know if that's the compound and he doesn't know how he'll get everyone all the way back to America, but he has to try.

She can't stop the grin that spreads across her face as she walks outside to find Tony setting up a round fire pit. The sun is starting to set and the sky looks like fire. Natasha immediately thinks of her promise to Tony, the one he doesn't know she made. They'll burn it down together.

When Tony notices her, a smile brightens his face and she sighs internally. She'd ignored so many of the signs, thinking she wasn't good for him. Pepper was. And Pepper can still be good for him, but Natasha wants to be, too. She wants to be what he makes her feel, what he believes she is. Fire.

Making her way over to the small area he's set up for them, she laughs when she sees the bags of marshmallows and the metal skewers. Tony gives her a look before lighting the fire and sits next to her on the glider seat. They're pressed together from shoulder to knee and it's a comforting feeling.

They no longer feel the need for hesitant touches, neither of them are unsure if it's allowed. The confidence in their shared affection is refreshing for her. She never thought she'd have that with Tony. That he would put a hand on her knee, or an arm around her shoulders, without thought. She would have never thought that she could just reach for his hand if she wanted to.

Tony puts two marshmallows on one of the rods and hands it to her before getting his own. He places the bag of marshmallows on her lap and sticks his straight in the fire, letting it catch before pulling it out. She's never roasted marshmallows before so she watches him as he lets it burn. The white turns black and bubbles slightly before he blows it out.

When he pulls off the blackened shell, he takes a bite and hands the other half to her. Natasha takes it with a raised brow, unsure, but eats it anyway. It's not half bad. She can taste the fire in a strange way. The smoke serving to enhance the sweetness. Tony gestures at her with the skewer and she swipes some of the melted marshmallow goo off it, putting her fingers in her mouth.

It's delicious, even if the goo is almost impossible to get off her skin. Following Tony's example, she puts her own marshmallows into the fire, repeating his process. She shares the first one with him and then eats the second by herself.

They end up eating four bags of marshmallows, occasionally sharing with each other, before Tony declares that he will be sick if he eats any more. They put out the fire, but instead of going inside, Tony pulls Natasha back down beside him and he reclines the glider.

With the house lights off, and the fire out, the stars in the sky are brighter than she's ever seen them. As she looks over at Tony, who is still staring at the night sky, she thinks the same of him. He's brighter than he's ever been. A light burning in the darkness, helping her find her way. And she realizes, while she doesn't know if she loves him yet, she could. She could love him, and it would be easy, and it would be good. But she doesn't tell him that. Not yet.