"Will you Natasha Romanoff, take Steve Rogers to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse?"
"I do."
"And will you Steve Rogers, take Natasha Romanoff to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse?'
"I do."
"You may kiss the bride." Steve pulled Natasha in for a deep passionate kiss. In that moment, everything was perfect. Everything was right.
There was an explosion outside the church. The shockwave threw Natasha and Steve to the side. Debris flew everywhere. Steve landed on the carpet and immediately got up and searched for Natasha. His eyes stung from the smoke. Finally he spotted her.
"Natasha?" Steve cried out rushing to her grabbing her limp body in his arms. "NATASHA? Stay with me Natasha."
Steve awoke with a jump. His heart racing, his palms were sweaty, and his mouth was dry. Natasha groaned next to him. He woke her up. Damn it. He moved closer to spoon her. Her bare skin felt wonderful against his.
"Rogers?" She asked half asleep "I don't think I can go for a round 5" she chuckled.
"I can do this all day." Steve responded laughing. He snuggled up closer to her wrapping his arms around her. She felt safe in his arms. All her cares and all her worries melted away. Her mood had definitely did a 180 from earlier. She had been worried about Hydra and upset over Bruce. She now realized her feelings for Bruce were manufactured. She sighed and looked at the clock. 1:42am. Sleep was always difficult for Natasha. Her being worried about Hydra suddenly appearing didn't help. Eventually sleep found her.
The morning sun filtered through the bedroom window hitting Natasha square in the face. She muttered some profanity in Russian. She rolled over to look at Steve's side of the bed. Steve wasn't there. She got up and wrapped the blanket around herself and got up. She groaned. She was definitely sore from last night. Last night was perfect. Yes she may have been a little drunk which caused her to make some impulsive decisions but she didn't regret it. She had bottled up her feeling for Steve after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell. It didn't seem like the appropriate time. She found her shorts and her t-shirt and put them on. She drew in a deep breath. Was that bacon she smelled? She walked down the hall towards the kitchen and sure enough standing over the stove cooking was Steve in a pair of shorts and a tight shirt. Natasha came up behind him and snaked her arms around his torso.
"Hey." Steve said with a smile putting one of his hands over one of hers. "I figured I'd return the favor." He motioned at the food he was preparing smiling. He made pancakes, bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns.
"This looks great." Natasha replied letting go of Steve and grabbing some silverware and a plate. "Thank you." She planted a kiss on his cheek. She got a little of everything and sat down at the table. Steve turned off the stove, got some food for himself, and joined her. They ate in silence. There was a bit of a awkward tension between them. No one wanted to bring up what happened last night. They finished eating at about the same time. Natasha got up and walked towards the sink.
"Here let me get that for you." Natasha said grabbing Steve's plate and walking over and putting it into the sink.
"Thank you" Steve replied fishing for tablet in his bag.
"Don't bother." Natasha said. "There's no wifi in the house. There's one landline for a phone."
Steve nodded and but his tablet away. He just stared at the spot in front of him.
"I think we need to talk about last night." Steve finally said looking at Natasha.
"What do you want to talk about?" She asked taking a seat across from Steve.
"I feel guilty. I shouldn't have slept with you especially since you were drunk. I feel like I took advantage and I am sorry." Steve said staring her straight in the eyes.
"Steve it's okay. Don't worry about it." Natasha said "If it was something I didn't want to do I wouldn't have done it." Steve smiled.
"I'm glad to hear that Natasha." She returned the smile. "But I don't think we can do that again. Ever. I'm just not the type of guy that sleeps with his friend, I think its called friends with benefits now, but I can't be that and I don't want to be. Last night as great as it was needs to stay last night. If I'm going to have sex with a woman it needs to be in a committed relationship."
"So what are you saying Steve?" Natasha asked at a near whisper.
"Do you want to be with me?"
"Yes"