THE RIGHT ONE
Steve Rogers stood at his front door, his hand on the knob feeling the quaking of the door as somebody banged on it with their fist. He sighed and flung open the door out of frustration. It was late in the evening and he wanted to be alone after a long and successful mission with the Avengers. He saw at his doorstep a very annoyed-looking Natasha, even in this state she was beautiful. His heart pounded in his chest at the sight of her.
See, Steve had feelings for the spy ever since he first laid eyes on her which had now been three years ago. He still couldn't declare his love for her even though he wanted to.
"Finally! I thought I'd have to break it down." She spoke up with some annoyance in her voice as she entered the apartment without the soldier's invitation, she made herself at home by removing her jacket and sitting down on his couch.
"Do as you please." He muttered, earning a glare from the woman.
He sighed, closing the door, he was happy that she was here, he always was, but he was pretty sure he knew why she had come here tonight. Earlier, he spoke to Sharon and told her he wasn't ready to date someone. The blond woman had understood and said that she'd be there whenever he was ready.
"What happened with Sharon?" She asked, going straight to the point.
Steve went to his kitchen without saying anything and came back with two bottles of beers. He gave one to Natasha and settled on the couch next to her. "I stopped whatever we had." He replied.
A huff escaped her lips. "Why would you do that?"
"It's complicated." He said, opening his beer.
"Well, I'm all ears." She smiled and drank some of her beer. She watched Steve, patiently waiting for him to start talking. He didn't say anything, not wanting to bother her with his insecurities. He stared at the wall as he took a sip of his drink as he thought about his life.
Natasha got annoyed by the silence and after some minutes so she spoke up. She knew she'd have to ask questions if she wanted answers. "Didn't you want to date her?"
"Yes." He said. "No. I don't know."
"Why did you stop whatever you two had going on? You don't like her?" She asked, starting with the easiest questions she could think of.
He sighed, a bit annoyed by all of her questions about a non-existent relationship with another woman. "I do like her, it's silly. I don't want to date-"
"You don't want to date anyone?" Natasha asked, interrupting him before he could even finish.
"Sort of." He took a sip of his beer. "It's not that I don't want to date, I do."
"Then what is it?" Natasha asked, interrupting him again before he could say anything else. She was eager to know why he would do a such thing. That is, letting go of Sharon when he did want to date.
Steve sighed and fumbled with the bottle of beer in his hands. "It's just... What if I'm not ready?" He wonderd, forgetting about his annoyance towards her insistence.
"Not ready for what?" She asked. "To date?"
"Not ready for everything." He told her as his eyes meet hers. "To take care of myself or my possible girlfriend and family. For accepting the fact that I can't go back. What if I'm not ready for love, for..." Steve blushed before the word came out of his mouth.
Natasha noted his discomfort and smirked. "For?" She asked with a teasing tone.
He looked away shyly. "You know what..." Natasha smirked even more and took a sip of her beer. Steve kept going anyway. "I've never had a girlfriend... I didn't even kiss anyone yet."
"You've never kissed anyone?" She asked with surprise as she scooted closer to him.
Steve looked down at his hands and chuckled humorlessly. "I'm surely the oldest living person who never went first base."
"Nah, I think perhaps somewhere like on Asgard there must be other persons, but if you wanna stay around here on earth, I think most nuns never did, too." Natasha smiled, enjoying his discomfort about what they were talking about. He was flushing in embarrassment and she was not making it easy.
Steve shook his head. "Let's- let's talk about something else, I'm making a fool of myself."
Natasha took his hand and looked into his eyes. She wasn't smiling anymore, she looked serious yet so comforting at the same time. "Look, I'm sorry for trying to mess with you, but there's nothing you should be embarrassed about, Steve. You're a good man, you are everything somebody could ask for and I'm pretty sure most people in the world would love to kiss Captain America."
"Most people in the world?" He asked her, not believing it. "Including you?"
Natasha looked at him softly. "No."
Steve's face fell at her reply, he really had no chance to be with her. Natasha seemed to have seen the look on his face because she felt the urge to explain further her statement. "I wouldn't want to kiss Captain America, I would want to kiss Steve Rogers. You're both of them but people seems to forget who you truly are."
Steve beamed at her explanation though he tried not to show it. He had a small smile playing at the corner of his lips as he looked at her intensely. "Would you act on that wish and kiss me now?"
"What?" She looked at him with widening eyes, she couldn't believe his words. The man she loved asked her to kiss him. If it had been any man, she would've already jumped on him and kiss him like there's no tomorrow but it was Steve. He was so pure and so good while she was all the contrary, so impure and broken.
Steve began talking again when he noticed she hadn't said anything. "I know we're colleagues, I'm just your partner and it's not right of me to ask you such a thing... But I'm not sorry for wanting to kiss you, and I'm not going to tell anyone if that's what you're afraid about."
"Steve... I- I can't do that."
"Why not?" He looked at her.
"Let me tell you something," She started. "I'm not the right person." She shook her head slightly. "For a kiss to be really good you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can't shake off your system, the first kiss means everything, Steve. A first kiss is so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can't cheat your first kiss, Steve, especially with me. Trust me, you don't want me to be your first kiss. You'll find someone, one day and that person will be the right one because when it's the right one, the kiss is so perfect and means everything."
Steve scooted closer to her and Natasha stood up. He stood up as well and took one of her hands in his. "I already found the right one." He gently placed a hand on her cheek pulling her body towards his as he leaned down. He pressed his lips on hers gently and softly, his eyes closed. His other hand trailed to her hair as he kissed her. He slid his fingers through her hair holding her head close to his and tugged slightly on them.
Natasha shivered at the sensation and found herself kissing him back as her eyes closed. She sighed happily into the kiss, her thoughts vanished the moment she felt his mouth on hers. Steve slowly pulled back, needing to breath. He pecked her lips before opening his eyes to look at her. She stood before him, her eyes were closed and lips were parted. She breathed softly as she opened her eyes and her emerald eyes locked with his intense baby blue eyes. He still had his hands on her head as he whispered. "You're the right one, Natasha. You've always been, I just didn't realize it before."
"But I was not worth of your first kiss."
"You're worth everything." He caressed her soft cheek. "You're the right one for me I know it, you're the one I want, the one I need, the one I love."
Natasha stumbled back at his words her eyes widening again, his hands fell from her head. She stuttered trying to get the words out. "Y-you love m-me?"
"Ever since I laid eyes on you."
"I- I..." She stuttered. "Steve... How can you love me? I'm a monster."
Steve shook his head. "You're not a monster, Natasha. I don't care about what you did in the past even if it was willingly or not. I care about who you truly are, a good woman. I love you, I love you." He insisted looking into her eyes fondly.
Natasha's eyes watered and she walked slowly to him. Their eyes never broke contact, she saw the truthiness in his eyes, she saw the care and love he had for her. "I love you too, Steve." She admitted softly but before he could say anything, Natasha placed her hand on the back of his neck and brought his head down to kiss him again.
He wrapped his arms around her as they kissed. Natasha pulled away and put her forehead again Steve's, a happy smile played on both of their lips.
Nothing else mattered to them at this moment, they loved each other. Steve never felt happier, he had found the right one.
Inspired by Grey's Anatomy Season 2 Episode 7, the scene where Alex gives a speech about how a first kiss is important to a patient.