Natasha and Steve's life was perfect. They continued with the movie night thing, though it wasn't every night that they watched movies, in fact, on most of them they didn't even pay attention to what was going on on the screen. Then, one of those seemingless nights, Steve proposed something different. They were going on an actual date.

Natasha was nervous, he had told her to wear comfortable clothes, that she would need them for what he had in mind. Comfortable clothes. Natasha sighed as she looked through all her clothes, choosing her favorite pair of jeans and a comfortable but worn out shirt. When it was five p.m sharp, Steve knocked on the door. He was wearing clothes just like hers. A long time ago, they had dismissed words, now they only needed gestures, so he simply smiled and offered her his arm, which she gladly took.

Steve gave her a ride on his Harley Davidson. They actually drove a lot, for the amount of time that seemed to be an hour, not that she was complaining, no. She loved riding with him, feeling the muscles of his back and smelling his scent. They were outside the city, in a desert place. It all seemed to be empty and there were no lights but the one coming from the moon. In the shadows, she could see a big bag. They got down from the bike and Steve unzipped the bag revealing a two pairs of wings just like the ones Falcon used.

"Steve!" She gasped, but couldn't hold back a smile, she was so excited to fly using one of those, "Where did you get these?"

"Let's just say I've got my contacts." He replied chuckling lightly as he made her way back at her. "Turn around, let me help you put these on."

She did as she was told and, very soon, she had a set of wings. Unlike what it seemed, they were very light.

"Let me help you too." She offered and he turned around to allow her to put his wings on too.

"Do you know how to use these?" Steve asked her.

"No, but I'm a fast learner." Natasha replied and extended both her arms, the wings quickly opened to match her movements and she took an impulse upwards, flying of the ground. She could feel Steve's gaze on her as she flew around making all kinds of maneuvers in the air. "Are you joining me or what?"

"Coming." He copied her movements and, very soon, he was by her side flying and laughing. They chased each other. They were young and innocent again, they were children pretending to fly. Only that they were actually flying. Natasha felt like a kid all over again. She was enjoying the childhood she had never had. Natasha closed her eyes as she flew, she liked the feeling of freedom and the way the hot wind of the night blew against her face and caressed her hair. The smell of the night filled her lungs, the dry earth, the grass, the sound of the river far away.

When they landed once more, Steve took her in an embrace and kissed her, "You are a fast learner, indeed." He said breathlessly when Natasha broke the kiss.

"You should've know that by now." She replied playfully and followed him. "Now, can you help me take off these wings?"

"Of course." He nodded and did as he was asked. Then it was her turn to help him out. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving." She told him.

"Good, because I brought some food." He walked back to where the bag was and got a basket. He extended a blanket on the ground and motioned for her to seat as he displayed everything he had brought- Vodka, grapes, apples, p&b sandwiches and water. "It's not much, but it'll have to do."

Natasha had never told anyone, but her ideal date was a picnic under the stars. It was perfect. She didn't have words to express how happy she was. That was the best night of her life. They had a rule. When one was at loss for words, there was no need for words, so she simply kissed him.

They ate in silence and, when they were done, she rested her body against his chest and they both stared at the stars in silence, she could feel the constant rise and fall of his chest and his calm heartbeat. Then, his heart started to beat faster. "Natasha." He spoke softly, his mouth was close to her ear, "I… I brought you here tonight because I wanted this to be a special night for you, for us. I want you to never forget this day. How are you enjoying yourself so far?"

"It's perfect Steve. This is the best night of my life." She replied shifting from her position to stare right into his eyes.

"I have an idea to make it better." He told her as he reached inside his pocket. Natasha looked at him confused, what was he going to do? It was only when she saw the small dark blue velvet box in his hand that she realized.

"Natasha, will you marry me?" He asked opening the box and revealing a beautiful ring made of gold and rubies.

For a moment she just stared at him speechless, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes, then she hugged him tightly and kissed him before saying and repeating over a thousand times, "Yes."

He took her hand in his and delicately placed the ring on her finger. She marveled at how his hands, that bore so much strength were also so delicate. Then she kissed him again. That night was definitely the best night of her life.