A/N: I'm spoiling you guys.

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This chapter does have a bit of fluff and a bit of h/c and was inspired by Lava by Disney.

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Lava

November, the following Sunday

"Well," Steve said, throwing and successfully catching a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth as the credits of Frozen rolled across the screen. "Tangled was so much better."

Natalia rolled her eyes. "Fanboy."

"What?" He turned a mock hurt glare at her. "It was! It was truer to the source material, had more flushed out characters, and had stunning animation."

"You've been on Tumblr again, haven't you?" She muttered under her breath. "Frozen had that same animation, Steve."

The bulky man shifted on the small couch to fully face her. "Have you read the Snow Queen? She's not a straight up villain, but she does kidnap a one of the protagonists, who is a child, and encases him in ice. And it's not a story about familial love, the Snow Queen is alone in the end. It's Greda who helps saves Kay. And yes, I'm all for a redeemable villain, but Elsa is not a villain. And maybe they were going for the whole she's like the Beast, but they missed the mark. I will say though, the Hans surprise came out of left field and was pretty well done."

"Well," Natalia began, turning to face him fully. "Tangled didn't follow the source material completely either. For example, the reason why her hair being cut in the fairy tale is because she was pregnant. She was given rather than stolen by the witch, and not because of her magical hair, but because her mother wanted some rapunzel from the witches' garden. Oh, and the prince who saves her wasn't tossed from the tower and forced to wander the Earth blind until Rapunzel found him."

Steve nodded, conceding those points. "True, however, Tangled filled those gaps with a unique story of its own, one of self-discovery that didn't involve shutting everyone else out."

"Sometimes the world can't help you with your problems."

"And sometimes bottling it up only makes the explosion worse. People get hurt."

"I can see we are at an impasse…" Nat sighed, resting her head on the back of the couch. "Agree to disagree?"

"Deal." His eyes sparkled as a smile grew across his face. "Oh! Lila had said there was a-a…" he snapped his fingers as if trying to remember just what the young Barton girl had said. "Disney short—that's it—that she said I should check out. She said it was adorable."

Nat rolled her green eyes. "Everything is adorable at her age." She passed the Netflix remote to him. "Alright, Uncle Stevie, go ahead and find this short. I'm gonna grab a drink. Want anything?"

"Some water, please?" He watched her as she stood and took his glass from the small table in front of the couch. "Thanks, Nat!"

As she vanished into the kitchen, he searched for the search bar. Once he found it, he triumphantly typed in four letters: LAVA. He had gotten, slowly, more used to technology, though he was very happy that most of the stuff he dealt with now was not Stark tech. The stuff never made any sense…

But anyway, back to the task at hand. He hit the search button and smiled when he saw the image of what he was pretty sure Lila had said was this particular Disney Short.

Pressing the okay button, he selected the video just as Nat returned from the kitchen. Leaning back into the couch, he threw his arm over the back while a soft ukulele began to play over the speakers.

The two watched in silence as the story of a lonely volcano began.

And Steve really couldn't help the pull at his heart as he related to the old volcano. He had been alone, before and after the serum, in the ice, and even among the Avengers. After all, no one is ever interested in dancing with a guy they might step on…

His thoughts were pulled as a female voice filled his ears and his eyes locked on the screen as he watched the now not so lonely volcanos sing in perfect harmony.

"I lava you…"

And the short faded to black.

Neither of the former Avengers said anything for a long moment, and Steve wished Natalia would say something, anything, to pull him from the drowning he was experiencing in his chest, if only to stop the tears that flooded his eyes.

But the inevitable caught up with him and he was no longer able to hold in his inner agony, and a ragged breath escaped his lips. Nat's head moved so quickly, he was sure he heard the pop of her neck, her green eyes meeting his swimming blue ones. Her expression softened as she wrapped her arms around his middle.

Steve's arms moved automatically around her, he had grown so used to it that he no longer hesitated, and buried his nose in her hair as the tears finally fell.

The next morning

The sun rose uninterrupted by the sounds of sleep that filled the room of Natalia Romanova, unafraid to wake the former Black Widow as its gentle beams graced the bed that she slept on, eventually reaching her face. She frowned, stubbornly wishing to stay asleep just five more minutes.

But the sun does not have a snooze button.

Taking a deep, irritated breath, she inhaled the scent of the sheets below her, confirming that she was indeed in her own bed, an odd—and slightly disappointing—occurrence. Even if Steve wouldn't sleep in the same room as her on nights where they didn't suffer from nightmares, it was just weird to not wake up to the smell so unique to him clinging to the sheets.

Rubbing her eyes, a song floated into her head, and she was too drowsy to care what it was, though it did help that it was a gentle song with a ukulele. It brought a sad smile to her lips once she realized what it was, and brought back the night before. She sat up and decided she should probably check up on Steve, who had no doubt carried her up the stairs to her room after she fell asleep during their movie marathon.

After watching the little short Lava, Natalia had resolved to make Steve laugh before the night was done. And smiled a bit more at the memory that she had succeeded as they finished watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Running her fingers through her hair, trying to get the wild red bed head under control, she made her way downstairs, humming to the ukulele. Twirling in step with the song at the bottom of the stairs, she turned into the kitchen…

And right into Steve's chest.

His warm hands, which had thankfully not been carrying anything, shot out and steadied her waist as she looked up, still humming. Without missing a beat, she moved her hands to clasp behind Steve's neck, forcing the two of them into a semi-slow dance motion as she continued to sway to the refrain she hummed.

Although her eyes were closed, she was pretty sure that her partners was bright pink in the face. Too bad she didn't have her phone handy.

The humming eventually turned into words as she remembered what the final refrain said. It was sung softly, and without confidence, because she had only heard the song once, but she didn't care. It was a cute song and this was a cute moment.

"I lava you…" She sung as the ukulele stopped playing in her head.

She could feel Steve relax as they stopped dancing, moving his head a bit, so that his nose as very close to her ear. "You know…I thought the guy was supposed to ask the lady to dance?"

Natalia chuckled, glad that his voice sounded normal, and a bit playful. "Well, you should be a bit quicker, next time, eh soldier?"

His chuckle reverberated in her chest. "I guess I will, ma'am."

She pulled away, smirking up at him. "Did you make coffee?"

Before he could open his mouth, the coffee maker began to drip the brown liquid into the pot below. Impulsively, Nat stood on her tippy toes and kissed Steve's warm cheek.

"You are a God-send."

"Uh…You're welcome?"

A/N: And that's a wrap for this one!

Btw: my opinion on Tangled and Frozen is that I prefer the former. Frozen is okay. I'm just not a huge fan.

Also, Lava is the cutest little story. I completely recommend watching it, even if it'll wreck your feels.

Reviews are nice! Until next time!

~Rachel