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Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you all enjoy.

A Chair By A Window

Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. — John 15:13

Once upon a time—

A forest twenty miles outside of Paris, France.

The leaves ruffle slightly as two figures run with great stealth through the dark forest. The moon was not out but the stars were brightly hanging in the sky. Its the night before Valentine.

Two agents, a soldier and a spy, run one in front of the other through the thick forest. A pack of ten angry wolf hounds chasing close behind. The hounds call's echo through the foggy forest. Natasha and Steve found themselves running harder, faster as the dogs closed in on them.

"Leave it. To you. To make the only person with a. Pack of crazy dogs angry." Natasha said between panting breaths.

"I'm not. The one. Who called him cranky old man." Steve countered. Natasha was about to respond when Steve through out his arms, catching Natasha across the chest as they both came to an abrupt stop at the age of a fifty foot deep ravine. Catching their breaths for a second Natasha looked down into the riven the fog to thick to see the bottom.

"That would have been a bummer." Natasha said looking to Steve. The hounds were closing in, there cry's not seconds behind.

Pulling Natasha away from the edge he looked at the distance across. Nodding in agreement to his thoughts Steve ran! Pushing off with a powerful leap he jumped across the rocky ravine barley making it. He pulled himself up. Looking back across he held his hand out to catch Natasha.

"Better catch me Rogers. I don't think Clint would be very happy otherwise." Natasha said, Making a mighty leap to reach the other side. The hounds jumped out of the forest just then and grabbed at Natasha's coat, catching a bit of the material in its mouth. Reaching for Steve's hand, for a moment Natasha didn't think she was going to make it. When his hand grabbed hold of her's she slammed hard into the side of the cliff's edge, nocking the wind out of her. 'Good middle of the night diaphragm!' she though as she coughed to catch her breath. Steve pulled her up and they both lie on their backs catching their breath, the angry dogs howling and barking at there defeat.

"That was fun." Steve said, his breathing almost back to normal.

"Yeah! Nothing beats being chased by an angry back of monster dogs and slamming into cliff walls in the middle of the night." Natasha said sarcastically. Though she did enjoy the whole escapade.

"We are going to make it to Paris in one peace aren't we?" She asked as Steve gave her a hand up.

"I said Valentine in Paris didn't I?" A smile touched his lips as they started jogging through the forest to a waiting car near and empty road.

They had thought that they had found a lead on the Winter Soldier (Bucky Barnes) but it had been nothing more then a wild goose chase and a very cranky old man with a pack of crazy dogs.

The sun was up by the time they found the car and started for Paris, Steve in the drivers seat and Natasha not as surprising as it used to be sleeping soundly against the car door. She rarely got any sleep when she was on her own having to always be looking out for herself. With Steve though she was able to relax a little knowing that he would protect her despite her constant sarcasm and protesting against it.

The ride to Paris was long and wet. Though the sunrise might have been nice it was quickly over taken by dark clouds. Rain poured down on the small car. The trees blew, the clouds twirled. Simple and plane this was not a good day. Once in Paris the two X- Agents found a small two bedroom apartment to rent for a little while.

Getting themselves cleaned up and into dry cloths Natasha and Steve found themselves eager to see more then the inside of the apartment. Noticing his partners board expression Steve grabbed their coats and an umbrella.

"Where are you going." Natasha asked a little puzzled. Holding up is arm to reveal her coat he said, "the better question is, 'where are we going.'." Curious but happy to accompany him Natasha sprang up from her chair by the window.

Steve held her coat open as she slipped it on.

Out side the pouring rain slowed to a heavy drizzle. Steve and Natasha headed off down a sidewalk. Both under the umbrella, Natasha's arm looped through Steve's.

The streets were mostly empty but as the rain started to falter more people started to peak out of their hiding places. They walked for a long time in a comfortable silence. Slowly the rain stopped leaving the buildings and trees to softly sing and shine with small water droplets. The sun poked out through the clouds and mist rose up from the ground. The air was fresh and clean and the Eiffel Tower lay ahead of Natasha and Steve.

"So were headed to the Eiffel Tower then?" Natasha asked a little eager. Steve said nothing but Natasha's suspicion was put to rest when she and Steve where riding the elevator up to the top of the Tower.

"Close your eye's." Steve said softly to Natasha before the doors slid open. Rolling her eye's but doing as she was told Natasha closed green eyes. Steve gently guided her out onto the top level of the Eiffel Tower.

Once he had her in position he let her look. Natasha opened her eye's. There before her sat a neat table set for two with candles in the middle, hanging around them soft colored lights all lit by candle danced before her eye's and all of paris spread out below her in all its beauty. A smile touched Natasha's lips as a light breeze kissed her cheeks. A gentle music sang out from a small radio near by.

Steve not giving Natasha much choice gently pulled her to him, they started to sway with the music.

"Steve this is…" She was lost for words, her voice catching. Despite herself her eye's grew misty.

"I'm sorry." She finally said, wiping at her teary eye's, "I'm a trained assassin with a cold stone heart and then you go and do something nice and I get all teary." She breathed out, looking away. Embarrassed.

"I must be going soft." She finally said. Steve stopped their dancing and lowered himself to Natasha's eye's.

"Nat. Your not going soft." Steve said, casually wiping a stray tear. He took a step closer to her, "your just—," There eye's met and they drew closer and closer. Their lips mere inches apart. The sun across Paris was setting and as the final light of day flashed across the crisp sky with majestic gold rays flying in all directions Steve and Natasha's lips met if only for a second. Drawing back at the same time Steve looked away. Running a hand through his hair he said, "Now I'm sorry." His cheeks turned pink, lucky for him the day light was leaving him in a shadow to hide.

"No." Natasha said. Meeting his eye's once more, "I guess I was wrong Steve. This has been the best Valentines Day I have ever had and you can be quite the romantic."

Smiling Steve said, "Happy Valentine Natasha."

And so as it went the Soldier and the Spy spent the rest of the night at the top of Paris dancing and dinning with nothing but the stars in the sky to worry them. For one night they could be just themselves, for tomorrow will mean they would have to say good-bye once again…Until Easter that is.

"What I have a question?" Natasha asked abruptly, "this is the most Iconic Building in Paris. How are we up here with candle lights on this crazy holiday."

"Well," Steve smiled, "Sometimes Starks not all bad."

The End

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