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Nothing mattered: That was her mind set for the past few months. Today the team had got back from a long mission in Europe. They were tracking down random hydra stations and still shutting them down. They didn't need Steve to come and help them, the mission was quick, and before they knew it they were back home. It was the first mission that Natasha had done without Steve since the avengers had reassembled to fight Ultron. It felt weird fighting without him at her side. The mission messed with her head so much that she decided the only thing she could do was get drunk off her ass to drown the feelings she was experiencing. She walked into the town's tavern. It was a small little town just an hour or so from the facility. She could have gotten drunk there but then she would have to answer to everyone else. Here she could let loose and not worry about someone she knew judging her.
It was after several drinks and a few long hours that she got hit down. Guys had tried to hit on her and she denied their advances, finally it seemed to stop. Then she had the wind knocked out of her. She saw him. She was sure it was him. A man, the same height as Steve and with the same facial features as Steve, walked into the bar. This guy had the same brilliant blue eyes as Steve. Though he was slightly different. He had a full beard and dark brown hair. She didn't believe in a coincidence that was something Steve had taught her. Either this was Steve's doppelganger or this was her Steve, the man that she loved and wanted so desperately. The bar tender nodded at him and acknowledged him as Grant. He called back and ordered a scotch straight on the rocks. He sounded so like Steve. As he made his way to bar she couldn't tell if it was her broken heart or head that ached more. She found him without even trying and he didn't even see her.
Steve had had a long day on the farm planting and grooming the land. He needed a bit of an escape. He built a cover story in the town near by. He was 'Grant' an ex-military officer that was just trying to get back into a normal routine. Steve took a trip into town that night. He walked into the tavern and ordered his standard drink. Even though alcohol didn't affect him, he still relished in the small sting it provided as it slipped down his throat. As he approached the bar he saw her. Shit, this wasn't supposed to happen. She never went out and that's why he was always so comfortable coming into town and into this tavern. Oh god how he missed her. She looked so aged and defeated, he couldn't help but feel responsible. 'No, she broke your heart, there is no need for pity, not for her.' He scolded himself. He yearned for her touch, to run his calloused hands over her soft porcelain skin. He made eye contact with her. Oh shit no. She smiled at him and he knew she knew who he was. He picked up his drink and walked over to her, he couldn't run and hide now.
He was walking over to her. She ached more now and she knew it was her heart. She was excited and terrified at the same time. She was screaming inside and she wanted him so badly. He approached her and his arm snaked around her waist.
"I know you know who I am. Come with me." He whispered in her ear.
"Steve. I've missed you so much." He lead her to a small booth all the way in the back of the tavern.
"Romanoff."
"Steve." He sat there looking at her and his face softened slightly. They continued to drink in silence. He stood up and took her hand and pulled her to him. They stood impossibly close. They stared hard and long at each other. She was dying to hold him and kiss him and he was dying to do the same. He took a chance and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her even closer in a tight hug. She slid her arms around the back of neck and rested her head against his broad chest. He tucked his head into the crevasse of her neck. His beard and breath tickled her neck. They stood like that lightly swaying to the faint music that filled the tavern.
"Steve, please come home, please come back to me." She was half whining as she said it. Her voice was so soft and soothing. He looked at her and their eyes locked again. He leaned down slightly and she leaned up on her tiptoes. Their lips met in a soft and sweet kiss. When they broke apart their eyes seemed over taken with lust and desire.
He led her out the back and to the local motel. He brought her to one of the rooms and as soon as the door was closed, they were all over each other. It was like her dream all over again. Except something about this grounded her and made her sure that this was real. As he pleased her she couldn't help but marvel at his muscles rippling above her with his every move. They spent the night taking control of the other. Throughout the night he whispered her name over and over again. It was a drug and she couldn't get her fill, after all he hadn't spoken to her in almost a year, and it had been 2 years since he called her anything other than 'Romanoff'. When they finally fell asleep she was tucked into his chest and his arms were wrapped around her waist.