A/N This one is happening in an AU where Steve and Nat are secretly a couple during Civil War. The title is from the lyrics of a song from this year's Eurovision Song Contest. I guess it was Estonia's Song called 'Verona'! And... ham... kind of contains a spoiler for Star Wars 7 (but who hasn't seen it?!).

Also: Please let me know in the reviews if you want to request anything because I might be running out of ideas soon xD

October 14th: Like Romeo and Juliet once before

(Romanogers, AU, rated T)

She was staring at the ticking clock on the nightstand illuminated by the light of the full moon. Quietly she sat up in bed and glanced over at the person next to her. Steve was facing the door so to her only his back was visible. Hesitating for a moment longer Natasha whispered: "Are you awake?"

A few moments later his response followed. Only a single word: "Yes."

Natasha started chewing on her bottom lip and held onto the blanket to cover her bare breasts: "We need to talk about it, you know."

Sighing Steve turned around: "No... We might wake the others when we have a discussion. I don't want anyone to know you are here."

They were staying in a small house about half an hour drive away from New York - Sam, Wanda, Bucky and Steve. The place was far enough to not be found immediately but close enough to still know what was going on with the Sokovia Accords. Steve had managed to let Nat know where they were without Tony finding out about it.

Nat looked down: "I don't want a discussion and I don't want one of us yelling at the other. That's not how it's supposed to be."

Steve now sat up too: "Natasha... Please... don't make this more complicated than it already is. If you are about to tell me anything other than you have decided to stay with us - I don't want to hear about it."

Running a hand through her hair Nat faced him again: "I just want to tell you... that... I can't let you get hurt."

Steve was about to say something in response but the words didn't come out. Instead, he carefully caressed her cheek before finally finding the right words: "I want the same... I don't want to fight you. I want to be with you."

Natasha shook her head: "No... you don't understand. If I stay with you I can no longer protect you. I need to stand with Stark to know about his plans and to stop him from doing something he does out of desperation."

Steve removed his hand again: "I see why you would think that, but it's not necessary. If you are with me we can find a solution together."

Falling back into the pillows again Natasha took a deep breath: "This... thing escalated way too much to find a solution. I know there will be a fight and there will be blood."

Steve kept sitting there and looked out the window: "Maybe you are right... but that makes me think even less that it is a good idea for you to side with him."

Natasha stared at the ceiling: "Every minute I spend without you I miss you, but I also am afraid that... that one of your people might get hurt, might... die. That you might die. I need to know what's going on on the other side."

Returning his eyes to her Steve sighed: "I can't change your mind, I see... but that kind of makes us enemies."

Natasha slightly tilted her head to look at him: "It only makes you and Tony kind of enemies, but I will never be your foe."

Steve smiled a small smile: "I know, you might leave this place right now if I say that, but... I love you."

Hesitantly Natasha closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again she sat up and kissed him whispering: "I know."

Steve returned the kiss and started grinning: "Han Solo is greeting."

Natasha chuckled lightly: "He's been with Leia until he died after all..."

Steve pulled her closer and kissed her again: "True."

Natasha ran a hand through his hair and down his back admiring every movement of his muscles as he spread kisses from her neck down to her breasts and stomach. They kissed passionately when he reached her neck again and Natasha grinned: "Kind of like Romeo and Juliet... from two different sides but desperate for each other anyway."

Steve started grinning along: "And this shabby cottage near New York is our tower in Verona. You should write a drama now..."

Containing her laughter Natasha rested her head against his torso: "I can already see it... damn would it sell..."

Steve placed a kiss on her hairline: "There is one difference, though. There will always be a good ending to our story."

Natasha nodded and listened to his heartbeat: "Always... because we will be there for each other."

Steve sighed when he caught a glance at the clock: "It's 2 AM already... we can't fall asleep or the others might wake up before us."

Natasha pressed her lips together feeling an inner frustration rise: "I don't want to leave already..."

Steve stopped running his fingers through her hair: "I don't want you to leave either, but if it is your decision to go back you need to go now..."

Natasha swallowed hard and sat up again. Steve sat up too and looked her in the eye: "Stay safe, okay?"

Natasha nodded and kissed him briefly: "Same thing for you." She let the covers fall away when she rose from the bed and started getting dressed again picking up her clothes from the floor. Steve watched her in silence.

When she finished she looked over her shoulder to look at him once again and whispered a 'Goodnight' before leaving the cottage as she entered it - through the window.