As cliché as it sounds, I've always wanted to do a Hollywood!AU. So here it is.

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#4: You and I

They were America's sweethearts- distinctly talented, loveable... unequivocally beautiful.

She, Natasha Romanova, was a wonderful singer and an even more brilliant songwriter.

He, Steven Rogers, was a gifted actor who had proved himself to be among the very few exceptional talents, despite only being in the entertainment industry for less than two years.

They first met at the after-party of his latest movie premiere and began dating shortly after. Her beauty instantly took his breath away, without doubt. But above all, he was captivated by her intelligence and playful character, qualities that often lacked in most of the women he had come across. In turn, she found him to be very charming, a gentleman by nature.

It was a whirlwind romance. A true romance nonetheless.

From romantic dinner dates and weekend getaways to red carpet walks, the pair was constantly under the limelight. And the media of course adored the couple. Young and madly in love, Natasha and Steve easily became both envy and admiration of many A-list celebrities. But like most people who were in a relationship, they fought and they made up, each reunion more intense than the last.

In spite of everything, they were happy. And that was all that mattered.

Soon he asked her to move in with him. She said yes. And because they both loved Los Angeles, it was a mutual decision to reside there.

0-0-0

Fast-forward to six months into their relationship and tensions were starting to build up. He landed two new picture deals that required him to be constantly away, traveling back and forth for shooting. Similarly, in between studio recordings, photo shoots and her music tours, she was rarely ever home.

The occasional times when they were together, they wasted in arguing and blaming each other for every little thing they could fault. Whether it was attributed to exhaustion and pressure from their demanding jobs, neither could really tell. They had grown apart somehow.

Until one night, their fight reached its boiling point. Natasha stormed out of the house before Steve could even blink, got into the car and drove away.

Tears were streaming down her face and her muffled crying the only sound in the otherwise empty car, till a sudden ringing from her cell interrupted the somber state she was in.

She reached for the device, vision somewhat blurry from her tears, in hope of Steve be the one calling her. Instead it was her manager, Pepper Potts that flashed across the screen. She looked down at the phone in her hand, debating whether or not to take Pepper's call, her other hand was still on the steering wheel.

It was merely for a split second, but she missed the red light just as another car was speeding from the other direction.

A loud crash, shortly followed by extreme pain throughout her body. Then it was complete, utter darkness.

0-0-0

If asked, Natasha would say that it was truly a miracle that she survived the accident with only a few bruised ribs, and a minor concussion. She was hardly aware of what happened after the crash, given that she was unconscious right away.

Steve had been keeping vigil over her and refusing to leave the hospital, insisting that he needed to be there when she woke up. He sat by her bedside, talking to her, apologizing over and over again.

On the second day, she finally opened her eyes and was immediately met with Steve's concerned, yet relief expression. A look of weariness was evident on his handsome face, and his eyes were red and a bit swollen from too much crying. Then there was the guilt.

But Natasha was quick to assure him that it was all forgiven. They both had been too stubborn and stupid in the first place, so they now just had to learn from their mistakes, and moved on. It was after all what relationship was about- figuring things out, together.

She told him they would be alright, that they could get through this. And Steve believed her.

It was one week later when Natasha was released from the hospital. Another week after, Steve surprised her with a trip to the Maldives. He had asked his agent Phil Coulson, as well as Pepper, to arrange both his and Natasha's schedules so they could sneak a quiet retreat out of the country.

Of course the other reason would be to avoid the paparazzi and their incessant questions about the accident.

The couple just needed a break.

0-0-0

"I wrote a new song." She said to him on the third day of their trip. They were sitting side by side on the beach, waiting for the sunset. "Would you like to hear it?"

Her hazel eyes, gleaming with excitement, looked at him expectantly. "But it's still not finished, I'd just like to know what you think of-"

Steve silenced her with a kiss. "Sing it to me." He murmured against her lips.

Natasha gave him a shy smile as she picked up her guitar, and began softly humming the lyrics.

I figured it out

I figured it out from black and white

Saw the mistakes of up and down

There's always room for common ground

Did they ever hold each other tight, like us?

Did they ever fight, like us?

You and I,

We don't wanna be like them

We can make it till the end

Nothing can come between

You and I,

We can make it if we try

Oh, you and I

"It's beautiful." He told her when the song was over.

She beamed at his praise, "Really? You like it?"

He smiled, blue eyes filled with affection. "I love it."

Setting down the guitar, Natasha squealed in delight as she threw her arms around Steve's neck. He picked her up with ease, her legs wrapped around his waist, their foreheads touching.

Keeping his strong hold on her small form, Steve let his kiss speak of his feelings.

"I love you so much." He whispered as realization hit, "So much."

Running her hands through his golden locks, she also confessed, "I love you too, Steve."

There was nothing Steve wanted more, except to be with Natasha. Everyday for the rest of his life.

"Will you do something for me then?"

Her expression turned curious, "Anything."

"Will you marry me?"

Smiling, her eyes were slightly moistened when she breathed the word, "Yes."

A/N:

The lyrics, I 'borrowed' from the song "You & I" by One Direction, mainly because I think the words fit nicely with the story.

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