A/N: Hello readers! First I want to thank everyone so, so much for all your positive feedback! You don't know how happy I am when I come on and see somebody telling me how much they love this story. I love you all! :)

Secondly, I'm here to say that I want to pick up and make things more intimate soon. My little fangirl heart is screaming to let loose and do what I want. Just warning you in advance so it won't seem like they just get randomly intense romantically super fast.

Thanks again for reading!

It had been a two months since that rainy day in Steve's apartment when Natasha's flawless mask broke. The news of their relationship broke free after a few weeks and spread throughout SHIELD. It was no longer a secret anymore; Natasha and Steve now were sometimes caught with their fingers entwined, holding each other close as they held their breaths and closed their eyes, and even occasionally an intern would pass by the gym and see the two kissing each other sweetly.

Steve had felt so dizzy this whole time. The thought of Natasha intoxicated him. When he could touch her, smell the sweet aroma of her perfume, or feel how soft her lips were he imagined it as what being drunk would feel. He didn't know what to do with himself; everything was going so fast.

He loved every second of it.

At his apartment, he found all the sketches. He had abandoned drawing ever since he and Natasha started getting close. Nightmares rarely came, and it was no longer a need.

Then the letter. That one letter he had never sent but written to her oh so long ago when neither of them knew how much they wanted the other nor the blissfulness that came from being still in each other's arms. It was strange reading over it; it was like a memoir from a person who didn't exist anymore. Steve read of a man in love with a woman who he was too scared to be with—too scared to do anything, really.

He didn't want to be that man anymore.

Natasha showed up at his apartment a few minutes after he called, leaving him to wonder if she did anything else. "What did you want to talk about?" she asked, setting her purse down.

Steve paused for a moment. "Mind sitting down?"

She led the way to his couch, crossing her legs as she sat down. "Is this something I should be worried about?"

"No." He gave a weak grin. "Just something I feel like I should tell you about."

Something flickered in Natasha's eyes. It looked like uncertainty. "Go on."

He struggled to start. "Natasha, before… you and I, I had these nightmares. They were terrible. They plagued me every night, leaving me to cry and feel so weak. But then… I noticed something. I saw you one day, and something stirred inside, and when I was around you, I was so happy—happy enough where just the thought of you could protect me that night. So you being with me… leaves me ecstatic and breathless and however else you feel when you get off a roller coaster."

Steve caught a small smile from Natasha.

"And… I know this doesn't sound like much, but Natasha… just know I really care about you."

Natasha didn't say anything. Instead, she stood up and went over to the plethora of CDs he had swamping his CD player. "Bobby Darin, huh?" she asked simply. "You really like him?"

Steve, unsure of what she was doing, answered with, "Uh-huh."

Her fingers sifted through the CDs she had gotten him, resting on one before taking it out and putting in the CD player. "Come dance with me," she told him.

He felt his face get red. "Um, I can't—"

"That's an order, Captain."

Standing up, he had to grin. He took her hand, started to move with her. "Doesn't the male usually lead?" he teased.

"I like to shake things up." She smirked.

They danced for songs, each one letting them get a little more energized, a little more intense, a little more excellent, a little more intimate.

A song with a crescendo of violins came on. Natasha slowed down suddenly, although it wasn't a necessarily a slow song. Steve slowed down as well. Her head rested on his chest, palms lightly pressed against his biceps. As they silently rocked, Steve listened to the lyrics.

…Where do you go, when you feel like your brain is on fire?

Where do you go, when you don't even know what it is you desire?

He had heard this song before, but only as background music. The lyrics were a thing he never picked up on.

…Music, but a lonely song

When you can't help but wondering

Where do I belong?

Looking down at Natasha, something clicked. They were two people who had their fates predetermined for them. They were supposed to do whatever the authority told them to do because that was how they were built. Natasha to kill people originally, but now in a more civil sense. He himself was supposed to save and represent America.

But although they acted strong, they were just two wandering souls, uncertain of where to go or what to do because they didn't have identities themselves. They couldn't unlock the secrets that they should already know, or listen to what they thought themselves.

And maybe finding each other was the best thing.

"I liked that song," Natasha murmured. "What was it called?"

"'Night Song,'" Steve answered softly.

Natasha let out a content sigh. "I wish we could listen to that song and dance for hours and hours."

"Anything you want." He kissed the top of her head, letting her go to repeat it.

That night it ended up as their song.

A/N (again): Ta da! Now you know why this story is called "Night Song". It's kind of my personal song for these two, hence the reason I used it for this as well as my story title. It's not a romantic song, but at the same time, I just sort of connect them to that.

If you're interested in hearing it, it's on Youtube. It's an old Bobby Darin song, 1965 I believe. It's a wonderful tune, and I'm not just saying that because Bobby Darin is my favorite singer. ;)

More to come soon!