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Moments Like This
The sun was shining brightly, dipping the wide meadows into a golden light. Birds were singing, the wind gently rustled through the leaves of the old trees that stood by the street and Natasha and Steve relished in seeing not a single soul around. This place belonged to them alone, nobody was disturbing them here.
It had been a spontaneous decision to take Steve's motorcycle and leave Washington for some time, but they didn't regret it at all. Sitting on a blanket on the meadow, surrounded by flowers and eating the food they'd brought, they had a moment for themselves. With no villains to fight, they could concentrate on the beauty of this very moment, and pretend as if they were completely normal; no superheroes, but average people that liked to spend some time together.
And as Natasha leaned against Steve's shoulder and he slung one arm around her to pull her closer, they wished that this moment would never end.