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Trace My Scars
Natasha Romanoff was a woman with many scars, and though she was hiding them from people's eyes, she still wore them with a certain amount of pride. They were making her the person who she was today, and they were a reminder of her past, no matter how ugly some of them were. For Steve, they were beautiful and he loved to trace them, even though the stories behind them were full of blood and death.
It was as if he was exploring a little bit of the secrets Natasha was having when his fingertips were grazing over the first scar he'd seen of her, where Bucky had shot her. She seemed to reveal a little bit of herself when he kissed along the long, pink line at her thigh, or nibbled at the faint white scar below her ribs.
They were a part of her, beautiful imperfections that he cherished because only he was allowed to see them.