Saving Steve (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter 57 - A Sweetheart Grip

"I don't know, Nat. I don't think it'll work," you say nervously, wringing your hands as you sit on the couch, facing Natasha while she leans against the table.

"Sure it will," she says. "You follow my instructions and it'll be simple."

You bite your lip, torn. Steve had been clear about his desire for you to stay here at the theatre. And you had agreed. But you can't bear the thought of Steve going into this fight and never coming home. 

"Honey, listen," Natasha says, pushing off the table and kneeling in front of you. "Come if you want. Stay if you don't. But if you want to be there, this is how you'll get to the jet without being found out."

You let out a sigh and bury your face in your hands, thinking. "I can't just watch him walk out the door knowing he might not ever come back, Nat. I...I need to be there," you say, making up your mind.

"Good," says Nat, standing and falling onto the couch next to you. "And stop worrying so much. Everything will be fine."

"Will it?" you ask nervously. 

Nat takes a deep breath and takes your hand in hers. "If there's anyone that can pull this off, it's Steve."

Your brow twitches as you look down at yours and Natasha's hands. "What if I'm a distraction, Nat. What if-"

"It won't matter where you are, honey," Natasha says gently. "You're going to be a distraction regardless. There won't be any difference between you being here and-,"

Natasha cuts herself off, eyes darting towards the door. You look at her, head tilted. But she simply winks in time for the door to the prop room to swing open. Steve walks in, followed by a skulking Bucky.

Steve's gaze immediately finds you and Natasha on the couch, his eyes flitting to your hands and your sour expression. His own turns skeptical.

"What are you two birds talking about?" Steve asks, walking over and bending down to place a kiss on the top of your head.

"Mind your business, Rogers," Nat smirks, standing giving him a pat on the shoulder.

Steve presses his lips together and arches one brow. "I don't like it," he says, gaze flitting between the two of you. "You look like you're causing trouble Nat."

"Who, me?" she says with a smirk. "You're imagining things Rogers. And even if I was, who doesn't like a little trouble now and then?"

"I don't," Steve fires back.

Nat laughs and shakes her head, giving Steve a final pitying pat on the shoulder. "Well then you might just be in the wrong business, Cap."

Steve grumbles and steps away from Nat, who walks up to Bucky. She gives him a terse nod, which he begrudgingly returns before the two of them start talking quietly about the infiltration plan as Steve sinks down on the couch next to you, pulling you into his lap. He doesn't seem to care about the others in the room as he buries his face in your neck, breathing in deeply and holding you more possessively than he ever has before. You lean into his embrace, letting your hands run lovingly over his arm, relishing these last moments.

"So, you speak Russian?" you hum teasingly, turning your face to kiss Steve's forehead sweetly. "Was that the serum too? Or did you know it before?" you ask.

"Serum," grumbles Steve, his beard tickling your neck. "Gave me a pretty good memory. I picked it up with the German."

"German?" you laugh. "Any other surprises?"

"I know some Spanish," he says. "And Italian."

"Wow," you exclaim, impressed. "I suppose that makes sense. Romance languages and all."