Romanogers - Oneshots

𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔪, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

*cringes* *publishes anyway*

Natasha doesn't know how long they've been driving.

Too long.

At some point, the individual hours merged into one long ribbon of time. The narrow little roads Steve has been swerving them down are crowded in a never-ending tunnel of trees. Her backside started aching an hour ago, and now even Steve is shifting uncomfortably in his seat. The car is one of Star Industries' standard issue, high tech, high price vehicles, sleek and decidedly incongruous with the quaint green countryside, but sitting sedentary for hours on end is not her style, and extra plush seats won't change that.

She barely registers when Steve puts a hand on her knee as they turn up a drive, and gives it a squeeze and her a smile. Steve's swift exit from the vehicle rouses her though, so Natasha follows with a sigh.

The house that greets her is practically a three-dimensional pop-up from those interior-design home catalogue magazines that sit on the coffee table in the compound for the aesthetic, unread. Red brick. Tall, Victorian-style windows with heavy curtains, through which peek rooms decked to the nines. The snow drifting lazily down around them creates an ultra festive image. Warm. Secluded. Secure.

Steve runs back from unlocking the door to stand in front of her, hopeful.
"When did you organise this?"
"When you weren't looking." He clasps her crossed elbows, pulls her closer into him and out of the cold. "For you and me, all to ourselves." He pauses. "And the baby." She bites her lip to keep back a smile as his hands ghosts her stomach, stroking the smallest bump in existence reverently. "Is it okay?"
She presses their lips together to quiet any fears. "It's more than okay."

Can you tell which ones I rushed