So I've recently fallen in love with the idea of Steve and Nat being together so I made this like short story with this cute song I found. Hope you guys enjoy!
Song: Strawberry Blond by Mitski
"How did you know this was the perfect spot for a nap?" Natasha asks, folding her arms under her head and closing her eyes. She let out a small sigh, a smile resting on her face.
"Well, I don't always come out here for a run." Steve replies, watching her out of the corner of his eyes. The two of them have been through a lot together. Taking down Shield, fighting Ulton, Civil War, and just recently losing to Thanos. Her hair was starting to grow back to its original shade, her ends still platinum blonde.
"You're bad, Rogers." She teases, opening one of her green eyes, making his stomach drop.
He just chuckles unsure what to say. She closes her eyes again, soaking up the sun. He shifts in the grass, trying to calm himself down. Until recently, Steve and Natasha have never seen each other as anything more than friends. Now, she's all that Steve can think about.
He almost feels guilty to admit it.
Besides the fact that they are coworkers and good friends, there's also the lingering thought of Peggy. Yes, she passed a few years ago, but it still eats at him. She was his first love and he feels as if he's betraying her by loving someone else. After all, wasn't she is best girl?
"Rogers, wake up." Natasha says, startling him from his latest thoughts. "You're gonna get burnt if you lay here any longer."
Covering his feelings, he pops a smirk onto his face. "I'm a super soldier, Romanoff. The sun has nothing on me."
"Just because you're a super soldier doesn't mean your white skin is invincible to the harmful rays of the sun." She says, poking his chest. He's left breathless as she rises from her spot. He looks at where she used to be, her shape left in the green grass. How he aches for her to return and for this moment to never end.
"Steve." She calls, catching his attention. His heart pounds out of his chest, looking at her. She stands beside his truck, holding her shoes in her hands, her bare feet poking out in the grass. "Are you coming?" She asks.
"Yeah." He replies, quickly rising to his feet. He lets out a soft yawn as he stretches. She rolls her eyes with a smirk, watching him. He jogs over to the truck, unlocking it for her to enter.
"Finally. I thought I would have to call Bruce to come and get you off your lazy ass." She says as she throws her shoes onto the floorboards. She places her feet on the dashboard, watching him buckle up and start the truck.
Steve lets a small huff. "Bruce is probably taking his Sunday afternoon nap. He'd send you to voicemail." He smiles, making her softly chuckle.
He starts driving down the road, not a single car in sight. He rolls down their windows, letting the soft summer breeze float between them. "I thought you were borrowing this truck." Natasha pipes up. "Couldn't part with it?" She teases with a smirk.
"Maria told me that the owner said I could keep. He thought it was cool that Captain America chose his truck out of all of them in the lot." Steve explains, resting one of his arms on the window.
"I love Maria." Natasha sighs, earning a grin from Steve. He should tell her now. Tell her that he loves her and can't picture a life without her now. Everything about her is just so perfect that he can't even explain it.
He watches her reach out the window, her hand dancing in the wind. She occasionally grabs at the breeze, acting like she wants to catch it and keep it and hold onto it forever. Steve blushes, pushing his feelings down and focusing on the road. He keeps his eyes on the white line, his heart aching to hold her. Just follow the white lines, follow the white lines back to the compound.
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"Steve?" She calls, making his heart swoon. He loves it when she calls his name. The idea of her wanting to see him always makes him so nervous.
"Yes?" He asks, poking his head into her study room.
"I have to make a call to the others later, ya know, to check up on everything." She says, her eyes watching her hands trace the table. She nervously fidgets, moving a few notebooks around and placing her ballet shoes on a chair. "It might not end well. Could we maybe do something to take my mind off it?" She asks.
"Yeah, of course." He replies, stepping into the room. He glances out the window, trying to stop his heart from pounding in his ears. He shoves his hands into his pockets to stop them from shaking. "The weather is still nice. Maybe a picnic outdoors?"
"Alright. As long as you don't cook." She smiles, her green eyes meeting his blue ones. Oh, how he loves how she looks his way.
"PB&Js alright for you?" He smiles.
"Just fine." She softly sighs, sitting down in her chair. "Call for me when it's ready?"
"Yeah. Sure. Should be soon." He nods, walking back to the kitchen. He's constantly telling himself that this is nothing more than friends eating together. Natasha isn't expecting anything grand or anything romantic. They're just friends.
Quickly, he makes their meals and grabs a blanket from the living room. He peeks his head into her study. "Ready, Nat?" He asks.
"Definitely. I need to calm myself down before this meeting." She says, standing up. She follows him outside. Steve quickly shakes the blanket out, laying it underneath a large tree just outside the compound.
The two of them peacefully eat their sandwiches in silence. Steve had been born and raised in New York, Brooklyn having that special place in his heart. But as he looks at the strawberry blonde, he realizes that he doesn't need the city. He doesn't need the proof.
All he needs is her.
All he needs is that beautiful strawberry blonde.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" Natasha asks, noticing his long stares. She isn't uncomfortable with his staring, in fact, she mostly said it because she's afraid that he noticed her staring.
"No. Sorry, darling." He smiles, shaking his head and looking at his sandwich.
"Darling?" Natasha smirks, making him fumble and blush. "I'm just teasing you, Steve. I know you don't mean anything by it."
He just nods and awkwardly chuckles. The thing is, he totally means something. He wants to call her his darling, his doll. He wants his life to be in the shape in her. Every time he's pictured it, it's been something so soft. Just the two of them, trying to make it in this crazy world. After all, it's just been the two of them for years now.
"Is it that late already?" Natasha asks, looking at her watch. Steve glances at his own, his heart sinking. "Steve, you have to make it to your meeting in the city. You should be going." She says.
He doesn't want to go. He's too busy staring into her green eyes, her strawberry blonde hair flowing, the fields rolling behind her. "You haven't finish your sandwich yet." He replies, swallowing deeply. It was the only thought that came to his mind.
She chuckles, beginning to stand. "Don't worry. I'll finish it after my meeting. But, you need to be going." She says. He's frozen still, watching her begin to pack up. "I'll see you when you come back." She says, kissing his cheek.
"Meeting?" He slightly stutters, his eyes glued to her. Were there bees swarming somewhere? Why did it feel like his ears were ringing?
"Yeah. Remember? Your meeting in the city for those people that lost family in the. . ." She trails, licking her lips, looking at her plate.
"Oh." He says. He pinches his eyes shut, shaking his head. He stands up. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry. It just left my mind."
"Don't worry about it." She says. She reaches out, her hand touching his. He stops, his eyes trailing up her arm to meet her face. Why did it feel like he was on fire? Why couldn't he breathe? "See you in a few hours."
"Yeah." He nods. She begins walking away, but he reaches out, grabbing her elbow. "See you in a few hours." He quickly repeats, his lips landing on her cheek. "Good luck."
"You too." She softly replies, trying to keep her smile from taking over her face. Steve watches as she walks back to the compound, her bare feet making soft imprints in the grass. She carefully balances her sandwich on her plate, the blanket draped over her shoulder.
He loves everybody, but only because he loves her.
He loves that strawberry blonde.
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Kinda crappy ending, but I hope you guys realize when this was taking place hahaha. If you didn't, it was right before Scott shows up in Endgame.