Chapter 1: I don't even know your name
Steve's comments as he recalls the past
"Natasha," He pleaded as he looked at her. "Please, don't let the past ruin our future."
"Our future?" She questioned. "There's no future. Not since you walked out of my life."
"And that was a mistake-"
"You expect me to do what exactly? Forgive you?" She shook her head. "I can't and even if I could, I wouldn't. Now, please Steve. Leave." She told him before closing the door on his face. He sighed and turned back. He looked around at her beautiful front garden as he walked down the stairs of the porch. He can't believe that it happened, he lost her
- You must think she had good reasons to do so and she did, but you can't judge a story from a simple moment, right? What am I saying? That is not what you must think, I think you are thinking about how all of this started.
It all started when he got this new job, this new career which changed his whole life. It was something that he had always wanted to do, he had always wanted to be a singer. He remembered that day as if it was yesterday when it actually happened 3 years and half ago.
He couldn't believe it at first, there he finally was after all those guitar lessons, after singing for two dollars in the cold streets of New York, after hoping for something that would probably never come. There he was, standing in the lobby of SHIELD RECORDS where so many people he fancied worked at. He had looked around the lobby and he was realizing, just now that his dream was coming to life and he was only 24 years old.
"Ah, Steve!" He heard Phil Coulson call out. He was the one who made this all possible. He approached him as he held out both of his hands and a smile played on his lips. "There you are, we were all waiting for you."
He smiled at him and walked towards where he stood. "Thank you, sir."
"Oh, no! Call me Phil, please I'm not that old." He chuckled. "We set a whole team just for you in the conference room. Songwriters, musicians, all kinds of producers, everybody you may need!" He confessed before giving him a smile. "Anyway, enough talk. Come with me."
He nodded and rearranged my guitar case over his shoulder. Phil walked him through the building to the conference room. On the way, he initiated a small talk with him, he told me about how much he was excited and how much of a fan of mine he already was.
- Awkward, right?
He opened the door and pulled him inside the room as he settled his hand on his upper back. "Guys, there he is!" Coulson said enthusiastically.
Honestly, he felt weird. He was really not used to being so much praised from people. Never once did he think that he would be treated like this straight from the beginning of his career. He looked around the room and as he predicted, he didn't know anybody. Some people were sitting around the table and they all had their eyes on him except a red haired woman who was furiously writing something in her pink and gold notebook. Her hair was the first thing he noticed about her, that color was anything but common and oddly, she felt familiar even through he couldn't her face.
- Ah! Her...
"Go sit there." Coulson told him as he pointed out to the chair in front of the table.
He nodded and walked towards the table. He removed his guitar case from his shoulder and set it beside him as he sat down. "Hey?" He said waving awkwardly at everybody.
A brunette woman that was on his right stood up and held out a piece of paper for him to take. "Hi, Steve." She said. "My name is Peggy Carter and I am one of the official songwriters of SHIELD RECORDS. On this paper you'll find the instrumental of a song that I wrote days ago and I think it might fits you? Come on, go ahead, play it."
- Ah! Her, as well...
He accepted the paper for her and he looked into her eyes.
-I thought she a beautiful dame- girl- woman. Well, you understood me.
Steve must admit, he felt kind of pressured by her. She immediately urged him on to play the instrumental. He thought they would've asked him what kind of musics he did or at least, what he wanted. He quickly brushed it off, it must be like that and it was his first day he didn't want to disappoint anybody.
He took his guitar from the guitar case and arranged the chords properly. He cleared his throat to get everybody's attention and then started playing the instrumental as he followed the notes written on the sheet of paper. He thought that Peggy might start singing but she did nothing except nodded her head in agreement as he played.
Not to complain, but he doesn't just play guitar. He sings, too. He was supposed to do both, he wanted to do both. He looked up at the brunette and stopped playing the chords. "I don't see how-" He began talking but was interrupted by the voice of another woman.
"Play it again." She said. "The instrumental, I think I might have something."
He looked around the table to see who had talked and saw that it was the red haired woman from earlier. Now that he got to see her face, she really looked familiar but he couldn't put his finger on where he already saw her. "Play it again." She repeated as she stood up and walked towards him. He did as he was asked and started playing Peggy's instrumental again. He waited for the mysterious woman to do whatever she wanted to.
- The first time I ever looked at her, or so I thought
She nodded slowly before she began to sing. "Tonight, I've got a chance to seek you out / A board set free from its key / you might freak out but baby he's child / And the lights are on center stage." He looked up to the woman and his fingers played the instrumental that they wanted. She was the one accompanying the sound of music, not the other way around. He was literally dumbfounded by her beautiful voice.
- What a perfect way to start the day, right?
"So get on this ride / You can say what you like." His fingers started playing a beat up melody as they totally forgot Peggy's initial one. "But we won't get this change again / Like a breath of fresh air / So deep under there, and I've waited for long / Let's it slow."
A smile appeared on her soft looking lips and her eyes locked with his. Her eyes, oh God, they the most beautiful emerald eyes he had ever seen in his life.
- UPDATE! 3 years after that, still the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen
"That's good." He complimented her.
- Good? It was amazing!
"It's not finished." She said and her actual voice was as beautiful as her singing voice. "But that was something just made up on the moment. Anyway, I think we should all introduce ourselves before we're actually getting started. I'm Natasha Romanoff and I am a songwriter."
Then, one by one, all of the people present in the room presented themselves. Only then, he didn't know that some of them would become friends and others foes.
- What a fool I have been
He said hi to each of them as he smiled politely. "Well, let's start." Natasha began. "Do you have any songs already written?"
He nodded and smiled. "I got a bunch."
"Let's hear them."
"What? All of them?" He said with wide eyes.
Natasha laughed nodding her head. "Yeah, that's what we are all here for, right?"
- Oh, what a laugh!
Steve looked at her and he swore he knew that laugh. He knew that woman, he had already met Natasha somewhere but he couldn't put where exactly. He nodded slowly and placed his fingers on the strings of his guitar and began playing the first song that he wrote that came up in his mind. Natasha was looking at him with a smile on her lips.
"Oh, you waited so long / Sometimes it's hard to stand out
And you don't have to do anything else / But be yourself, oh." He started to sing that song he had written about a woman he had seen three times and who had always been nice to him.
Loki, one the musician present in the room used his MIDI controllers that was connected to the base to play some beats that accorded themselves perfectly with the song. "And you, you dressed up so nice / But all I could see was your eyes.
And the crowd came and pulled you away / And then you were gone."
Everyone nodded in agreement at the song. "Oh, yeah / And I don't even know your name.
All I remember is that smile on your face /And it'll kill me everyday." He sang the chorus."'Cause I don't even know your name"
"Ooh everywhere that I go / I'll see your face and it kills me to know" He played the guitar as he sang. "That you never know what you did to me /And now you were gone, yeah I can't stop thinkin' about you"
"'Cause I don't even know your name / All I remember is that smile on your face
And it'll kill me everyday
'Cause I don't even know your name / Yeah, I don't even know your name"
"I'm running, I'm searching / And I don't know where to start
I'm dying my love you punched a hole right through my heart / And I won't stop, stop looking
'Till I hold you in my arms / 'Cause I'm running, I'm running I'm running"
Natasha had her eyes on Steve and a smile played on her lips, he was just as she remembered.
"I'm running, I'm searching / And I don't know where to start
I'm dying my love you punched a hole right through my heart /And I won't stop, stop looking
'Till I hold you in my arms / 'Cause I'm running, I'm running I'm running"
"And I don't even know your name / All I remember is that smile on your face
And it'll kill me everyday / 'Cause I don't even know your name" He finished with a smile as everybody cheered. He beamed at the fact that they all loved the song.
Natasha looked at Steve with a twinkle in her eyes. "Well," She began. "Now, you do know my name." She said with a smile.
He frowned slightly then a gasp left his lips as he recalled that she was the nice woman he had seen three times. This song was a song he had written about her.
- The first I ever wrote for her and one of the most beautiful
† Song(s) of the Chapter: I don't even know your name by Shawn Mendes †