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At Last

N E T H E R L A N D S

I AM SO, SO, SO SORRY! MY INTERNET CONNECTION WAS REALLY CRAPPY, AND I WAS SO BUSY WITH SCHOOL WORK AND HOME STUFF!

Thx GiuliaWidow! Sorry for the very delayed update, like the Black Widow movie.

After a rough day, walking atleast 10 miles, looking out for Ross's agents, Steve and Natasha arrived back to their hotel, carrying weeks worth of food and ammunitions. It was a small room, with a working AC and a jacuzzi. Whenever one of them had a nightmare or was bored, they would just turn it on and relax in the bubbling hot water.

It was nearly 11 PM, so they decided to go to sleep right away. They took off their boots, jackets and all weapons they had stashed in their clothes, which made sitting and standing up uncomfortable.

'It's beautiful, isn't it?' He heard Natasha's brittle voice. 'Under these circumstances did we ever get here.'

Steve turned to his right and saw Natasha looking out of the small hotel's window and towards the quiet, streetlight-luminated streets. 'I'm sorry. About everything. With Tony and Buck-- '

'It's not your fault,' she said, wiping a small tear forming in her left eye. 'I knew what would happen. You don't have to say anything to make up.' 

He nodded his head absentmindedly. 'Call it a day?', he said, patting the bed, 'You look exhausted.'

She chuckled. 'Sure, Cap.'

Though he didn't show it, that nickname made his whole body tense. 'Yes.'

Natasha saw through his façade. She frowned. 'Hey,' she climbed over to the other side of the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck, resting her head over his shoulder. 'It's not the best right now, but I'm here. Always.'

He smiled sadly. 'You were always there.'

She kissed his nose, ruffled his hair and went to sleep. She was certain she felt his skin tinge a bit when her lips touched the tip of nose.

It was silly, almost laughable, but they always somehow managed to speak through almost no words. It was years worth of comradeship and training every day, which made it surprisingly easy. No words, just their eyes and smiles or scowls. He was an open book, now every single chapters of his life drowned, with no new leaves to turn over. She was a Pandora's box; it was better to keep her locked away. But now, they could write their own story, together. A new life.

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It was now completely dark, with the pearly moon shining through their windows, illuminating the room with a soft glow. Both of them were soundly asleep, for now.

Small room. Ballerinas. Pointe shoes. Guns. A man with a duffel bag on his head.

BANG!

( Bold and Italics mean flashback and in Russian. )

'Shoot, Natalia. Prove your worthiness.'

--

A group of girls scowling at her, punching her jaw, pulling her hair, pinning her to the ground while her arms twisted on her back.

'Wonder what Madame B sees in that pathetic bitch. Maybe she is a charity case for them.'

'She is always with the Winter Soldier. I bet she is doing more than shining his shoes. Disgusting whore.'