𝑴𝒓. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒓𝒔. 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

~11~

Steve walks into a somewhat familiar place that he has heard of before Sharon even gets to tell him the location. He looks around, admiring how big and modern it is.

He then looks at a screen, "Suite A 5003," he read.

"Natasha Smith?" he read, in shock.

"What the actual fuck?" he mouthed.

"What are you hiding from me, Mrs. Smith?" he whispered.

Meanwhile...

Natasha and her team were watching the cams closely, observing every detail. She then saw a glimpse of his face, she shook her head, not believing what came to her mind. "Hey uhm, why don't you guys go make some coffee?" she suggested to the ladies.

"Oh yea, I'm craving for some," Carol said, the others nodded.

"Tell us if you find anything!" pepper shouted.

"Yup!" Natasha shouted back.

Natasha rewinds the video and zooms in on the person, "Those shoes seem familiar," She thought.

"Natasha, it's your husband," Jane said.

"What-" she stopped, her eyes widening.

"He's back from Atlanta and he wants to know when's dinner," Jane said, she looks at Natasha's shocked face.

"Hey, you okay?" She asked.

Natasha nodded and closed the video, "Yeah, yeah, I am, why wouldn't I be?" she asked, Jane, shrugged.

"And uhm, Dinner's at Seven," she told her, Jane nodded.

"Hi, Steve! And she said dinner's at seven," Jane told him through the phone.

Steve smiled, "It always is," he said. He hung up and went out of the building.

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Steve hurriedly drives to the house, and then he slowed down once he got to their driveway to their garage. He took this opportunity to observe the house, looking for any signs of danger. Damn, he has never been so scared in his entire life.

The garage door automatically opened once it sensed a vehicle. He grabs a small box out of his pocket and opened it and puts on his wedding ring. He hesitated for a moment. If he was being honest, he honestly doesn't know what to do. After a few minutes, he went out of the car and out of the garage and went to the back door. He peeks out, looking for any danger as always. He took a look at the kitchen from the window, to see if Natasha was there, and he saw no one.

He carefully and slowly opened the door, he took off his coat and hang it on the coat rack. "Honey, I'm home!" he shouted, Natasha came out holding two drinks. "Perfect timing," she said with a smile.

Steve forced a smile, "As always," he said.

Natasha noticed the forced smile he has on his face but didn't say anything about it.

They both couldn't trust each other, after what they had found out. Natasha gave Steve a drink, he grabs it but didn't drink it, doubting that it probably has poison.

"This is a nice surprise," he said.

"I hope so," she replied, looking at him.

"You're home early, by the way," she said.

"Yeah, well, I missed you," he said.

"I missed you too," she replied.

"Now, shall we?" She asked him, "Yes," he said.