I Can Take You Home (A Romanogers Fanfic) COMPLETED

Steve

"Come on ladies and gentlemen!" Tony shouted into the microphone. "Pick your partners and dance! And for you single pringles out there, have fun third-wheeling!" He laughed.

  A slow music started to play, and Steve looked around to see the crowd starting to break off into pairs. He shuffled away from the dance floor, but felt a hand warm against his back. He turned around in surprise to find Natasha gazing up at him with a dazzling smile on her face.

  Steve returned her smile and bowed down a little, extending his hand out. "Will you like to dance with me, fair maiden?"

  Natasha giggled and placed her hand in his. "Of course."

  Steve looked down at her hand in his, where it fit nearly perfectly. Her hand was so small, it was cute. Though it literally almost broke his courage, he pressed his lips to her hand in a kiss.

  Both of them started to twirl around in each other's arms, swaying to the music, and soon, the soldier and the spy stood in the spotlight, the other pairs breaking away to make space for them in the centre.

  "You're so...ethereal, Nat," Steve whispered, so that she and only she could hear.

  Natasha leaned into his touch, and he tightened his arm around her. "Drop the act, Rogers," she laughed.

  "I'm not." Steve slipped his fingers through hers. "And I'm always honest."

  Natasha was quiet, but the smile on her face told Steve everything he needed to know. "You know...people are looking."

  "I know, Nat. I know."

  "I'm honestly a little uncomfortable," she said with a chuckle. "Do you...seriously want there to be an 'us'?"

  "Do you, Nat?"

  "But I'm a spy," she said. "Your reputation, Steve, as Captain America. You're a soldier. Soldiers serve the world, while spies weave complications."

  "I don't care."

  Natasha smiled against his chest. "You're a good person, Steve."

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"Hey, Capsicle, since when have you gotten that close with Redhead?"

  Steve sighed. He really wanted to reach through the phone and choked his annoying friend. "Friends, Tony. Friends," he lied.

  "Pssh." Clint's voice sounded distant, but still clear enough to be heard. "You're such a liar. The way Tasha looks at you, and the way you look at her, and you still call that friends?"

  "What party are you talking about?" Thor butted in.

  "I'll tell you that later, Point Break. Even that bird guy friend of yours is suspicious."

  Steve's mind flashed back to the day in the dressing room and he felt himself go hot. "N-No. What-Whatever, I'm tired." Then, he ended the call.

  As he lay in bed, he could hear furious murmurs from the other side of the wall. Yelena's growly voice and Natasha's soothing raspiness, and at some point in the conversation Yelena's voice rose over a few pitches.

  "YOU WANT TO-"

  "Shhhh."

  Steve sighed.

  Quite a while passed, then Natasha quietly slipped into the room. Steve smiled at her as she sat down beside him.

  "Hello."

  "Hi, Rogers."

  Silence settled down in the room, quiet and light. Natasha's fingers tapped the mattress.

  "Remember when you said you don't know where home is?" Steve started.

  "Yeah."

  Steve shifted onto his side and his fingers inched across the bed. He took Natasha's drumming fingers and squeezed it gently, forcing it to go still. "I can take you home."

  Natasha chuckled. "You will?"

  "Of course I will."

  "Is this love, Captain?" she whispered.

  "If you say it is then yes."

  Natasha let out a sigh, and she pulled her hand out of Steve's grasp. "Love is for children, Rogers," she said softly.

  "No, it's not. Not when it's you."

  Natasha exhaled a shaky breath. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into." She looked over her shoulder at him, and her eyes seemed to shine with a glossy sheen. "I'm sorry."

  "Natasha, what are you talking about?" Steve sat up. "Look at me, look at me."

  Natasha did.

  "You're no monster, Nat," Steve said quietly, letting sincerity coat his words. "No. Not to me."

  "Did...Did Clint tell you?" she asked.

  "Tell me what?"

  "My...My past. What I did."

  "No, he didn't."

  "Then you don't know that I'm no monster." Natasha stood up and before Steve knew it, she was already at the door. "I have to go back to Russia."

  "Nat, what? Why?" Steve leaped across the room in two huge strides. He grabbed her wrist. "What is wrong with you?"

  Natasha's lips twitched up in a small smile. "Exactly."

  Steve let her go, watching her in disbelief as she closed the door.

  "Loving you has always been a mistake, Rogers," her voice muttered from outside.

  "NATASHA! Please!" Steve went after her, but knowing that Natasha was an assassin with enhanced strength similar to his, he knew that it was hopeless.

  The hallway was deserted, with the window opened.

  He barged into Yelena's room, and found that the younger Romanova was also gone, too.

  There must be a reason why she left. Why both of them left.

  Steve almost ripped the door off its hinges as he stormed into Sam's room.

  "What the hell, man!" Sam shouted from where he had fallen onto the floor, tangled up in his blanket.

  "Assemble the Avengers. We've got to find them."

  "Who?"

  "There's no time to explain. Quick. Change into your suit."

  Sam obeyed.