I Can Take You Home (A Romanogers Fanfic) COMPLETED

Sam's House

It was any normal day, and Steve had invited the Avengers to have a little party at Sam's house.

  As all six of them sat around the glass table, Tony clapped his hands. A sly smile made its way across his face as he flashed a glance at both Steve and Natasha. "Who's up for a romantic date night between our captain and the spy?"

  "What the fuck, Tony?" Natasha muttered, and Steve nudged her.

  "Language," he whispered.

  Natasha smacked him.

  "Okay, it seems that the world's greatest couple has agreed with the famous Tony Stark." Tony grinned with his whole face. "What games shall they play?"

  "Tony, are you seriously that bored?" Steve asked.

  "How about I vote that Steve and I dance ballet and kill Stark in the process?" Natasha reached into her jacket and pulled out a gun.

  "Why do you always bring one of these everywhere?" Thor asked, spinning a pair of chopsticks around and around with his fingers.

  "For safety purposes." Natasha placed the gun on the table. "Murder is fun."

  "Natasha!" Steve exclaimed.

  Rhodey actually looked like he was agreeing with Natasha.

  "So, what's the game?" Bruce tucked a strand of curled hair behind his ear. "Watch them dance?"

  "A'ight, that's a great idea!" Sam got up from his place beside Steve. "I'm gonna go pop some popcorn. Ah, third wheeling is always the best."

  "Come on, Nat. You scared of a little dance?" Rhodey teased.

  Natasha, never the one to back down from a challenge, raised an eyebrow. And you all know what happens when Natasha Romanoff raised an eyebrow. Nobody teases Natasha Romanoff. "Oh, I've had worse." She grabbed Steve by the arm and dragged him all the way to the centre of the room, where they had enough space to twirl around.

  A curse from the kitchen as something went clang!

  Natasha gazed deep into Steve's eyes, and Steve found it impossible to not sweat under her intense look. "You know ballet?"

  "Uh, not really-"

  "Great." Natasha started to hop a few paces back, then lifted up her arms. She started to do a pirouette while en pointe, spinning around and around.

  Despite there being no music, an invisible tune started to play in everyone's ears, following Natasha's rhythmic dancing and twirling. There was something hypnotic about how graceful the assassin danced, despite having a few weapons strapped to her belt. She was like a dandelion, spinning as the wind carried it gently to the air.

  Steve snapped out of his trance as Natasha's hand slid down his chest. She blinked seductively, and leaned up so their bodies touched. Her breath was warm on his lips as she whispered, "Your turn, Captain."

  "I probably couldn't beat that kind of dancing, Romanoff," Steve murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Gosh, you're so beautiful."

  "And you're mine." Natasha rested her hand on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around her waist. Her other hand reached for his, and their fingers interlocked with each other's.

  The soldier and the spy swayed gently, and Steve spun her around. He pulled her back in, and her arms came looping around his neck. Steve actually startled a little when she pecked him on the cheek.

  "You guys are damned."

  Natasha untangled herself from Steve and strode over to Sam with a victorious smirk. "At least I did it." She sat on an empty couch and Steve squeezed himself beside her. She propped her leg up on the table, crossing her arms. "Anything else to entertain you boys? How about someone become the piñata and I hit them with a club?"

  "Oh, Steve would definitely like that," Tony mumbled around a mouthful of popcorn. Beside him, Thor shoved another handful into his mouth.

  Steve flung a magazine at him.

  Tony pushed up his glasses. "Nat, control your old man. I think he's off his rocker."

  Later that night, as all six of them lounged about watching Netflix, Steve urged Natasha upstairs. He opened the attic from above, pulled out the ladder, and helped Natasha up before going up himself in four huge strides, closing the door behind him. Natasha clicked open the light, lighting up all the junk accumulating dust and cobwebs around the small store. She had a hand on her gun. She was tense, and her sharp gaze surveyed the room slowly.

  Steve put an arm on her shoulder and kissed her temple. "We're safe up here."

  Natasha lowered the gun warily.

  Steve moved past her and pushed open the small window, letting the night air in. He held out a hand, and she grabbed it. He hauled her out into the roof, and watched as she hopped deftly over the tiled roof. He followed her until she found a place to sit down.

  "Why did you bring me here?" she asked once they had settled down. She chafed at her wrists, and Steve saw the permanent marks the handcuffs had done.

  "They chained you to the bed," he whispered softly, still in disbelief. He took her hand and ran his thumb over her palm in circles.

  Natasha shrugged uncomfortably, pulling her hands away. "It's nothing really."

  Steve brought her face close to his and kissed her softly. "I love you," he had whispered for the first time. "I'm in love with you."

  Natasha stopped kissing him, and she looked away, his hands falling from her cheeks. "I...I can't."

  "It's okay." It's not. "I understand." It pained him. "I'll wait till you're ready."

  "No, it's just...you know very well how I feel for you, Rogers." Natasha's eyebrows scrunched up, and she looked at anywhere but him. "We can't be a family."

  "Of course we can." Steve took off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders. "I may still be a virgin, but that doesn't mean we can't have children."

  "It's not 'we'. It's me." Natasha's voice cracked. Just a little. But Steve noticed it and wrapped her up in his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder. "I...I can't have children, Steve. I remembered you told me you wanted children of your own."

  "Our own," he corrected.

  "But the thing is, I can't. I want children too, Steve." Natasha's fingers reached for his, and he wrapped them in his, bringing them up to his lips. He kissed each knuckle, then her forehead. "For...For the longest time. In the Red Room, where I was trained, they have a graduation ceremony." The moonlight made the tears in her eyes look like diamonds. "They...They sterilise you. So it could make everything easier. Even killing."

  Steve was quiet. He felt bad now, talking about children and not noticing how uncomfortable Natasha was. He should've noticed how she just shut down everytime he talked about wanting children. He should've noticed how she had folded her arms and hung her head to make herself look smaller. "I'm sorry, Nat." He ran his fingers through her silky hair. "Then we'll adopt."

  "But I thought you said..."

  "Doesn't matter." Steve pulled back to wipe away the tears that was cascading down Natasha's face. He kissed her cheeks, tasting the salty tang of her tears on his lips. "With you, I'm the happiest man alive."

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He tried again, weeks later when the Avengers had come over to cause mischief and play games.

  I can't, she had said.

  It's okay, he had responded, though he was sure she could see he was not okay just by looking at him. I'll wait till next time. I'll wait for you always.

  Little did they know there will be no next time.