I Can Take You Home (A Romanogers Fanfic) COMPLETED

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The bedroom.

  Avengers playing Monopoly.

  Thor cradling his Pop Tarts, confused by whatever human games his friends were playing.

  Tony screaming in frustration because he had just been bankrupt. Ironic, for being the richest man out of all of them.

  Clint and Bruce were sulking in the corner.

  Steve was still going strong.

  In the end, Natasha had won, as always.

  They had never talked about the night on the roof for months.

  Natasha had wanted to go to the balcony, and Steve had seized the chance to talk to her about it again.

  As he opened his mouth, the bombs hit.

  The balcony crumbled away.

  The heat. Fingers tossing her back into the room.

  Steve's scream as he plummeted down.

  Natasha had run back to her friends, but they were just bodies. The shells of who they used to be.

  Natasha had scrambled downstairs through the falling rubble, and found a paper on the ground where Steve should have landed.

  You can run, it had said, written in the same cursive writing as the two letters she had kept in her room. But you can't run from your own demons, Natalia.

  But that wasn't the only thing troubling Natasha when she lay, curled, in her room, surrounded by her friends' bodies. The ones she had failed to protect. Her family. Her everything.

  But most importantly, Steve, her home.

  Why didn't they catch her?

  Home is where the heart is.

  Why didn't they kill her?

  But what happens if your heart is in pieces? Which one do you follow?