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Promises & Convincing (Part 2)

Prequel to "Our Family"

Steve: 9 GODDAMN MONTHS? Are you joking, Natasha? You can't leave us for that long. *shaking her by her shoulders*

Natasha: *glares at his right hand, he removes both hands* No, Rogers, I am not. *zipping her bag shut, swinging on her shoulder* I have to take care of some things. Keep your voice down. You'll wake them up.

Steve: Like what exactly? *blocking the door* What things are your top priority right now? Please, be my guest. I'm all ears.

Natasha: *sighs* Fine. Its- *scratches the back of her neck* about-- *something crashes on the floor in the kitchen, Natasha pulls out her gun from her pocket* WHO'S THERE? *walks slowly towards the kitchen* Stay behind me, Steve. *he stands there, folds his arms, staring blankly her* for f*ck's sake, Steve, fine, if you die, you will never get to see the video of when I wore a Betsy Ross costume and sang the entire National Anthem, and then well, taking it all off-- God -f*cking- damnit! It was you, Wilson? *Sam smiled at her* And you *looks at Steve, who laughing hard, supporting himself on the wall* didn't bother telling me, Rogers, you a**hole. You just wanted me to tell you that story, you dumb hunk of sh*t. I'm still going. Goodbye, d*ckheads. *gets blocked by Steve, her face buried in his chest* Mmph.

Sam: I'm going back. Drank all the milk, Barnes is gonna be so pissed. *walks back to his room*

Natasha: Move your ass, I'm leaving. *tries to push him away*

Steve: Give me a reason and maybe I will. *places a hand under her jaw, pulls her face up, looks at her worried* What is it, Tasha?

Natasha: Promise me you will not tell anyone else. I can't let them know this. Cover it all up, please, promise.

Steve: I promise, Tell me. *hugs her*

Natasha: *breaks away* You know about my . . . well, it's on the Internet. I have to finish this fight I started. I am made of so many skins, that I have more enemies, who don't even know who they're fighting. I have to reach back to my original skin, and to do that, I must go back to where it all started, where I . . . started building, started hiding and running from my pasts as different people. I must take it all off, be the me who I had hidden under my other lives, so that countless others be saved. It is in my blood. *swallows, reminded of a painful conversation* I can't ignore it, Steve, I have to, so they never do that to anyone ever again, never tear apart families, take away their childhoods, tear them down, and fill their minds with an unfair fear for love. *falls to the ground, sobbing*

Steve: *kneels down, hugs her* We also need you, Tasha. I am clearly not a good strategist, Bucky, Clint and Scott need to be protected, Sam is, well . . . you know, has never been in this situation, and Wanda is just a young girl, who is going through a terrible time. We all need you with us, please. I need you, by my side, fighting whatever comes our way, together.

Natasha: *looks into his eyes* I gave you all that ride from that underwater hell-hole, busted my ass to get you in this safehouse. I think my job is done. Now I must go. Now. *gets up, grabs her bag but Steve holds her wrist in a gentle grip *

Steve: *softly* Fine, atleast come back sooner than 9 months. We want you to. I want you to. *looks like a wounded puppy*

Natasha: *raises both her eyebrows, cursing herself for giving into his look* Don't think that you can convince me by flashing your *exhales, widens her eyes* unnaturally gorgeous blue eyes, and think that I will listen to you? *scoffs at Steve nodding his head* Please, I disobeyed you so many times, even you don't bother telling me off.

Steve: Please, I love you. *pushes himself away, looks away* Sorry, I-I- uhh . . . I meant as a frien-- *sees her eyes filled with tears* Natasha?

Natasha: You-you love me? Say it again, please? *comes closer to him, holds his right hand*

Steve: I love you with all of me, Natasha Romanoff, I can't bear to not have you with me. I love everything about you; I have for the past 2 years. When you sided with the Accords, my heart had been shattered, but now that you have came back to me, my heart is fixed. Please don't go for so long. *holds her face with both hands*

Natasha: Oh Steve, I love you too. *holds his face lovingly and kisses him*

Steve: *pulls away, looks nervous* Does this mean, you'll be back?

Natasha: *giggles* You're so adorable. *nods* Yes. In 2 weeks. *clicks her tongue* Damn it.

Steve: *smiles* That's the first time you listened to me. *strokes her hair with both hands*

Natasha: And will be the last, that I promise. Well, you convinced me. Be back in 2 weeks. *pecks him on the lips, gets up again, picks up the bag again* I really hate this, but I gotta go. Do not ever tell anyone about this.

Steve: Sam heard the 9 months part. What should I say? *leaning on the side of the open doorframe*

Natasha: Say that Maria had secretly stopped by and said the bad guys have finished their campaign and are waiting for me to try and end it. And also that she was in a dress and had a gun and in her hands and had a thigh holster. Barnes knows that's a weird fetish I have for women. Especially those very alpha ones, and the ones who are too strict to others. *checks her watch*

Steve: *surprised* That's sounds a bit too thought about. How did you come up with that all at once?

Natasha: Calm down, we only kissed once during that Coachella mission, after I tried and miserably failed to kiss her first. And it was only to gross some 5 year-olds out for saying that *says in a mocking high-pitched tone* women shouldn't be with women. Tiny little bitches. PDA makes people very uncomfortable, that's for sure. Boy, she's controlling as hell. *Steve's gives her weird look, Natasha looks away, clears her throat and pulls out a phone from her other pocket* Here take this.*hands him the phone* It's an untraceable phone, so that only you guys can contact me. Hill and Fury's numbers are also there but I doubt they'll pick it up. Goodbye, then. *kisses his cheek* Will see ya soon, soldier. *salutes him, walks out to a car, hidden behind many bushes*

Steve: *yells* What's your fetish about me? Please tell me it doesn't involve the suit from New York.

Natasha: *yells back* No, god no, it is when you are only wearing a towel, or even better, nothing.

Steve: Good to know. By the way, mine is you in that Betsy Ross costume and even better, out of it.

Natasha: Wow, alright. *sneaks inside the car, closes the door* Bye then. *blows him a kiss, starts the car, drives away*

Steve: Oh god, why do my pants feel tight? Don't think about her in it-- alright then, wow they are so--NO! DON'T THINK ABOUT HER OUT OF IT!

*in the car*

Natasha: I need to change my underwear and my pants. God, how the hell did he do that? Oh god its becoming worse. Stop imagining the towel on the floor. Damn it, how is it so-- STOP IT!‌