Warning: a LOT of make out scenes?

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( epilogue. )

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"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"You know I don't like surprises."

"You just pretend you don't like surprises."

"Shut up."

Natasha faintly blushed at his accusation. She could see the corner of his lips curving upwards in amusement.

Steve was taking her out. Or in other words, he was taking her out for their first date.

She felt like a silly little girl with a crush, as she literally couldn't get sleep last night because she was too excited for their date. What a sight that is, Black Widow blushing and smiling unconsciously at the thought of Captain America asking her out.

Nevertheless, she didn't try to go overboard. Keyword, tried to, and she hoped she really didn't. As much as she wanted to impress Steve, he already told her tons of times that she looked beautiful no matter what she wears. With makeup or not, wearing a gown or a simple tee and shorts—he would always find himself mesmerized by her.

And she believed him because Steve's words were nothing but pure and sincere.

She was wearing a blue polka-dot printed dress with a belt wrapped around her middle. Instead of wearing heels, she wore flats instead (because she always liked the feeling of him towering over her with their height difference) and let her red hair fall in natural waves.

Steve, however, was another thing. He was strikingly handsome and gorgeous more than ever. What he was wearing was nothing but simple really, but that's one of the things she loved about him. How could he be obliviously adorable and hot at the same time?

He was wearing a dark checkered shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows paired with denim pants. He was also wearing sneakers, which was a surprise for her because she knows he isn't fond of them the first time Tony let him try it on. She also didn't miss the silver watch clasped on his wrist.

He thought she was beautiful? What more is he?

"Take a picture, love, it lasts longer." He suddenly said, a teasing smirk on his face.

She would've kissed that smirk off his face right then and there if he wasn't driving the car. She initially thought that they'd use Steve's motorbike to get there but he surprised her by saying he doesn't want to ruin her dress or hair on their first date.

Natasha couldn't help but smile at his cuteness. He was just too goddamn sweet.

She rolled her eyes, trying hard to fight back the smile stretching on her lips. "Are we there yet?" she asked.

"Almost."

"It's a yes or a no question, Steve."

"Patience, Nat. Patience is—"

"Steve!"

He jerked slightly, laughing. "Okay, okay." He didn't speak for a moment and she kept her gaze on him until she could get her answer. "We're here."

Natasha looked out the car window and saw a familiar sight. Her jaw almost fell agape at what she was seeing.

It was the stork club.

Well, what used to be the stork club.

She was about to open the car door when it suddenly swung open, revealing Steve on the other side. He was holding it for her while offering a hand. "Ma'am?" He grinned cheekily.

She rolled her eyes, amusement latched with her smile, "We've really got to work on your 40's charm." Still, she accepted his help and took his hand.

"Is it that bad?" He pouted, pressing the keys to lock the car.

Natasha had never seen something more adorable and she couldn't help but laugh. "Bad enough to make me weak at the knees I guess."

His face lit up like a thousand lights. "In that case, then I wouldn't mind doing it more often." He intertwined their hands together, looking straight at her, "You ready for our date, Miss Romanoff?"

She glanced up to meet his eyes, leaning closely so their noses were brushing, "Hmm. Surprise me, Captain."

The Stork Club, as far as she knew, was nothing more than an abandoned building now. She learned from Steve that this was destroyed when a ton of bombs had hit it back during the war. Unfortunately, the people who bought this land and took an interest to fix it back didn't push through well enough.

The construction was left unfinished and what was supposed to be a brand new casino turned out to be a half-finished building instead. The project was abandoned and so was this.

"Steve, where are we going?" She asked.

She didn't want to pry as much as possible because she knew Steve wanted everything to be a surprise for her (well, he's doing a pretty good job because she is beyond surprise at everything she's seeing her) but when he started to lead her inside the building she was beginning to feel confused.

Not that she was being picky or anything, but their first date couldn't possibly inside a destroyed pub with a bunch of debris and a pile of...

...she didn't even want to know what it is.

"We're almost there." He said, a bit enthusiastic than she was. He probably noticed her puzzled look while she observed every inch of the place and laughed softly. "Don't worry where we're going is a lot nicer than this."

"Your idea of surprise is working by the way, 'cause I have absolutely no idea what you're planning to do." She claimed.

That earned her another grin from him. "You won't be disappointed. Uh—well, I hope you won't."

"I'm up for anything as long as I'm with you." She repeated his words back to him, giving a warm smile.

Recognition dawned on him and his eyes widened in surprise and elation. He said nothing else though, just gently squeezed her hand and led her to the side of the building. They came across a flight of stairs and they quickly went up.

Natasha stopped once she reached the last step and immediately recognized they were now on the rooftop. He came up by her side and gestured to follow him. After a couple more steps, they finally reached a wide space escalating the front side of the rooftop.

The sight that greeted her almost made her jaw drop.

A mat was sprayed out on the floor while a large blanket was laid out across the center. There were a couple of pillow cushions too, and a small picnic basket was sitting by on the side. Finally, there were hanging lights attached solely on this part. She didn't even know how it held up since there was nothing to tie these lights on, but they did.

"Wow..." she said, breathlessly, staring at it with wide eyes. "This is..."

She couldn't muster up the words to describe it.

Steve was looking at her with a wide smile, his hands inside his pockets with flushed cheeks. "You like it?" He asked, sheepishly.

"I love it." She corrected, sauntering over to him to wrap her arms around his torso. "You're amazing."

The crimson red color on his face deepened more as he took her in his arms as well. "I'm glad you liked it. I got a little help from Tony though, you know with the surprise and the lights and—"

That didn't surprise her. Whatever he was about to say was cut off when she pressed her lips to his. He froze for a moment but quickly reciprocated the action, grabbing her hips and kissing her harder.

Natasha's lips curled into a smirk. He's getting better at this.

She wasn't going to let him take over though and fought for dominance. She grabbed the sides of his face and angled her head to get a better taste of him. He gasped at the action, and she took this chance to dive in the heat of their kiss, seeking entrance as she felt the excitement rise in her chest.

Before she could do anything else, Steve pulled away, breathless and flustered as ever. "The food..." he whispered, huskily, trying to catch his breath. "Food first." He offered a lopsided smile.

As much as she wanted to continue what she had started, she was starving. Both craving for food... and for him.

"Okay," She stepped away from his hold, yet she couldn't resist herself to give him a flirtatious smile before she turned her back on him. He swallowed thickly at that, the pit of his stomach filling with both hunger and desire.

She sat down on the blanket while he did the same thing, across from her. She watched his every moment as he started to take out the contents of the basket. It was filled with mini sandwiches, a salad, and pink lemonade.

Natasha tried not to let her mouth water at the sight because it looked so damn good and delicious just by looking at it.

Steve handed her a plate, a cup, and some napkins. "I'm sorry if it isn't anything like those fancy restaurants people usually go to at a first date—"

"Steve,"

"Yeah?"

She gave him a smile. "I love it." She repeated, assuring him that she doesn't care about anything else as long as she's with him. "Besides, fancy restaurants are overrated. Picnic dates? That's the real gem."

His eyes flashed with joy and relief. "Really?"

"Mhmm." She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Thank you."

Just as she pulled away, he chased her, cupping her cheek and kissing her again. She just couldn't help but kiss him back, especially if he smells perfectly good and looked strikingly handsome in the shirt he was wearing.

But it wasn't nice to let the food wait. She was the one who broke the kiss this time, "Food first. Kiss later."

Steve couldn't help but laugh, agreeing, "Right."

They dug in their packed dinner. As soon as she bit on her sandwich, she was instantly reduced to a puddle of goo. The creaminess of the cheese melted into her mouth perfectly. "This is so good. Did you make this?"

Steve blushed, finishing off his last piece of sandwich. "Uh, yeah. I wasn't sure what you wanted so I just went with something simple. My mom would always make grilled cheese and it became my favorite."

"I think it's become my favorite too." She said, taking another bite of it, waiting until she swallowed down the contents in her mouth before speaking again, "Is there anything you can't do?"

He scratched his head. "I... I can't dance."

Natasha looked at him, surprised, "Well, I meant to ask that as a rhetorical question but now you've said that..." She placed what she was holding and stood up, fixing her dress and slipping on her flats. "Let's do it."

"Wha—now?" He asked, shocked. "But there's no music."

"Who cares?" She held out a hand, "Come on, I'll teach you."

Steve was hesitant, but as soon as he saw the determination, warmth, and love in her eyes, all uncertainty washed away from him. He pushed himself up and took her hand in his. "I might step on your toes." He bit his lip.

She rolled her eyes, "I've handled far worse than crushed toes, Steve. It's not a problem."

"Yeah, but—"

"Shh. No talking."

He quickly zipped his mouth shut.

Once they were facing each other, she took his hands and placed them on her waist while her own wrapped around his neck. He was still looking at the ground and she had to tip his chin upwards so their eyes meet.

"Look at me." She said.

He gulped, and she could feel his shoulders tensed up. "Nat..."

"No one's watching. Just you and me. You have nothing to worry about," She smiled reassuringly, stepping closer to him, "Understood?"

Slowly, the nervousness began to fade away, and his hold on her became gentler. "Understood." He smiled lightly, "Now, how do you uh..."

"Just sway, like this," With a slow pace, she started shifting her feet and tugging him closer to follow her movements. It was rough and clumsy at first, but soon, he got the hang of it and began to take the lead. "There, you got it."

Silence dawned on them for a moment.

Their eyes simply locked onto one another as their gazes spoke for themselves.

"You know this kind of takes me back to the day in the pub," Steve said, a remnant of the memory flashing through his blue eyes. "Still remember that?"

Of course, she does. That memory will always stay with her. It was one of the most painful yet meaningful moments of her stay there. "How could I forget?" She asked.

"You were wearing that green dress. Every pair of eyes were on you, and you just... walk in like this... princess." He recited, a lost look mirrored his expression.

Natasha felt the heat rising to the pool of her cheeks and she averted her gaze, trying hard not to smile but failed. She tried to play off teasingly, "And I remember you telling me that I 'look great' right?"

This time, he blushed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry you were just... my mind went black because you kept looking at me and I couldn't... because you were so beautiful." He finished, stumbling over his words. "And you know me, clueless when it comes to pretty girls."

She snorted. "In women, in general."

Steve huffed a breath but didn't disagree. Instead, he brushed a few strands of that fell on her nose, tucking it behind her ear. It had become a habit now that Natasha seemed to love.

"I wish I've sucked up enough courage to ask you to dance that night." He said, with a hint of remorse. A hint of jealousy washed over his face. "I really wanted to say no when Bucky asked me if it was alright to take you."

She raised an eyebrow in amusement, "Really?"

"Yup, it got me in a sour mood for the rest of the evening."

"It looked pretty much the opposite to me." She bit out, suddenly remembering the image of him laughing with Peggy while she had her polished fingers all over him. All was good and done now, and she had no grudge against Peggy herself, just at the vivid memory of how things were before.

He immediately realized what she was talking about. "Aw, come on, Nat. We were just talking. You don't have to be jealous." He teased, trying hard not to grin but ended up doing it anyway.

"Yeah, 'talking'. That's always your excuse." She frowned, pretending to be cold by avoiding his gaze. "Can't say I blame you, Peggy's beautiful and kind and—"

Steve sighed as she rambled on, then interrupted her with a kiss. She grunted in surprise but started to kiss him back. He ended it as quickly as he had started it, though.

"That's true, but I chose you." He reminded, their foreheads still touching. "I always will."

Natasha smiled, leaning closer until their lips were merely brushing. She swallowed the lump in her throat, ignoring the pool of desire to take his lips as hers again. His eyelids fluttered closed as continued to stare at him, teasing him, tormenting him by holding her lips as where they are.

"I love you." She whispered.

For a moment, his eyes slowly opened and all she could see was bright blue eyes gazing into her very soul. He smirked lightly, "I know."

She chuckled softly at his smug response.

"I got something for you." He murmured.

She glanced up at him, curiosity and interested, "What is it?"

He grinned and pulled away shortly from her, as soon as he did she suddenly missed the warmth of his body as he locked her in his embrace. She watched while he pulled something from the basket.

The second she saw it, she felt tears filling her eyes.

Blue roses.

Steve noticed her staring at it with puzzlement and recognition at the same time. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of her realizing it.

"You remembered the time we rescued Bucky and the other soldiers from that HYDRA factory? You thought you were going to die that time." He asked.

She recalled the memory. Every bit of detail was replaying back in her mind. She laughed softly through teary eyes. "That's because we were going to die if it weren't for my crazy idea."

He rolled his eyes in amusement, ignoring her, "Anyway, you babbled on about blue being your favorite color... and how you wanted blue roses."

Natasha just stared at him, a blush quickly becoming prominent on her face. She didn't even think he was listening to that time because she just sprouted out nonsense. Who would've thought he'd remember that as well?

God, Steve Rogers was too perfect for this world.

"You remembered." She said absentmindedly, still staring at him while a tear slipped down her cheek. She knew there was no reason to cry, it was a very wimpy excuse to cry at all but she couldn't stop it.

She was just so happy. So happy to be with him.

To have him at this very moment.

He stepped closer, the bouquet of blue roses in hand, as his knuckles brush her cheek, wiping the tears away. "I remember everything about you."

She reached out to take the blue roses in her grasp, while her other hand grabbed his on her cheek. She tilted her head to kiss his palm. "Thank you." She murmured.

He didn't blush nor turned pink, just smiled, caressing her face as gentle as possible. "I love you too." he whispered.

Natasha chuckled softly.

"One question though," Steve suddenly asked, and she quickly turned to him. "Why blue? I mean, you were right about the part of everyone thinking it was red because even back in '43 I always pictured your favorite color being red."

Her eyes widened. Suddenly, she couldn't find the strength to look at him and her eyes drifted down to anywhere but him. Her face got redder, almost the same as the color of her hair.

How was she going to answer that?

"Because uh... it reminds me of..." She trailed off, biting her lip. He waited patiently for her answer, not pressing her any further. Her mind then drifted off to the things that reminded her of the man she loves. "The sky."

Steve stared at her, confused. "The sky?"

"And the ocean."

The crease on his forehead got deeper. "Okay?"

Finally, she glanced up at him, holding their gazes for a fleeting moment. "And... your eyes."

The confusion on his face quickly turned into a look of fluster. His mouth slightly went limp as his said baby-blue eyes widened in surprise.

She noticed he was trying hard not to smile. "All things that remind me of you." She deduced.

His confidence was boosted up a bit as his flustered look was overshadowed with a teasing smirk. "Is that so?"

"Yeah," she admitted.

Steve pulled her into his embrace once more, not caring if the flowers got crushed between them. He sighed in content, as did Natasha, who snugged closer to him and laid her cheek on his chest.

His voice snapped her out of her daze. "Am I doing a good job at this date?" he asked, slightly doubting.

Good wasn't even enough to describe it. This was beyond perfect, and he was sweet and natural as always. "Yeah. More than good. Better."

He kept quiet but she could feel his heart pounding faster in exhilaration, and she took that as a good sign. Then her voice went lower, deeper, and more of a purr actually. "You know what else could make seal this date though?"

"What?"

She pulled away to glance at him, saying in a throaty whisper, "Dessert."

Oh, how Steve looked at her with innocence and guilt as soon as his face fell. "Oh, but... I forgot to make dessert, Nat. I'm sorry. But if you want we can get something from the bakery just across the street."

Natasha shook her head, looking at him through her lashes and half-lidded eyes. She was putting on a show by purposely pressing herself against him. "No bakery."

"But what about—"

"I guess you are going to have to make it up to me, then." She whispered, her breath fanning against his throat.

Steve finally caught her drift. As soon as realization struck his features, his eyes widened like crazy. His pupils dilated while he flushed with desire, lust, excitement, and anticipation all in one.

Natasha licked her lips.

And that was all it took for him to lean down and get a taste of what was his again.

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Both were silent on the elevator while on their way up to Natasha's floor.

Steve looked adorably hot and cute at the same time with the way his hair was tousled and his face flushed with heat. His clothes were a bit messed up too.

Natasha, on the other hand, was more composed than him, and that was expected. But still, the desire to push him up against this elevator walls and ravage him was more than tempting to do so.

Yet she kept her desires to herself, as she didn't want to rush him into doing anything else he was uncomfortable to do yet. She wasn't going to be selfish with him.

The elevator door let out a ding as soon as they reached her floor.

Finally, their gazes met while they awkwardly said their goodnights.

As soon as she stepped out, feeling the elevator door slid close behind he, a sudden gush of excitement coursed through her veins. It was as if it flicked a switch that just sent her uncontrollable desire and emotions in a frenzy.

The next thing she knew she was striding down the flight of stairs to stop at where Steve's floor was. And sure enough, she arrived just in time he got out of the elevator.

"Steve!"

His head snapped up to her voice. "Nat? What're you—"

He didn't have time to finish what he was saying when she rushed towards him to attack his lips. Steve gasped in surprise and she took this as a chance to keep it open and push her tongue into the deep caverns of his mouth. He moaned in response, feeling lightheaded through the kiss.

She pushed him against his door, and that jolted him awake. He pulled away to look at her with desire and confusion, "N—Nat?"

"Shhh." She silenced him with another kiss to which he squirmed for a second before readily melting into it.

As if his hands had a mind of their own, it reached out to fumble for his doorknob and wrapped an arm around her to pull them inside. Once they were in, this time, he shut the door and pushed her against it.

Natasha jerked away, staring at him in surprise and excitement. "You did not just do that."

Steve smirked, before leaning again to kiss her breathless. His hands were powerful, reaching behind her to grab her rear and lift her against him. Without breaking the kiss, she hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him deeper, letting her tongue sweep over his teeth.

Then he was moving, staggering and carrying her down the hall to his bedroom. He laid her on the bed beneath him and planted his hands on the bed to not crush her with his weight. She pulled his face lower and lower until she could feel his lips brushing against her throat, his teeth scraping her skin as he sucked and marked her.

She groaned, tilting her head back to give him more access. "Steve..."

It was barely above a whisper but it was enough to knock him back into his senses. He pulled away from her and suddenly the warmth, the pleasure and the touch of him was all gone. She looked horrified. "Steve?"

"I'm sorry I don't..." He loomed over her, his eyes still filled with a pool of hunger as his lips were equally pink and swollen. "I have no idea what I'm doing, Nat. I've never—"

"I know. I don't care." She said, firmly.

It wasn't enough to push back the reluctance in him as his face still stayed inches away from hers. "Nat, I want to... but..." His cheeks flared with embarrassment as he averted his gaze. "I don't... I'll make a mess out of this and..."

Natasha's hands on his face were enough to silence him. She looked at him, no ounce of doubt is present in her green eyes, "You won't. Whatever happens, it will be amazing because it's you."

He gulped in nervousness. "But what if I hurt..."

She shook her head, "You won't." She repeated, caressing his face. "I trust you."

The excitement within her rose back again as he lifted her to where the pillows settled. He shifted on the bed, fumbling for the buttons of his shirt. "Are you sure this is okay?" He was clumsy and shaking.

She reached out to gently push his hands away, undoing the buttons herself. "It's more than okay. Don't be nervous." She whispered against his ear.

"Sorry," he gasped.

She smiled coyly as she grabbed the bottom of his polo and pulled it over his head. She threw it across the room, keeping her eyes trained on him still. She stared at him for a moment, her fingers dancing their way up his chest, to the dog tags hanging around his neck (she didn't know that he wore it still to this day), as she traced the perfection of him.

His hands fidgeted and clutched the sheets beneath her, breathing heavily through gaping lips, "Nat..."

She smiled, tugging on the dog tags and kissing him to push down the question forming on his lips. Without detaching herself, she hooked one hand around his neck while the other propped herself up. She swiftly took off the belt on her dress and toss it to the side.

Steve pulled away slightly to see her fumbling for the zipper on her dress, he swallowed thickly. "Let me," he said, rasped.

Her hands quickly dropped down to their sides as she let him. She could feel the cool air pierced through her back as he worked his way with the zipper. His hands caressed her shoulders gently, slowly pushing the fabric down to her arms then to her hands.

She watched his every move, and not a moment later, her dress was also thrown on the side, leaving her only in nothing but her lingerie. Satisfaction and elate filled her soul as soon as he stared at her with lust and adoration.

Though there was one thing that stood out among it all— love.

And she knew then, that she was sure of nothing else in the world as much as she was sure with being with this man in front of her. Being with Steve. That's where she belonged.

"I love you," she whispered, staring straight at him.

He smiled. "Love you too."

And they claimed one another as theirs.

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Later that night (midnight?), as they laid naked in bed next to one another, they simply held each other in their embrace. No words were spoken. Just their love and passion filled the very same air they breathe in.

Steve looked down at the woman in his hold, her eyes were shut close and her face looked as peaceful as ever.

He wondered if she was asleep. "Nat?"

Turned out she wasn't. Not yet, at least. "Hmm?"

He knew there was no need to ask since he already knew the answer, but he couldn't help it, it always made his heart skipped a beat every time she says it. "Do you love me?"

A soft smile made its way to her pink lips. "Hmm." She hummed in approval.

Brushing the strands of hair away from her face, he asked something. Something that he wanted to ask for a long time now. "Would you do something for me then?"

"Anything," she whispered.

He smiled, shifting around to open the drawer to his nightstand and take out a piece of necklace lying on a box. He held it in his fingers.

His movement caused her to lightly wake up and flutter her eyes open. She glanced up just in time to see the jewelry in his hand. It was beautiful, a silver necklace with a green gem on the center.

Almost the exact shade of her eyes.

"Be my girl?" he asked.

She couldn't stop the tears pooling in her eyes again as she gasped softly. Her heart cried out with joy and so much love. She took the necklace in her hands and answered him with a kiss.

"It's beautiful." She said, staring at the necklace.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Like you."

"First, blue roses and now this... I don't deserve this, Steve." She murmured, "You're too... perfect."

"Stop saying that." He said softly, "I told you this once and I won't get tired of saying this, you're more than what you say you are, Nat."

Natasha buried her face into his chest, not stopping the tears from falling as she clutched the necklace in her hands. She gasped in elation as he pulled her closer to him.

A distant memory played in her head, and before she knew it, she had brought it up, "Guess we now both know what it's like huh?"

Steve turned to her, puzzled, "What?"

"To fall in love."

Recognition fell past him at the familiarity of the words. He shook his head in amusement, playing along as he mimicked her, "Love is for children, Natasha."

She could only smile, repeating his words back to him.

"No, it's not."

fin

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Yes, they finally did it.

And Agent Romanoff is officially done!

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