Title: Trust and Believe
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Summary: A lover’s thought of what could be happening in the kiss scene…
The mall was sparsely crowded, but there was enough of a crowd to allow the two of them to travel in relative anonymity.
The Captain Steve Rogers and the Black Widow Natasha Romanov stealthily made their way through the mall to step onto the escalator, dressed in common clothes to conceal their identities in an attempt avoid the repeated assassination attempts they had recently endured. Natasha felt as if everyone was out to kill them, and Steve certainly had to admit that it seemed that way.
Their current plan was to part ways from here on out, in an effort to split and gather more information on this hidden conspiracy surrounding the mysterious Winter Soldier.
Steve was tense. He had a question that he had to ask Natasha before they parted, and the very future of their relationship depended upon her answer.
“Natasha,” he called softly.
She turned around quickly as she immediately took notice of the intensity in his voice. After working alongside him for the past two years, she now had an implicit knowledge of his voice. There was something wrong, and it was serious. Natasha stared up into Steve’s eyes as the escalator carried them downward toward the lower level of the mall.
“If…If you do have knowledge of this Winter Soldier, and you both come from a similar background, how do you know which side you’ll be standing on when it goes down between the two of us?” Steve asked gravely.
Natasha was stunned. After all they had been through together, she felt that he should very well know the answer to that question. Still, being honest with herself, she knew that he had every right to ask it. She had kept things from him for her missions, and she had not been completely honest with him. Her life as a spy had always taught her that secrecy was imperative, but she suddenly wanted…needed…things to be different between she and Steve. This man…This man had changed something deep within her, and even she wasn’t yet certain of all of the ramifications of this change.
Still, she knew the answer that he needed to hear. No, not hear. Feel…
Moving very slowly, Natasha placed her left hand on the escalator and raised her right hand up and placed it on the right side of his neck, her fingers gently stroking his warm cheek. She carefully leaned forward, tilting her head to the left to avoid the brim of his hat. The first touch of their lips was soft and tender, uncertain, sending a gentle warmth flowing through each of them. The heat was comfortable at first, unassuming, surprising to both of them with how quickly it became more intense. Nearly overcome by the feel of Natasha, Steve reached his left hand down to tenderly hold her waist, a vain attempt to maintain some measure of control over these sensations overwhelming them.
Natasha felt Steve’s hand on her side, and she took his simple gesture as encouragement. Before she realized what she was doing, Natasha followed her inner feelings, and she leaned forward more to press her body against his own. Both of them longed to feel more of this intense heat growing between them, and any distance between them suddenly seemed to be too far. Natasha used her right hand to pull Steve closer to her, and she leaned her head up to kiss him more deeply. The hood of her jacked slipped down, revealing her crimson hair, yet neither of them seemed to notice. Lost in this feeling, Steve turned with her, leaning down into her. Their lips opened for one another just slightly, tenderly, almost fearful as if too much more sensation may completely overwhelm them and bond them together for the rest of their lives.
After a long moment which seemed to have lasted forever, Natasha drew back from Steve. They were both slightly breathless as they stared into each other’s eyes, searching for the meaning and understanding they needed from each other. Steve had his answer.
Then, Natasha turned back around and stepped off the escalator. She continued walking on her way quickly, returning to their mission with a new reason to fight and live. Steve looked on, vaguely realizing that he may have a new reason to move forward in his life.
He remembered Peggy’s words: “The world is changed, and none of us can go back. All we can do is our best" ...