This chapter is dedicated to MyNetworkatHomeSucks . Thanks, Cynthia for the cover on top.

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Natasha's POV:

I had the same nightmare again.

I couldn't sleep properly after that. At around 12pm, I woke up for the third time this morning. I started squinting as the sunlight came directly through the curtains to my eyes. When I had adjusted to the light, I realized Bruce was sitting on end of the bed, facing towards the door and was scrolling through his phone, probably checking out if Wanda managed to pull out more pictures of us together in "Busted!". I sat up and put my arms around him from behind and gave him a kiss on his left cheek.

"Good morning" I greeted him.

"Good afternoon" he replied, putting away his phone.

"Wait, what? What time is it?" I was pretty sure that I couldn't have that long.

"Almost 12, sleepyhead."

"You should've awoken me." I said.

"I couldn't. You looked too comfortable and cute." he replied with a smile.

"I know I'm cute, but I wasn't so comfortable, not after I had that nightmare again." I sighed.

"Forget it," he said and I raised my eyebrows and looked at him, "and guess what? I made breakfast."

With that, he handed me a cup of coffee, and said, "So, uh... after finishing this, go brush your teeth, and then come down for breakfast, okay?"

"Hmm." I replied as I took a sip of the piping hot coffee as he left the room.

I really wanted to ask him if I look like a 5 year old to him for telling me to brush my teeth. But I wasn't in a mood to start a conversation just after waking up.

After finishing my coffee, I took a warm, quick shower. I was excited to see what breakfast he had prepared for us.

I walked down the stairs with a smile on my face. But just as I saw the breakfast on the table, my smile turned upside down.

"That's the breakfast you were talking about?" I asked with a frown on my face.

"Yeah. Why? Don't you like bread and jam? And orange juice?" He stopped smiling when he saw my frown.

"You could've brought some breakfast from McDonalds?" I really didn't like bread and jam for breakfast.

"Oh. Well, what do you want then?" I  could see he was a little sad. I shouldn't have said that.

"Uh... Pancakes? That could work."

Bruce walks into the kitchen and I trail behind him. He took some bowls and a pancake mix. He got really concentrated into making the pancakes. His eyes were looking through the instructions on the pancake mix as his hands did the work. He had a slight pout on his face. I found that really cute.

It took him a few minutes to make the batter for pancakes. And then he started frying them up. I was standing beside the counter, watching him make the pancakes with that pout. God, he really looked so adorable.

He needed the spatula behind me. He was supposed to look at that, but his gaze landed on me. I was kind of checking him out a bit shamelessly.

"Uh... could you pass the spatula?" he asked me. But as I wasn't paying attention, I didn't hear him.

"Nat?"

"Huh? What? What were you saying?" I was pretty disorientated, you could say.

"Could you pass the spatula please? That one right there?" he repeated his question and then pointed towards it. I turned around to grab the spatula when he continued.

"What were you thinking about when I asked you to get that for me?" I handed him the spatula.

"Um... nothing. I was thinking about something." You could the nervousness in my voice.

"Really? What were you thinking about?" he was teasing me.

"Uh... " I couldn't think of anything, "um... I was uh... 'Busted!'. Yeah, I was thinking if Wanda has posted anything over there. It's gonna be so awkward for us if she does it again." I finally managed to give him an answer.

"Oh. So, you haven't checked. Well, she managed to take a picture of us together when we were heading to my car for the trip. Remember?"

"Oh! That time." I was almost drooling over Bruce because I was too sleepy and he had to take me on the drive. She must've used her iPhone. I murmured, "Of course she did."

After a few seconds, I heard Bruce tell, "And, by the way, I know what you were doing when I asked you to get the spatula." My cheeks were turning red. There was no sign of them calming down, so, without saying anything, I headed back to the table.

Soon after, he came back with a plate filled with pancakes. He had his breakfast way before I woke up, so he didn't have any of the pancakes. I was devoured the pancakes like I had not eaten in a long time. Well, it wasn't not totally wrong, I mean, I had dinner last night at 9, so I hadn't eaten in almost 15 hours.

My thoughts wandered as I shoved the pancakes in my face, Just then, I remembered someone. Slowly, memories of him starting coming in.

The memory of my late husband.

He used to make me breakfast, every morning. Suddenly, I felt regret and guilt through my mind. Regret, as I couldn't say goodbye. Guilt, as I was behaving badly towards Bruce as a tiny part in my heart still loved a person who was no longer here.

"Bruce, I wanna tell you something."

"Are they bad?"

"What?"

"Are the pancakes bad?"

"No."

"Then, what is it?"

"Are the pancakes the only thing in this universe that I can talk about?"

"Uh... Okay, continue."

"I'm sorry about the way I behaved that night."

"Which night are you talking about?"

"The night in the car."

"Wait, what are we talking about... oh! That night! Why are you sorry? I should be sorry. I kind of got a little... carried away."

"What? No! C'mon! You-- Well, yeah, you should be sorry, but I should be sorry as well."

"Why? I mean, you didn't do anything. It was all my fault, you know."

"Um... well, I could've went on with it, but I didn't because..."

"Natasha, is there something I should know before it gets too late?"

"Look, I'm not... with anyone else except you, I could never. But I uh... I had a husband."

"You had a what?!"
He looked like he was about to faint.

But fortunately he didn't.

"It's true. I was married to a guy named Alexei Shostakov."

And then, I heard him chuckle.

"What's so funny about it?"

"Nothing."

"It's a Russian name so it's kind of hilarious for you. Anyway, that was a long time ago. And um... he's gone now."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"It's okay. Well, that night, you kind of revived some of those old memories and I felt a little uncomfortable. I should've trusted you more but... I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I think I should tell you something as well."

I gave him a skeptical look.

"I was in love with someone too, you know. She's Secretary Ross's daughter. Betty Ross. After kind of breaking Harlem, I left for Calcutta. We didn't have any contact since then."

"Did you like her?"

"To be honest, I did. I loved her. But I'm way over her now."

"Good to know." The conversation ended with my sarcastic sigh of relief.

Bruce's  POV:

It was movie night tonight.

After finishing dinner, we all had sat in the living room when everyone started arguing on which movie to watch. At first it was fun to see them arguing like babies until the entire living room filled with chaos.

"No movies tonight!" I screamed at everyone. Luckily the living room turned silent.

I spent the next ten minutes looking for a movie we could all watch. I decided that we could watch a romantic movie. As the movie was starting, Clint got a call. From that, everything started going downhill.

After a lot of discussions, we came to the decision that we would be watching 'The Kissing Booth'. Rhodey was a little disappointed at the choice of the movie and decided to go to his room and watch something else on Netflix.

After the first 30 minutes of the movie, Wanda went to her room to sleep.

By then, it was only me and Nat, which was fine but I really wanted a movie night with everyone.

An hour had passed since we started watching the movie. At around 2am, I was sitting on the couch with a huge nearly empty bowl of popcorn. After a while, I noticed Nat wasn't taking any popcorn from the bowl. So held it towards her, but she remained unresponsive. I thought she was watching the movie. I nudged her with bowl. But she still did not move. The darkness in the room made it difficult for me to see if she was asleep. My blurry eyes could not help either. I turned on the lights and saw what lay in front of.

Nat was staring at the screen, not moving at all. Her eyes were open but it was as though she was not watching the movie. It was as if she was seeing something else, like a vision maybe.

"Nat?" I tried to bring her back to reality.

Even after that, she was not responding. I sat facing her. Nat was sitting as still as a statue and her eyes were reflecting her nightmare. It wasn't so clear. All I could see was a place that was to dark to see. The sky was blue, the moon was pink, and the clouds looked as if they were purple, although I doubt that.

After a moment, I might have seen Clint. A few seconds later, I saw someone who I thought had died very long ago. Is that Red Skull?

I had read about what happened to Cap before trying to copy Dr. Erskine's formula of The Super Soldier Serum. From there, I got to know all about HYDRA, and learned that when Red Skull was fighting Cap, he got hold of the Tesseract, and died because of the energy surge.

How the hell did he manage to go to some other planet? I asked myself.

Soon after, everything turned blurry, as tears were forming in Nat's eyes.

It was strange. It was almost as if I was watching a movie on TV, but the movie was her vision and her eyes were the TV. Everything around me was hazy and the thing I could hear was Nat's mumblings, which consisted of 'no's, 'Please, no's and 'Don't's.
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Author's Note:

Hey, guyz! So, here's another chapter for you guys. My dear friend MyWiFiSucks15-7-5 or Ali has helped a lot with this chapter (she claims to edit the poop part of the chapter, and she made me write the bracketed part). I would like to thank Ali for the support she's given me. Love you, Ali.

And now, I would like to say that I'm super disappointed at what happened with the last part, which now has been deleted. I was seriously expecting at least something for that rather than just a couple of votes, 17 reads, and absolutely no comments and messages. So I'm taking my revenge.

The next chapter will be updated on 26th May IF I get 35 votes, 15 comments, messages (if you want), and maybe posters by 24th May.
If you fail me, next chapter will be delayed till further notice. And, more than one comment from one person will not be counted.

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Emian's out.