Ship: Natasha Romanoff/Steve Rogers
Summary: Steve and Natasha talk
The story is taking place in Avengers Endgame
  //affection scenes/ fluff//

"Here to do your laundry?"
Natasha asked while  eating her peanut butter sandwich,starring in the eyes of Steve Rogers, the man she has been in Love with for too many years now.
"And to see a friend" the Captain replied and Nat tried not to look saddened, of course he would always see her as a friend,they were colleagues,team mates or partners even but nothing more.
"Clearly your friend is fine" she lied while taking a bite of her sandwich.
"I visited the Hudson today"
Nat nodded while Steve went on about how beautiful and clean it looked.
"You know if you're about to tell me to look on the bright side, I'm about to hit you in the Head with a peanut butter sandwich"
Nat said smirking at him.
Steve smiled back and made his way towards the desk she was sitting on.
"That was not my intention at all, I wanted to check on you" he said sitting on the opposite of her on a small black chair.
"Steve, I'm fine like I said-"
"Clearly you don't look fine to me"Steve interrupted her and only then Natasha realized that he could see the red puffy eyes or the redness on her nose.
"It's not your concern" she brushed it off continued looking through papers, the sandwich half eaten in her hand.
"But it should be, you're my friend, I have responsibilities"
She slightly chuckled causing Steve to look about warily, had he said something wrong?
"I've been responsible for all of you for around 4 years now, I know all of the responsibilities everyone has, and you looking after me is none of them" she said looking at him.
"'Tasha, take a break from all of this" He tried to touch her hand but she took it away before their fingers could touch.
"And then what?" She let out a breath
" No body would to anything, we would live our Lives like none of this has ever happened,There has to be a Way to get all of them back, we can't go on and live our Lives without them, I won't and I know you won't, they were- They are our friends." Natasha noticed how her voice quivered a bit so she put herself together again."So I won't take a Break, not until I find answers to at least million questions"
" Then I'll help you with it, you don't have to do this alone" Steve said scooping closer to her.
" I will be by your side, fight with you, laugh with you and cry with you, just know that you have someone looking out for you, the same that you look out for everybody." He said trying desperately to hold his gaze in hers.
" Steve- the last thing I want to be is a responsibility for someone else. I am capable of doing this my own" she said and didn't notice how their fingers had intertwined. " But you don't have to".
He slightly brushed his thumb over Natashas' causing her to realize what has happened, she looked at their fingers and then back again at Steve.
Blue orbs starring into green ones, the world around them still as if nothing bad has ever occurred as if the only Thing that mattered was the Person opposite of them.
" You know I've been thinking alot about this" Steve's right hand traced her lips, before pulling it down again.
" May I kiss you, Romanoff?"
She nodded and leaned over and finally their lips touched.
Steve let go of their intertwined fingers and caressed her face in his hands.
Neither of them had stopped the kiss, both of them taking in the other.
Finally they let go of each other, both out of Breath, Natasha's lips puffier than they were before.
"Have you been practicing?" She asked chuckling.
He shook his head " Now on whom should I have done that?" He leaned in forward to gave her another quick kiss on the Lips.
Their foreheads touched and for a while again, it was just them, in their own World, without trouble.
" I can help you doing your laundry" Nat said causing Steve to smile.
" Sure you can."he said
" We should probably hurry, we have other stuff to do after that." Nat said dragging him out of that chair.
" Yeah like what?" Steve asked getting his laundry basket.
" I think you know exactly what I mean Rogers"
" I know Romanoff, I know."