A/N: another old plot idea for story.
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Being sick isn't the best thing in life, but always being sick is horrible. Poor Steve Rogers, a skinny, blond man with blue eyes, was to sick to have his life long dream of going into the army fulfilled. The forties were the worst time to a man his age to be out of the army.
Steve took his frustration out on his drawings, and while beautiful, they held a sort of message only Steve could achieve.
~X~
"Bucky is probably worried about where I am," Steve groaned,"I hate fall, it always makes me even more sick."
Passing by a couple of shops on his way home, Steve heard some music, and stopped to listen.
Following the melodic sound, he came to a small dance studio, and poking his head inside he saw the most beautiful woman in his entire life.
Short flaming red hair that curled around her like a wildfire, and pale skin, she was a sight to behold.
The woman was singing something he had never heard, and that voice, he just wanted to listen to it forever. She was dancing to the sound of her own voice, and Steve wanted nothing but to just watch her.
Closing his eyes, he let himself dive headfirst into the sound, hoping that this strange lady wouldn't stop.
Suddenly, the singing stopped, and Steve opened his eyes; only to stare right into the emerald eyes of the red hair woman.
Blushing fearsomely, Steve shoved his hands into his pants and scampered away.
He never saw the woman again until he got enlisted into the army a year later.
~X~
"Boys I want to to meet your instructor, and promise me you will listen to her every word."
Her, doesn't the General mean 'his'? Steve thought to himself.
Hearing footsteps from behind a corner, Steve and the other recruits strained to see who their instructor was.
Out stepped the woman with the red hair, emerald eyes, and pale skin, wearing a black suit of some material Steve did not know.
Someone wolf whistled next to him, and boy by the looks the woman gave him, this recruit was gonna die.
The lady calmly padded over to the man, and staring at him right in the eye, she took his wrist and and twisted him until he landed on his back, moaning in agony.
The woman looked back up at the recruits, and she stared at all of them, until her gaze landed on Steve.
Finally, the woman spoke.
"My name is Agent Romanoff boys, and I tell you right now, the army is no place for men," she paused and look at the soldier laying on the ground," who think that just because I'm a woman, I'm not strong. This is no place for young boys either, so if you don't want to go home to your mamma, I suggest you to pull up your big boy pants and get your sh*t together!" Agent Romanoff barked at them.
"I want all of you to report to your stations for drills, of which I will supervise with the General," her gaze landed on Steve again," except you blondy, I want a word with you."
Steve gulped as he padded foward to Agent Romanoff, sweat building up on his forehead.
"The rest of you are dismissed to your stations." she calmly said to the soldiers, then she turned back to Steve.
"Wha...what did you want with me sir...I mean ma'm!" Steve stuttered nervously.
"At Ease soldier," Romaoff replied with a humorous tone that surprised him," I only wanted to talk to you about that incident."
"What incident ma'm?"
"Soldier, I'm talking about the incident a year ago where you saw me dancing."
Finally it clicked in his head. The time I first saw you! Oh dear lord that's when my heart fell for you Agent!
Steve took a shaky breath and stared at her nervously. "Ma'm, you had the most beautiful voice and dancing skills I ever saw, and it was tempting me to watch you. I'm sorry if it looked rude to you but it's the truth."
Romanoff stared at him for a second longer before asking him one more thing. "Anything else?"
Steve thought for a second. "Actually Ma'm I did sorta draw you," he told her with a slight blush.
"Show me the drawing."
~X~
"You still have the drawing after all these years Nat?" Steve asked.
Nodding gleefully, Natasha grabbed his hand and led him to a box.
Steve had woken up from his ice sleep only a year ago, and finding Natasha there next to him when he awoke was a sight to behold. She was smiling, tears in her eyes. She reached down and kissed him when he recognized her. Afterwards he asked questions, which Natasha answered without any hesitation.
Now a year later, she is showing him one of the only things that kept her going, the first drawing he made of her.
As Steve laid eyes on the old picture, he remembered the old times. He traced his fingers over the worn down paper, Natasha holding his arm as he looked down at it.
"Do you remember what I said to you when you gave it to me Steve?"
The blond nodded and gave a small smile. "I do. You said that this was the nicest thing anyone has given you."
"It still is Steve, but something else has taken that place too."
Steve turned his head to look at Natasha questionably.
"And what is that?"
Pulling his face down to hers, Natasha spoke softly before pulling his lips to hers.
"You."
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A/N: I wrote more fluff guys. I hope you guys can tell why I scrapped this plot. It's poorly written in some parts even though I have improved. The 1940's AU are hard for me to write, and I dread writing them.

Happy Reading!
~Forever RedWind