A/N: I found a music video that represents this chapter in ways I couldn't describe it. I almost cried watching it.
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She was deadly.
She was dangerous
And he loved it
Something about Natasha and her acting like this, all powerful and dangerous...it got him falling in love all over again.
She slid into the bar seat next to his and looked at him through hooded eyes. Her sultry smirk none the less convincing.
She placed a single hand on this thigh, and Steve wished he was drunk.
"What's a handsome guy like you doing in a bar like this?" Natasha leaned in very close, almost to close. Steve relished in her scent, he enjoyed being in close proximity with her after so long.
For some, three days isn't long at all, but for Steve, it was torture. He missed her eyes, her laugh, her voice.
Steve missed Natasha.
He missed waking up in their bed together, spending time just lazily enjoying each other's company.
To see Natasha here was just amazing for him.
But among her scent was the smell of Vodka...
It takes a lot of shots to get Natasha tipsy, and even more to get her drunk.
She didn't look like she was, but he could tell she had been drinking.
"Natasha, how many drinks did you have?" Steve questioned her, holding her at arms distance.
"Only two Rogers, besides, I can't get drunk." She laughed and removed his arms from her and leaned into Steve's chest, pressing up against him.
"I just want to have a nice moment with my boyfriend."
Steve's heart almost stopped.
She wouldn't
That was a new low for Natasha.
"Natasha, you need to go home." He start forcefully removing her from his chest. But she was quick.
Too quick.
Steve's mouth collided with hers in a rush of teeth and tongue. He felt Natasha kissing him in a way he never felt from her, and he could hear the hoots and hollers the other men in the bar let out.
Steve practically ripped Natasha off his lips; she came out with surprised eyes, swollen lips, and a flushed face.
"We're leaving..now."
Steve grabbed her hand and led her out of the bar to his bike, which he promptly placed her on and drove to their apartment so fast there were flames behind them.
They didn't even make it upstairs before Natasha locked their lips together. Steve was taken aback, almost shocked even.
But, he saw how much Natasha enjoyed it, so, even though it was against his will, he let it happen.
~X~
Steve woke up to Natasha curled up into his chest, and for a brief moment, he let himself have this.
But the sinking feeling of dread was there.
The memories that she choose him over Steve.
The blond couldn't let that feeling go, and sitting up in the bed, he gently pushed Natasha away.
~X~
Natasha remembered what happened last night, she couldn't forget.
She came to that bar for one reason: get back together with Steve.
Maybe it wasn't the way to do it, but she needed him. They could've found a way to work it out, she just knew it.
Natasha fell asleep in the warm embrace of Steve, just as she had three nights ago, and her love for him was bursting out of her chest.
But she woke to the feeling of a cold bed, and a angry Steve in the room next to her.
The redhead knew the stern talking she was going to get, and the sooner she could explain herself, the better.
She plucked one of his grey hoodies that was several times larger then her and put it on, wearing nothing but that and her underwear.
When Nat walked out, she saw a glimpse of a smile ghost onto his lips, before it faded away into a frown.
She kept a steady eye at him, and her face became a mask of no emotion.
"I know what you are going to say Rogers."
He stopped leaning on the counter, and stood up to his full height.
"Oh, and what am I going to say?"
That little sh*t. If she didn't hate Steve before, she does now.
"Why did I do what I did last night. That's what. I'll tell ya Rogers, and I won't lie to you. I wanted you back. I wanted to make our relationship work again."
Steve's eyes turned into a glare.
"Why should I believe you?"
Natasha held up her hand, the one with her engagement ring on it.
Steve's eyes shifted for a moment, before switching back into a glare.
"Where did you find that?"
She calmly padded over to him, unfurling his clenched fist, and placing her hand in his.
"I wanted what we had before Steve. I want it back so much."
It was barely audible. Only a quite whisper of hope, of love. Natasha stared at him like she did before she left, before this whole mess begun. For a moment, Steve wanted it too. But it was to late now.
Steve removed his hand from her's, and Natasha gave him a look of despair.
"I understand. Let me collect my stuff and get out of your life."
Steve swore he only blinked once because at that moment, she was at the door, still wearing his hoodie and some grey sweatpants she had stored here,
"Bye Steve."
She closed the door, and it took Steve all of his willpower to not chase after her, to call Natasha back.
He stared at his hand, the one she placed her's in. Steve still felt the shocks of pain after he removed it from her hand, and how much he wanted her back.
He turned to look around their old apartment, all the memories he drew or took photos of them inside of this room.
Steve wished he could've fixed this, but it was to late to fix anything now.
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A/N: I am done with da feels. Done!

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~Forever RedWind