A/N: Quick thing before I begin the story. I'm hosting a contest to see who can write the best 1940s AU for Romanogers. It can be Time Travel, regular 1940s, or anything you want(as long as it's in the 1940s).  It will run from April 15-30 and I will announce the winners the day after.
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  Rules:
1. You can make it as long as you want
2. Send me a link or the name of your story in a PM or comment on here or in my Conversations
3. No copying someone else's work
4. Winners will be announced April 31st
5. The story must be sent in between April 15-30.
6. If you are entering, PM me, post a comment on here, or say so in my  conversations.
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How I will be grading it:
Creativity
Spelling
Grammar
Characters
All out enjoyment of story
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Prizes:
Third place:
Giving you a free OC(original character)
Second place:
A(non digital artwork) headshot(meaning it is just their head) of your OC as a Wolf or Dragon
First place:
A full body drawing of your OC as a Wolf or Dragon
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Now with that out of the way, let's begin the chapter!

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*Alert*
Prisoner has escaped
*Alert*
All units to the location
"Tony! You got eyes on him?"
   "I see him Red, engaging target."
"Stand down! You will not win this!"
*silence between comms*
"He's down Natasha! I got him!"
"Sharon? Whose side are you on?!"
"No ones!"
*silence between comms*
"Do I have to do everything myself?"
Natasha slammed her knee into Bucky's chest, sending him staggering backwards and leaving him open. She swung her legs around his neck  and started forcefully banging him on the head. Bucky managed to get a hold on her with a arm and slammed her on a table, holding her in a tight choke hold.
"Could you at least recognize me?"
Bucky's weight lifted off of her as T'Challa, a newcomer, threw him backwards. Natasha watched, her breath ragged and sore. A ugly red and rapidly spreading mark was on her neck. Natasha was reminded of Steve, and the time in the church, but the thought quickly vanished as she watched T'Challa loose Bucky.
Dammit.
~X~
It was 9:00 PM when she showed up. Steve was sitting at a desk in the farthest corner of his room, a comforting place for him to be. He had his sketch book out, drawing his feelings on paper, which usually turned out to be mostly pictures of Natasha or Peggy. He felt a slight breeze coming through his room, and a stray fall leaf flowing gracefully in the air to land on the pristine table. Steve picked up the leaf, it's edges soft and smooth from the wind scraping it raw.
Her voice rang in his ears.
"Sloppy Rogers. Admiring a leaf instead of checking to see if your windows are open."
He didn't look at her, for it only brought memories.
"A fall leaf in summer, I had no idea it was actually you."
He stood up, pushed his chair in, and slowly turned to look at her.
Ah, she was still a sight to behold, even if his brain said no.
Leaning causally on the windowsill, one leg in and one leg out, wearing her catsuit. Her face was framed by the gossamer light coming from the sky, illuminating her pale skin so she looked like a ghost.
  Steve wanted to believe she was.
"Who let you in?"
Natasha gave him a 'you already know' kind of look, but sighing, she answered him anyway.
"I let myself in. Turns out your apartment doesn't have fortified windows."
She titled her head and reveled a part of her neck, the red and angry looking part Bucky had inflicted on her.
A subtle action, one Steve did not get right away, but when he saw the raw part of her neck, he knew something happened.
"Who did this to you?"
Steve was genuinely concerned for once, and Natasha relished in it.
"Bucky," she replied calmly, pulling some of her catsuit off to show more of the damage. "He escaped the cell Tony put him in."
Steve's eyes shifted from concern for her, to anger at Tony. "He put Bucky....in a cell!"
Natasha shrugged, it wasn't her concern for what Tony did to Bucky. Hell, he didn't even tell her.
"No wonder he strangled you! He had every right!"
Natasha's head swiveled to glare at him, her hand on a knife.
"I had no idea Stark put him in a cell! Don't you dare blame this on me!" She yelled at him, pulling a very small but silver blade out of her pocket.
They stared at each other like this for a moments.
Anger, confusion, resentment, love, grief, and so much more.
   Steve couldn't help himself when he laced their lips together, Natasha dropping the knife in her surprise.
He expected a hand coming to slap him, but no stinging flesh came to greet him.
Natasha was furthering the kiss, tilting her head at just the right angle to deepen it.
But anger was more powerful then lust, and she backed out.
"No," she whispered,"no more mind games."
In the blink of an eye, Natasha was gone, leaving the leaf with him. Steve quickly walked over to the window, sticking his head outside to see if he could spot her somehow. To no avail, he wasn't able to spot her.
Always a shadow. Never was a sun.
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A/N: yay, a long chapter for once  :3. Anywho, I might release a chapter tomorrow, but I'm more concerned to see if anyone will enter my contest.
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Also, you don't have to be this superb writer to enter, it really all depends on how much effort you put into it. A good writer will little effort put into a story will always fail in my opinion. If you are entering, I wish you good luck! May the best story win! ヽ(＾Д＾)ﾉ