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At Last

'Not so perfect now, huh? Are you crying? Weak.'

SLAP!

One of the other girls, Katrina, leaned down and slapped Natasha across her face.

'Please. I--I can't breathe . . . Let me-- AAAHHH!'

--

'Boy, it must be hard to  shake the "double agent" thing, huh? Sticks in the DNA.'

Double agent.

A traitor.

It's in her blood. It's the code in her brain.

--

She was in a dark room, all alone. Someone was approaching her. Was she staring at a mirror? It was her. Her image.

But more beautiful. She was perfect. Something she would never be.

'Steve will never love you.' she leered at Natasha. 'Look at you. Let him be with Peggy.'

--

'Tasha!'

She turned around, and saw Steve, but he was too far away. She stretched her hand. 'I need you. Please come back.' she pleaded helplessly.  

He said nothing. He was fading away, and away.

'Steve!'

'I love you.'

'NO!'

~

She woke up with a jolt. Panting and sweating, she quietly crept out of the bed, avoiding the creaking floorboards. She opened the bathroom door and closed it quietly behind her.

The jacuzzi was still slightly warm, as the climate was humid. She turned the jets at a low volume. Stripping her clothes down, she got in the jacuzzi, admired the bubbling jets for a few moments.

She was exhausted. Almost 10 months had passed since Steve, Nat, and Sam were on the run. Sam had his sister Sarah, so he stayed there for a few days before moving away to a new location. Wanda and Vision moved to Scotland, so she and Steve moved to Netherlands, one of the few countries who didn't approve the Sokovia Accords, so the UN can't take them in. Legally.

She felt drowsy. Her half-lidded eyes were closing everytime and she had to shake her head to snap her out of it.

Just for a moment, just a break. From it all. I just want a moment of peace. Something I never got.

--

Steve woke up in the middle of his slumber, eyes wide open, as if someone poured cold water down his back. He felt emptiness on his right. He turned over and saw the empty side of the bed, slightly warm. His tired eyes lingered on the pile of Natasha's "private clothes", before he physically slapped himself, and landed a bundle of clothes outside the bathroom door.

He got up, dressed, and knocked on the bathroom door, not anticipating what was on the other side of it.

'Natasha?'

No reply.

'I am opening the door, Nat.'

He opened the door, and nearly jumped in an unknown emotion.

She was lying in the jacuzzi, her arms resting on the sides, her head lolling backwards, a small smile present on the face. Her red hair was wet and, due to the steam, it looked like her head was on fire. The moonlight had bathed her with a soft glow, her sharp features were prominent, her light brown freckles were more visible, and a small scar near her collarbone was shining. One of the many.

But he was only human, so his gaze went downwards as well.

He admired every curves, dips, scars, cuts and bruises on her. She was perfect in his eyes. But he unfortunately knew she wasn't in hers. Her breathing was slow. Way too slow.

'Natasha?' He shook her shoulder gently.
'Eh?' She stirred in her sleep, shutting her eyes tightly to rid her the sleepiness in her eyes. 'Whassappened?' Her travelled from his concerned face to her own naked body. She crossed her legs and covered her chest with her arms.

'You uh . . . fell asleep,' he cleared his throat before continuing, 'in here. Must have passed out. Sorry. '

'Just pass me a towel.' she said dismissively.

Taken aback by her coldness, he spot a clean towel on the bathroom counter, and covered his eyes while she got out of the water. He let a tiny bit of his hand go down as she dried her body.

'Alright. Let's head back.'

She didn't meet his eyes but kissed his cheek, and walked out, suddenly dropping the towel.

His jaw dropped.

'Didn't your mother ever tell you to not look at girls while they're naked?'
'She did. But I am not thinking about her right now.'

'What are thinking about?'
'Things that my mother will never forgive me for thinking, and doing.'