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“And slowly…I was forgotten,” Charles can’t help but say with a teasing grin, as he watches from his wheelchair as you put on some makeup in your older sister’s dresser. You frown and turn to look at him, as he simply shakes his head. He, in some way, thought you would always be together since you were a lot closer in age. 

But, now here you were going on a date with Steve Rogers. He was happy for you, even if your parents –especially your mother– was on the worrisome side. 

He’s just a sick as Charlie. What are you gonna do when you he’s on his deathbed at 20?

Ma, it’s just one date! Cool ya head!   

Charles knew better though – he could already tell you had fallen hard, but he couldn’t say anything on the matter until you figured it out yourself. 

“So, are you taking her to the dance hall?” Bucky can’t help but question with a grin on his face, as he watches his best friend put on slightly better clothes than his brown jacket and white collared shirt. 

“The art museum,” Steve mentions are he puts on a brown tie, Bucky whistles in the background as the blond shakes his head. 

“That sounds pretty serious, Stevie,” the older friend can’t help but remark as he sees Steve push back the front of his hair in annoyance or nervousness, Bucky wasn’t exactly sure.  

“Well, she’s…” Steve stops himself from getting to emotional on the dating subject, but James already knows what he means – the first real gal to show interest in him. 

“You best be getting both her and her ma flowers then,” Bucky laughs, as Steve nods in complete seriousness. 

Don’t think, feel.

It’s not a line that should be used in Natasha’s line of work -- she’s a spy, there is no need to feel, to form connections with others when they could turn and use them at any moment. She knew, she had done that from time to time, it was part of the job but never for her. However, as she watches the woman that is so fond of said saying, of watching old Bruce Lee movies and quoting them while training, struggling for her life through the glass separating the medical ward from the rest of the world -- Natasha tries her hardest to ignore the flutter of spring locked within her chest from taking over her completely.

Don’t think, feel.

Natasha tries not to think about it on the 2nd morning of her laying uncousiness in med bay, taking a drink of her hot coffee while ignoring the fact that this is also the 2nd day without some type of bakery from the little shop a few blocks down. The Black Widow isn’t one to form habits and patterns --she has to keep everyone on their toes-- but even she couldn’t ignore the ice-box or other sweets that lay around the kitchen with her name on it. Clint gives her a tight smile, as she just shakes her head before leaving.

Don’t think, feel.

Natasha goes on a five-day mission after that, they tell her that your heart started giving out on the 3rd day, but you didn’t give up -- a small smile on her face at the thought of you not going out without a fight, it was one of the reasons you were in this current state in the first place. She tries her hardest to stay away, but that's when she sees it -- that little music box from 3 summers ago that you just had to give her for whatever reason. She pauses for a moment, her feet taking her to an all-too familiar whitewashed room where you are surrounded with tubes, though breathing on your own compared to last time. She sighs and let’s herself sink into the side of your bed for a moment.   

Don’t think, feel.

It’s a soft press of lips on your forehead, as light as a feather but the familiar aura thrumming through your body (due to your powers) eases you for a moment. The anxiety and hurt goes away as a you feel a body lean into yourself, even if it’s only for a brief moment. You can’t help but smile a light, as your eyes flutter for a moment, long red hair covering your line of sight of everything else.  

“I’ll walk you home,” Steve states the day after you path him up, a bashful smile and red cheeks that make you smile from ear to ear. It had been a two weeks since the incident in the back alley and since then Steve kept walking back and forth with you to the volunteer nursing courses you were taking. And while, you hadn’t talked about the date since you had suggested it, this was nice as well.

“Is it okay if I buy some loaves of bread?” you question, spotting in front of Mrs. Winston’s Bakery, and while your mother had asked for, you were also trying to extend the time you spent with the blond just a little more. He gives you a small smile and nod, as he follow you into the shop only to have the elderly woman wink at the sight of you two entering together.

Two orders later, you’re struggling with two paper bags full of bread (since you had been saving up ration tickets for Charlie’s birthday) and your first aid kit, as Steve tries to grab one,  “It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”

He lets out a quick chuckle at the statement, which he used to using more himself as finally grabs a bag as you give up with a pout and he can’t help but look at your lip for just a moment.   

“You really are something,” Steve lets out because since you started greeting him back at your family’s store, he had to wonder what had changed. You couldn’t blame him since Steve wasn’t used to dames paying attention to him, much less flirt him every chance they got. He had been weary over the past couple of weeks of walking you back to the grocery store and the small clinic for the past two weeks. He was starting to see something completely new to him, but he couldn’t help but a enjoy it.

“I got tired of not living my best life, Stevie,” you explain with bright eyes that take his breathe away for a moment, “I don’t wanna say I didn’t take a chance in what could be.”

“I see, and what about being a nurse?” blues turn to look at you, enjoying in seeing this side of you he had never seen in all the years of knowing you as the simple gal behind the cashier.  

“I don’t wanna fight, but help those that need help standing up, ya know,” you shrug trying to a little dismissive of your effort since you knew there were so many other people putting their lives on the line across the ocean, “I wanna support in any way I can, this is just the one way that works for me.”

“That’s really courageous of ya,” Steve says in awe as you give him a bashful smile.    

“Well, I’ve got someone as a fine example,” you laugh as he shakes his head,“ ‘ough he gets one too many scarpes.”

“Just so ya have more practice,” the blond manages to tease back, letting down his guard just a little around you.

“And how do ya plan to pay your pretty nurse back?” you answer his jest with a quirk of your lips, as his face turns a light shade a pink for a quick second.

“Maybe…date tomorrow night at Barb’s,” he says with a quieter voice than usual, still unsure of how to move forward with you, with whatever this might be.