"You," She whispered. "God I'm such a-"

"Then is it ok for me to say the sane? That I can't stop thinking about you?" Steve replied.

"You don't have to lie." She said. "Really Steve, just stop."

"Really? Because Natasha, I seriously can't stop thinking about you. Ever since. And I-I don't know, there just something about you that I can't stop-"

"Shut Up!" She whispered. "Shut up and come here." She continued.

"Huh?" A confused Steve asked.

"Come here. Are you coming or just going to stand there?"

Steve (with a confused look upon his face) began to walk towards Natasha.
He stopped in front of her, only inches away from her face.

"Now, closer." She whispered.

Steve smiled and leaned and kiss her. She smiled back and kiss him back. This was not just a 'kiss.' This was so much more. That one thing, that one piece that they both needed came to one. Same sync, same breath. Everything.

Fireworks display into the sky causing them to break away from each other.

"Good timing." Steve breathed.

"Shush up."

And with that Natasha pulled Steve back into a sweet lingering kiss. That one thing they needed, was right in front of them. And that indeed was each other.