The party was perfect. Everything was in place. Tony and Pepper had the best time ever and was now just focused on the wedding ahead of them.

Meanwhile, the new profound couple lay in bed. Steve was half asleep, whilst Natasha was tracing a scar over his chest, that Bucky caused by stabbing him.

"Steve?" She asked.

"Mhm?" He asked.

"You sleeping?"

"I can't. I usually just fall asleep, but now, now I can't." He whined.

"мой милый принц ваши мечты ждут . Для моя любовь не опадет ," She sung.

для него время для вас слишком оцепенении . Запомнить тебя , ибо Я не сон . Спать в pecae моей любви . Я всегда здесь. Оставайтесь в безопасности моя милая."

Translation: My sweet prince waiting for your dreams . For my love shall fade not , for it is time for you too daze. Remember you, because I do not sleep. Pecae shall follow you in your sleep.With my love . I'm always here. Stay safe my dear

Natasha stopped singing and looked at Steve. His eyes were pry shut and his breathing slowed down.

"Stay safe me sweet."

Morning flourished over the sky and birds were chirping their happy tunes. Why not? It was a happy day after all. Especially for two Avengers in particular. Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanov.

As Steve opened his eyes he felt light weight being pressed upon his chest. Natasha was wearing his white shirt, with a pen and pillow in her hand.

"See? Black is the new blonde." She smirked.

"What did you do?" He asked.

"Looks for yourself."