"You really think so?" She asked looking at Steve.

"I know so." He whispered.

She shook her head and snuggled closer to Steve. He looked confused and began to ask her.

"What's wrong?" He chuckled.

"You always know how to make a girl feel special. And I love it." She smiled.

"I only do this, if my heart and mind are telling me it the right thing."

Natasha leaned on Steve and kiss him gently on the lips. However, their kiss was interrupted by the pouring and sudden patter of rain. They looked around them and saw couples looking upset and horrified. All of them snatched their belongings and hastily scattered away.

"Nat, come on!"Steve said whilst putting the now wet clothe bag in the basket.

"Noo. I love the rain.Они говорят, что любовь щеголять в дождь . Это показывает надежду, заботу и сострадание они показывают друг другу. That's the old saying in Russia. It mea-"

"They say they love to flaunts in the rain.It shows hope,care and compassion they show to each other." Steve cut in.

Natasha nodded and smiled. She then proceeded into twirling in the hard glistening rain. Each step she took as she shut her emerald eyes. Steve just watched gracefully as she twirled and hop. He'd never seen her move in such consistent and perfect manner.

Natasha was focused on dancing. It was like she was at peace. But something was missing. Someone wasn't there anymore. That all took over her, until a pair of arms accompanied her. Natasha fluttered her eye open and saw Steve holding her and then twirling here.

"Love does flaunt in the rain."