I wanted to do something special for the 100th part so here's an extra long chapter about Romanogers and their story as I imagine it.

The day they met was overwhelming alone.

Natasha had only recently agreed to join the misfit band of 'extraordinary people', which she wasn't sure she belonged in.

And Steve, well, he had only recently found out that his sacrifice had not been permanent. He had woken up to find himself in a different century, which was jarring, to say the least.

Natasha had been ordered to greet the great Captain America when he arrived.

She respected him before she met him, she had been with shield long enough to know that the things Captain Rogers had done went well beyond crashing a plane into the ocean.

"Agent Romanoff," Coulson said, nodded to her as she approached the jet they had just departed, "this is Captain Rogers."

Steve nodded in her direction, "Ma'am."

Natasha glanced over at him, "Hi," she nodded at Coulson, "They need you on the bridge, they're starting the phase trials."

"See you there," he said, walking away.

Natasha discreetly scanned Steve's body, he was good looking, no one could deny that...but he was dressed like an old man.

Natasha began walking and Steve followed behind her, "There was quite the buzz around here after finding you in the ice...I thought Coulson was gonna swoon. Did he ask you to sign his Captain America trading cards yet?"

Steve couldn't help but smile, "Trading cards?"

Natasha smirked, "They're vintage, he's very proud."

Steve smiled and greeted Dr. Banner, who was looking confused and lost when they saw him.

Natasha watched from afar as Steve greeted him and couldn't help but notice how kind he seemed.

She had to fight back the urge to roll her eyes at how genuine he sounded. Honestly, Natasha had no idea how this man could be a soldier. He seemed much to pure to be able to end lives.

"Gentlemen, we might wanna head inside. It's about to get hard to breathe." Natasha finally said.

Steve looked confused and turned back to Natasha, "Is this thing a submarine?"

Natasha didn't respond and watched as the two peered over the edge, and watched the helicarrier lift into the air.

She eventually led them inside and left the two on their own as she went off to do her job.

Over the next few days, she learned a few things about Steve.

He was determined, strong willed, and stubborn as an ass.

She had watched him and Tony go at in the last few days and found it surprising to see just how strongly he stuck to his moral compass.

Natasha trusted him as much as she allowed herself too.

During the battle in New York they had fought side by side and she found that they worked well together...almost as well as her and Clint did.

He was able to read her attacks and assist her if she needed him too. They worked in tandem and took out aliens left and right.

"Captain one of this is gonna mean a damn thing if we don't shut that portal down." Natasha said when there was a lull in fighting.

Steve looked up at the portal, "Our biggest guns couldn't touch it."

"Well maybe it's not about guns." Natasha said looking up at the machine keeping it open.

"If you wanna get up there your gonna need a ride."

Natasha looked up at the alien ships flying overhead, "I've got a ride. I could use a boost though."

Steve raised his shield and cocked his head, "You sure about this?"

"Yeah, it's gonna be fun." Natasha said running and jumping off of the car and onto Steve's shield.

He launched her up and she grabbed onto the ship, completely unaware of Steve watching her in awe.

The battle had been long and tiring but they won. They even celebrated with shawarma, at Tony's request.

Not long after that, the Avengers had sort of gone their own ways.

Bruce went back to India to resume working, Tony went to find a new place to rebuild Stark Industries, Clint went on a mission, Steve tried to adjust to the new world he was living in and Natasha went back to work.

Steve's continued working for Shield... Natasha was often on his team for missions and she couldn't help but enjoy having a companion besides Clint.

The more time she spent with him the more she grew to trust him.

Their mission to destroy Hydra had solidified their friendship.

It had also, solidified the feeling that had been growing in the pit of Natasha's stomach.

She had tried to ignore it. She tried so hard...but the day of Fury's fake death had forced her to face it.

She knew as soon as he pushed her into the closet.

"Where is it?" He asked, holding her against the wall.

"Safe." Natasha said back.

"Do better."

"Where did you get it?" Natasha asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Why would I tell you?" Steve asked, doing an awful job of hiding that Fury had given it to him.

Natasha frowned and looked down at his lips, suddenly realizing how close they were, "Fury gave it to you...why?"

"What's on it?" Steve asked pushing her shoulders more into the wall.

Natasha frowned, "I don't know."

Steve pushed her harder, bringing his face even closer to hers, "Stop lying."

"I only act like I know everything Rogers."

Steve backed away, "But you knew Fury hired the pirates didn't you."

Natasha sighed and darted her eyes from his eyes to his lips, they were still so close... "Well, it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you."

Steve shoved her back again, making her eyes dart back to meet his, "I'm not gonna ask you again."

Natasha's eyes softened, "I know what killed Fury."

Steve released his grip slightly.

"Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exist, the ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He's credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years."

"So he's a ghost story," Steve said.

Natasha sighed, "Five years ago I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran. Somebody shot out my tires near Odessa, we lost control, went straight over a cliff. I pulled us out. But the winter soldier was there. So he shot him, straight through me," Natasha said, lifting her shirt so Steve could see the scar on her lower abdomen, "Soviet slug...no rifling. Bye bye bikinis."

Steve took his hands off her shoulder, "Yeah I bet you look terrible in them now."

Natasha smirked slightly and caught herself looking down at Steve's lips again.

She scolded herself and sighed, "Going after him is a dead end...I know I've tried. Like you said, he's a ghost story."

She held out the flashdrive and Steve took it.

"Well let's find out what the ghost wants." He said, inviting her to join him in search of the soldier.

They had embarked on their own little mission and Natasha was finding it harder and harder to keep her feelings buried.

Kissing him on that damn escalator didn't help anything either.

Sure it had all been because of the mission but feeling his lips against hers, even if it was just for a moment, made her skin tingle and butterflies swarm in her stomach.

It was driving her absolutely mad.

She tried to cover her sudden nerves with jokes about it being his first kiss since 1985 but when he said he wanted her to be a friend, she felt like she had been sucker punched, although, she wasn't sure what else she wanted him to say.

She lost all sanity and control over his she felt when they talked at Sam's house.

Steve had been wearing a white tank top that did nothing to hide how well toned he was, and somehow he managed to look better then ever.

"You okay?" He asked, sitting down across from her.

Natasha looked up, "Yeah." She mumbled.

Seeing through her lie, Steve leaned forward, "What's going on?"

"When I first joined shield, I thought I was going straight...but I I guess I just traded out the KGB for Hydra. I thought I knew whose lies I was telling but I guess I can't tell the difference anymore."

Steve looked up with a slight smirk, "There's a chance you may be in the wrong buissness for that."

Natasha looked up, shocked at the use of her own words against her and laughed in shock.

Steve winked and Natasha looked at Steve carefully, trying to read him, "I owe you." She whispered.

He had now saved her life at least three times. Probably more.

"No. It's okay," Steve said, shaking his head.

Natasha frowned, "If it was the other way around and it came down to me to save your life, and you be honest with me...would you trust me to do it?"

Steve nodded, "I would now...and I'm always honest."

Natasha drew back, finding herself shocked at his faith in her.

"Well, you seem pretty chipper for someone who just found out they died for nothing." Natasha finally said.

Steve smirked, "Well, I guess I just like to know who I'm fighting."

Then Sam walked in... stopping Natasha from doing the one thing that she wanted to do so badly but couldn't do.

In retrospect it was probably a good thing. Kissing Steve again would only further complicate things.

She figured that out there hard way when she had to say goodbye to him.

Leaving him was hard...harder then she cared to admit, so she didn't see any harm in leaving him with one last lingering kiss on the cheek.

But then that simple gesture haunted her dreams. It made her miss him more then she thought possible and made her want to drop everything and run to him.

Her crush on him was getting out of hand and she felt that she had no choice but to distract herself.

That's where Bruce came in.

He was nice, easy to talk to, and she didn't have a friendship with him that she would lose if things between them went south.

And best of all, she had no romantic feelings for him.

He was her distraction and it was secretly driving Steve crazy.

Natasha and Bruce had their thing for a few months until Bruce ran off, leaving her behind without an explanation.

She didn't know why it hurt so bad, she didn't love him. She had used him as a rebound for a relationship that didn't exist.

And yet the pain was still present.

Maybe it was because of the rejection she felt. Another person gone because they couldn't stand to be with her. One more story to prove that she would never be happy.

Steve had tried to comfort her, and she found herself on the couch with him every night, sitting close together and watching movies that Steve had missed when he was in the ice.

Natasha found that every moment she spent with him, she fell more and more in love.

She would always desperately try and remind herself that love was for children, but as soon as she thought it, she would see his eyes.

The eyes that made her willingly tell him anything because they were so full of trust and perhaps love.

But the day she sided with Tony it all changed.

She hadn't wanted to do it.

When Steve had looked at her, she knew he was silently asking for her help.

Just like with the Winter Soldier, he trusted her to stand by him through hell or high water.

But Natasha had too many things on her record.

She couldn't afford to defy the government.

The red in her ledger was too prominent and sided with them might lead her one step to wiping it out.

Later that night, Steve had found her on the roof.

Natasha was the first to speak, "I'm sorry Steve. Really, I am."

Steve nodded and stood besides her on the rail, "I know."

"You have to understand, I can't fight the government anymore. My record isn't clean like yours. If I defy them there won't be any second chances."

Steve put his hand over Natasha's, "Nat, it's okay. You don't have to explain yourself to me...just promise me one thing."

Natasha nodded.

"Promise that no matter what, when this is over I'll have my partner in crime back. That you won't resent me for being on the other side." Steve said sadly.

"I could never resent you Steve. I'll always be by your side if you need me to be. I don't care if we are on different sides, if you need me, I'm there." Natasha promised.

Steve nodded and looked down at the ground, "I have a bad feeling about all this..."

Natasha sighed...she did too.

After that night, Natasha didn't see Steve until Peggy's funeral.

Her heart had ached for him and when she found out that he was at the funeral alone, she had ordered her pilot to stop in London so she could see him.

"I didn't want you to be alone." She had told him.

Steve had sighed and embraced her, letting himself be upset and knowing that Natasha would be his shoulder to cry on even if they were on opposite sides of a war.

"Be careful Steve. Whatever happens, I'll be waiting for another movie night...okay?" Natasha asked before leaving.

Steve nodded and stood silently as Natasha leaned up to kiss Steve on the cheek before walking back outside to get on the jet that would take her to the signing of the accords.

The next time they saw each other was when Tony had planned to bring Steve and Bucky in by force.

Essentially, a war had broken out.

Natasha told Tony before it even started that she wouldn't hurt Steve. She wouldn't be the one to disarm him, she wouldn't be the one to arrest him, and she sure as hell wouldn't be the one fighting him at the airport.

Her plan to completely avoid him was working fine until he came running for the jet she was guarding.

"I'm gonna regret this..." Natasha said, looking at Steve.

He frowned for a moment, believing she was going to taze him but then looked at her in shock when she shot T'challa.

"Go." She said, nodding at the jet and shooting him again.

Steve sighed and ran towards her, "Thank you." Steve said when they passed her.

Natasha shot T'challa again and watched as the jet flew away.

She looked over at T'challa, who looked furious.

Natasha turned away and walked back towards everyone else.

"You helped them escape?!" Tony asked Natasha.

Natasha didn't show any emotion, "I owed him. And I already told you I wasn't going to fight him."

Tony rubbed the bridge of his nose, "You shot T'challa so they could escape."

"And?"

"What am I supposed to do Romanoff? You betrayed us." Tony yelled.

"Then I'll leave. I'll find somewhere to go and come back when you and Steve stop acting like goddamn children!" Natasha yelled, grabbing her things and storming off.

Eventually, after everything settled down, she found Steve and Sam on the run.

She had tracked them and eventually caught up to them in Tennessee.

Steve had been checking into a motel when she spotted him.

She watched him go to his room and then followed behind him quietly.

When he entered the room, she stopped the door from closing and knocked on it three times.

Steve turned around quickly. His eyes widened, "Natasha?!"

Natasha smiled, "Hey."

Steve laughed in relief and pulled Natasha into a hug.

"What are you doing here?" Steve asked.

"I've been on the run since the civil war. The government is not pleased with me for letting you go. I decided some company would be nice." Natasha said with a smile.

"God Nat... I'm sorry. I know you were trying to stay on their good side." Steve said, looking down.

Natasha shook her head, "Don't be. It was my choice. And I don't regret it."

Steve smiled, "Well I'm glad you're here."

"Me too." Natasha said, smiling. She realized how close they were and felt herself leaning towards Steve.

Then the door swung open and they both jumped apart, "Hey Steve, there's a general store down the street with some cheap stuff-" Sam started before looking up and seeing Natasha, "when did you get here?"

Natasha grinned, "Just now. Thought you boys could use a little help."

Sam smiled and hugged Natasha, "Well you're right. Steve and I aren't really meant for the whole laying low thing."

Natasha laughed, "I can imagine."

The next few months were great for Natasha. She was on the run but she had never felt freer.

The only problem was that her feelings for Steve were only growing.

One night, after a particularly nasty fight with some agents of Hydra, Steve and Natasha were stitching up one another's cuts.

Sam was in a seperate room because he snored and neither of them wanted to be in the same bed as him.

"You got pretty beat up tonight..." Steve said, cleaning a cut on her head.

Natasha shrugged, "Yeah, you're looking pretty shitty yourself." She teased.

"I never said you looked shitty." Steve replied with a smirk.

Natasha rolled her eyes and looked down at Steve's lips, realizing how close they were.

Steve seemed to have the same thought because when she looked up at him, his eyes were locked on her lips as well.

Her eyes darted from his eyes to his lips and Natasha began to lean in, closing her eyes when she saw Steve do the same.

Their lips met and Natasha moved from her spot next to Steve to his lap, where she kissed him as passionately as she could.

Steve tangled his fingers in Natasha's hair and moaned, holding Natasha's waist as she kissed him.

"I love you." Natasha said, not even realizing what she was doing, "I love you so much Steve."

Steve smiled and kissed Natasha again, "I love you too."

Natasha laughed in relief and kissed Steve again.

That night, they were lucky the motel walls weren't thin.

Everything progressed smoothly from then on. Steve and Natasha were both happier then ever and the way things were going, she was mad at herself for not telling him sooner.

They had even promised that if they ever settled down, they would get married.

It wasn't until Thanos arrived that everything went wrong.

After the snap, they spent the five years together mourning their friends and family.

Natasha eventually ended up pregnant.

Nine months later, she gave birth to a baby boy who they named James Wilson Rogers after Bucky and Sam.

James was their pride and joy, and raising him together made everything seem worth it.

Natasha loved Steve more then anything and she couldn't have been more thankful for James, but when the opportunity to save everyone came up, she had practically begged Steve for them to help.

"Natasha what about James? If something were to happen..."

Natasha frowned, "Nothing will happen Steve. We'll be fine. All we have to do is go back and get the stones. We'll be back before he even realizes we're gone."

Steve finally agreed and they left James with Pepper and went to retrieve the stones.

That's when it all went terribly though.

Because when Natasha found out that it was either her or Clint, she had refused to let Clint die.

"Natasha please, James and Steve need you." Clint said, holding onto her hand tightly, tears forming in his eyes.

"Tell them that I love them. They'll be okay." Natasha said, not bothering to hide her tears.

"Let me go Clint." She said quietly.

Clint shook his head but Natasha kicked off the wall and soon, she was dead.

Clint had got the stone and gone back, collapsing on his knees as soon as he arrived in the present.

Steve was the first to notice Natasha's absence.

"Clint? Where is Natasha?" He asked, sounding more afraid then anyone had ever heard him.

"She's gone Steve. She's gone." Clint cried out.

Steve stepped back, "No..."

"Steve..." Tony said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No! She can't be gone. James, he needs her. I need her." Steve cried.

Clint handed Tony the stone and tearfully explained what happened.

Steve had pushed through everyone and ran nearly 8 miles until he was in the middle of nowhere.

He finally stopped, tears spilling down his cheeks as he let out a yell of agony.

He threw his fist at the brick wall he was standing by and fell to his knees, sobbing openly and not caring who saw him.

Tony had to come find him and bring him back to the facility.

Steve then had to face the task of telling his son that his mother was gone...

"Daddy!" James yelled, smiling as Steve lifted him up, "Where's mama?"

Steve took a shaky breath, "Mama isn't coming home bud."

James frowned, "Is she at work?"

Steve shook his head, "No, mama had to go take care of Uncle Sam and Uncle Bucky. She's with them and we aren't going to see her for a while."

James frowned, "Don't be silly Daddy. Mama can't be with Uncle Bucky and Uncle Sam... they're in Heaven."

Steve nodded, wishing Natasha was by his side, "Your mom's in heaven now."

James shook his head, "No she's not! She promised she would be back soon! Mama wouldn't lie!"

Steve held back his tears, "She didn't mean to lie James. She loved you so much."

James began to cry and Steve's heart broken into even more pieces.

He felt incomplete, completely alone, and more unsure of himself then ever.

That night, James had stayed in bed with Steve all night, both of them crying because the person who they needed most was dead.

It wasn't until a few weeks later when Steve realized there might be a way to get her back.

He had left James with a heavy heart and gone to return the stones himself, hoping that in doing so, he could reverse Natasha's sacrifice.

When he got to Vormir, it had taken hours to convince the red skull to reverse the trade.

But he did, Natasha appeared at the top of the cliff, looking confused, but very much alive.

Steve ran to her and captured her lips in a case before she could even notice him.

Pulling away, Steve placed his hands on Natasha's cheeks, "Natasha. I missed you so much. God Nat, please don't ever do that again. I love you so much Nat." He said, more tears dripping down his cheek.

"I live you too Steve. I'm so sorry I left you. I couldn't let Clint die."

Steve nodded and embraced Natasha, "We need to get home. James misses you so much Nat."

Natasha grabbed Steve's hand, "Let's go."

Steve brought Natasha home and she was finally reunited with her baby.

Their story was filled with a lot of bumps...death, aliens, and a lot of tears.

But that made it stronger, because in the end, they would love each other for eternity. Never growing apart or allowing their feelings to faulter.

They really were true love.

Hey guys! This is the 100th chapter!!!

I'm honestly surprised that I have written this much. When I started this book it was just kind of a coping mechanism for endgame but now I'm at 100 chapters and I have many more coming.

Thank you to everyone reading this and I hope you all enjoy this story.

Like always, please vote and comment if you enjoyed.

BTW, this chapter was 4000 words long, 😲😂😂