Once again, rewatched endgame and noticed that right after telling his support group that you "gotta move on" he goes to Natasha. So here's my interpretation of that.

Running the support group had been going well for Steve.

It made him feel like maybe he could move on vicariously through the people he helped.

But lately, he felt like a hypocrite. Telling everyone to move on and live their lives the best they could while he was still wallowing in the guilt of losing.

During one session, he realized it was time he followed his own advice.

"Back in forty-five, I went into the ice. Right after I met the woman I had fallen in love with. When I came out...I had to move on. Now...we have to move on again. Otherwise, what's the point of being here. If we don't live out our lives with what people we do have left, Thanos should've just killed us all."

Some of them nodded, other stayed silent and Steve sighed.

"The world is in our hands guys... We've gotta do something with it," He finished.

He said goodbye to each of the people in his group but couldn't help but let his mind wander.

These people were building up from nothing. Most of them had lost their entire family. They were alone.

Steve still had people he loved. The one person who he loved more then anything was still here...and he hadn't done anything about it.

In fact, he had distanced himself from her out of fear that whatever he felt for her would ruin the precious friendship they had.

What he hadn't anticipated was that doing so would put a ripple between them anyhow.

Once everyone else had left, Steve pulled out his phone.

He dialed Natasha's number only to have it go to voicemail.

He frowned and tried to remember the last time he had visited.

Realizing it had been nearly a month, Steve mentally cursed himself and grabbed his things, heading outside for his motorcycle.

He started the engine and quickly took off in the direction of the compound.

It wasn't far, only about thirty minutes with traffic, which made Steve feel even worse about not visiting Natasha.

Driving to get right now he couldn't even remember why he moved out in the first place.

It was obvious that despite the tough exterior she put up, she was suffering. And to make it worse, he had been the asshole to leave her completely alone.

Feeling terrible, Steve stopped at their favorite Chinese takeout restaurant and got dinner for the two of them. 

But when he arrived at the compound, he wasn't even sure what he was doing.

All he knew was that he loved Natasha more then anything, and if either of them were going to move on from the snap, maybe it could be together.

He also realized that he didn't know for sure that Natasha was there. She didn't leave very often, but he still hadn't called or anything to make sure he was alright to stop by.

Steve sighed and tried to put his irrational fears behind, Natasha wouldn't get mad for an impromptu visit. If anything, she'd be mad it was the first in a while.

He knocked on the door and there was no answer.

Steve sighed, "Jarvis, is Natasha here?"

"Agent Romanoff is in the training room," Jarvis replied.

"Is she, uh, decent?" Steve asked, not wanting to accidentally impede on her privacy.

"Yes," Jarvis replied.

Steve nodded to himself and opened the door, walking inside the compound and going towards the training room.

Standing in the doorway of the room, Steve caught sight of Natasha and his heart raced. He was so hopelessly in love with her.

She was wearing black leggings and a thin black tank top, currently assaulting a punching bag.

He watched her for a moment, wondering what had her worked up so much. Normally, she would have noticed him by now.

"Is this a bad time?" Steve teased, leaning on the doorway.

Natasha turned around almost instantly, she didn't look startled. Just surprised.

"Steve? What are you doing here? Run out of laundry detergent?" She asked, a slight bitterness lacing her voice.

"I missed you. It's been a while since I visited. Which is on me. I'm an asshole. So to make up for it, I brought food," He said, holding up the takeout bags.

Natasha raised her eyebrows as she unwrapped her knuckles, "Assholes a strong word. I would go with jerk or bonehead."

Steve smiled, "Does that mean I'm forgiven?"

Natasha shrugged, "I haven't decided yet."

Steve shook his head and followed behind her as they walked back to the living room, where they normally ate.

He handed her the food and she crossed her legs, sitting besides him, "How's the support group going?"

Steve shrugged, "People are struggling, but it's getting better. How are you doing?"

Natasha frowned, "Me? I'm fine. Still just trying to make sure the world doesn't fall apart."

Steve nodded and looked down quietly as they ate.

"Why did you stop visiting?" Natasha finally asked.

Steve frowned, how could he answer this when he didn't even know the reason, "I don't know, I guess I just felt guilty, and a little scared."

Natasha's brows furrowed, "Over what?"

"In the snap, everyone lost the people they loved. Most people lost everything. I felt guilty because I still had you. You mean more to me then anyone Natasha, and by some miracle, I didn't lose you. I didn't realize until today that it's stupid to be distancing myself from the people I love just because other people lost loved ones."

Natasha frowned, "You love me?"

Steve nodded, "I've always loved you Nat."

Her eyes softened as she studied his face, searching for something that would tell her he was lying.

"If you loved me then why did you leave?" She asked, sounding much more broken then she ever wanted to.

Steve frowned and set his food on he table so he could take her hand in his, "Because I was afraid Natasha. I still am. You're my best friend, and I didn't want to risk losing that."

"So why are you telling me this now?" She asked, still confused and hurt. When he had moved out it had been as though he took a part of her with him.

Steve sighed, looking down, "Because I realized that by pushing you away, I was losing you anyways."

Natasha slowly brought her hand to Steve's cheek, her thumb running over his jaw slowly, "You could never lose me Steve."

Steve sighed, looking up at her slowly, regret pooling in his eyes, "Maybe I deserve to. I should've never left. You should hate me."

Natasha shook her head, "I should've stopped you. We both made mistakes, but now we have the chance to fix them."

"How?" Steve asked quietly.

Natasha gave him a small smile, "We move on with the people we love. Just like you said."

Steve's eyes widened slightly, "Does that mean-"

"I love you too Steve," Natasha inturrupted, smiling softly at Steve as he realized what she was saying.

Her thumb brushed over his lip and their eyes locked. Love and desire were both running through Steve's blood as Natasha moved closer to him so that she was nearly in his lap.

Her other arm snaked it's way around his neck, and slowly, she leaned forward to kiss him.

Steve kissed her back gently, savoring everything about her...the sweet scent of her hair...the way her soft hands moved over his jaw and neck as they kissed, everything she did was intoxicating.

She tilted her head slightly, deepening the kiss as their tongues battled with one another for dominance.

Eventually, the kiss turned passionate. Steve had pushed Natasha back down onto the couch, hovering over her as they kissed.

Her hands roamed his chest and grasped at his shirt to pull him closer.

Thanos could have appeared inside the room they were in and Steve still didn't think he would have the willpower to pull away from her.

They had both been waiting for this for so long...and now that it was happening, they weren't in a rush to let the moment end.

"Stay." Natasha breathed out heavily as Steve began trailing kisses down her neck.

Steve nodded, "For as long as you want me to."

Natasha let out a quiet moan as he kissed her again and her legs wrapped around his waist, allowing him to easily lift her off the couch and towards the elevator, still not breaking their kiss.

He pressed the button for her floor, carrying her inside before gently setting her on the bed.

Steve pulled away and Natasha frowned, her breathing heavy and her lips red and swollen.

"Can I take you on a date tomorrow? A real one?" Steve asked, his breathing still uneven as well.

Natasha smiled, "I don't know. I'm pretty busy lately."

Steve shook his head with a small laugh and Natasha kissed him again, "Yes, I will go out with you."

Steve smiled and continued to kiss her, making sure that she knew just how much he really loved her.

Hey guys. Sorry I haven't updated in a few days. I've been busy with school. I've got a three day weekend though so their should be at least two or three updates coming.

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