Imagine Steve AND Nat finding out that she's older than him together. Add some romance or something similar please.
Thick snow drifted to the ground while the abandoned Siberian hangar was engulfed
in flames. Cinders rose into the sky, swirling beside smoke and ash.
The flames would take the surrounding complex next. Sparks landing
on nearby shingles had already begun to burn.
Searching room to
room, Steve located Natasha near a row of filing cabinets. The room
was far enough from the burning to not be on fire, but close enough
that it will be gone before the hour is up. Smoke drifted down the
hallway ceiling trying to creep its way into every room. Amidst a
pile of crumbling folders, Natasha sat on the floor. She held a brown
file open in her lap.
When she didn’t
look up, Steve knelt nearby. Leaning close, he saw a black and white
photos of a smiling family with a red-haired girl. The mother hugged
the girl tight, while the father had his hand on the mother’s back.
He beamed at his family, and the little girl beamed back at him.
“That’s me,” is all she said. While she stared at the photo, Steve looked over
the Russian text. Inked letters written in a flowing hand onto the
top margin. He couldn’t read much. The only thing he could make out
was the date.
She looked up at him and smiled. “Who would have guessed I’m the
Leaning in, he
gave her cheek a kiss, and took her hand. Gently he tugged her up.
“Let’s read this outside.”