It was due to the line of work and constantly fearing for his safety that Natasha decided to break up with Steve. Both were devastated, of course, but Steve knew she was right to be afraid. What caused her to do it was when he threw himself and an enemy off the Empire State Building. Two hours later, she ended it.

But a little more than two months later, Steve came into the Tower, excitedly announcing he was seeing someone. She was hurt. Why was he going back into the dating game? She waited until he was alone to corner him.

"Hey, Nat. I know-"

"Steve, how could you?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Steve, we broke up two months ago. I'm still reeling from it. And here's you jumping into a new relationship. How do you think that makes me feel?"

Steve swallowed. "Understandably upset. But Nat, listen. It is my dream to have a family. Someone to love. And I thought I had that with you. But then you broke things off, so I thought we weren't meant for one another."

"I broke up with you because you kept putting yourself in unnecessary danger! Throwing yourself off buildings, on top of bombs or grenades, running through a barrage of gunfire. I couldn't deal with that."

"I see, but I haven't done any of that in months. Losing you made me realize that. So now I feel safe making a commitment."

"But why does it have to be with her?" she asked, now upset he didn't try to rekindle with her. "If you're no longer putting yourself in harms way... maybe we could try again."

Steve thought for a moment. He sighed. "I'd love to, but I can't just up and end things with Hannah."

Natasha blinked away tears and left. Steve sighed and rubbed his head.

Four months passed and Steve was still with Hannah. So because of this, he hadn't seen or spoken to Natasha since. One day, though, Steve went to surprise Hannah in her apartment when he opened her bedroom door...and found her sleeping with another man. He didn't yell, or s ream, or cry. When she sat up all he did was look at her and nod. He gathered up the stray things he left there and left. They were through.

Natasha was reading a copy of the days paper when Bruce entered.

"Afternoon, Bruce." she greeted.

"Natasha." he replied, making some coffee.

"Anything interesting happen today?" she asked.

"Spent some time with Steve. He's a bit upset. Hannah cheated on him."

Natasha looked up at the scientist, crumpling the sides of the paper in anger. "She what?"

"Cheated on him. He's not shattered or anything, but they're finished."

Natasha got up. "Excuse me." she said as she left.

Steve sat in his suite, looking aimlessly at the wall. In front of him was a picture of him and Natasha. It was a nice one, when they went sailing through the Indian Ocean. He sighed.

"She was no good for you." a voice said from the doorway. He turned to see Natasha there, arms folded.

"And I didn't listen, like the idiot I am." he muttered. She walked in and knelt down in front of him, taking his hands in hers.

"Hey, you're not an idiot. She is. And she best pray she never run into me."

He smiled a little. "I guess now I start again."

Natasha licked her lips. "Hopefully, you can start again with me?"

He looked into her eyes and smiled a little more. "If you'll have me. Me, the idiot."

She hugged him. "You're my idiot." and she kissed him. They announced their reunion the next day.