Steve's POV

Sweden was not at all what I expected. Natasha and I got out of the airport, cold air met my face. I was surprised. Natasha noticed my interest in the cold weather. She chuckled.

"We're in Europe. What did you expect? Tropical heat?" She smirked.

"I think I forgot a warmer coat." I said, putting my jacket tighter around my body.

"I think it's nice. Better than Russia I'll tell you that." She said.

We got into a cab. Well, you actually had to call for a taxi to come and get you. We got to the hotel we were staying at in central Stockholm.

"You were right about the no skyscrapers thing. It kinda looks like Germany a bit." I said, thinking back at the time I spent there.

"Great memories?" Natasha said. Her green eyes were pierced on mine. She knew my answer.

"Not really."

The car stopped outside a hotel and we grabbed our stuff.

"Välkomna! Vilket namn hade ni bokat in er på? (Welcome, what name is your room booked in?) " A girl with blonde hair, put in a ponytail, stood at the reception to check us in.

"Hej! Johansson." Natasha said very polite. She pronounced 'Johansson' in a weird way. I just stood beside her, smiling.

"Här har vi det! Rum 306. Ha en trevlig kväll. (Here we go! Room 306. Have a nice evening.") She said smiling.

"Tack så mycket. (Thank you.)" Natasha said while taking my hand. I was surprised by the move but remembered that we were fake married.

As we went into the elevator, she let go of my hand.

"I thought you said you didn't know Swedish?" I asked.

"I say a lot of things." She said.

"Well, they're nice people." I said smiling.

"You've met like one Swedish person?" She said looking at me.

"Well she was nice." I said.

"Yeah, want some of that Rogers?" She said smirking at me.

"Oh stop it." I said annoyed.

"I'll take the sofa." I said as fast as we came into our room.

"No please, take the bed."

"No really, I'm fine." I said.

"I don't sleep much anyway." She said.

"But.." I started.

"Just take the bed Rogers." She said annoyed. "I'm going to take a look around the hotel, try not to blow our cover." She said as she left the room.

I started to unpack some stuff and found Natasha's necklace in my bag. I totally forgot about that. I'll give it to here when she gets back.

We were staying at a pretty nice room. It was big, and even had a little balcony. I opened the doors and went out. You could almost see the entire city. It was already dark. I looked at a watch on a table inside.

"20.10? What the hell does that mean?" I said to myself confused.

"It's ten minutes past eight." Nat said as she entered the room. "Apparently there's dinner in the restaurant right now, I haven't eaten, care to join?"

"Yeah sure. Just going to change." I said.

"Me too."

Natasha grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom. She came out in a dress and high heels. She looked like she used to, stunning.

"You look very beautiful Mrs. Johansson." I said smiling.

"Thank you." She said, giving me a little smile.

Natasha's POV

"It's so weird hearing this language. It's so different." Steve said, impressed by the countries difference with the USA.

I chuckled.

"Well, you might not understand them but Sweden is like on the top list of the countries that know English really well. Even nine year olds understand what you're saying." I said smiling.

A waitress came to our table.

"Hej, jag är Emma och är er servitris ikväll. Vad vill ni beställa? (Hi, I'm Emma and I'm you waitress tonight. What can I get you?)" Said a woman with brown hair. Her eyes were fixed at Steve. I'm not surprised.

"Ge oss båda något typiskt svenskt. (Give us both something typical Swedish.)" I said, giving her a fake smile. She didn't notice it. She wasn't even looking at me. It was clear that Steve didn't get anything we said. He looked like a confused puppy, made him look even cuter of course.

The waitress laughed.

"Okej, något att dricka? (Okey, something to drink?)" She said smiling at Steve.

"Två glas med röd vin. (Two glasses of red wine.)" I said annoyed. The waitress nodded.

"Någonting mer? (Something else?)" She said, trying to get Steve to answer.

I rolled my eyes and Steve looked at me confused.

"Han kan inte svenska. (He doesn't know Swedish)" I said tired of the waitress attempt to flirt.

"Oh I'm sorry, I thought you knew Swedish." She said to Steve.

He laughed.

"No I have no idea what you talked about."

"No I got that." She said smiling. She touched his arm. "I'll get your food."

Steve, the little child that he was, had no clue she was flirting with him.

"You're right, they're really good at english." He said smiling.

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah and apparently flirting with woman's husbands." I said.

"What?" He said confused.

"Come one Peter. She even touched your arm." I said.

He realised I just named him Peter and by the look of his face, he hated it. But he played along.

"I'm sorry Emma I didn't know." He said smirking.

I raised my eyebrow, he knew what I was thinking. I mouthed 'Emma?'. I made a grumpy face, I didn't want to be named after that waitress. He mouthed 'Peter? Really?'. I smirked.

The waitress came back a while later with two plates of meatballs, potatoes, some brown sous and jam.

"Here you go..?" She waited for Steve to say his name.

"Peter." Steve said, smiling at me. "And this is my wife Emma."

I gave her a really fake smile and hoped she noticed which she did.

"Oh that's funny, we have the same name." She said, giving me a fake smile back.

"Yeah, it's hilarious." I said giving her a grumpy look. She put down the plates and told us she's be around if we needed everything.

"We're fine." Steve said as she walked away. "Well, I think we are. Meatballs?"

"Delicious." I said, while taking a zip of my wine.

We ate for a while before we got back to our room. It was late and we decided to go early in the morning. We wanted to finish the mission fast in case it would be any problems along the way.

Steve's POV

I woke up in the bed. It was really dark outside. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, it showed 02.45. With other words, almost 3 am. I went up to get some water and tried to be quiet to not wake Natasha. When I got out in the living room, she wasn't on the couch. I didn't even know if she had gotten to sleep to be honest. I forgot about my glass of water and looked around after her. The doors to the balcony was a little open and I sneaked over. She was sitting outside in a chair. She wore a long sleeved shirt and had a blanket around her legs and up to her stomach. Her red hair was hanging down her back, still curly and she held a glass of wine.

"Couldn't sleep Rogers?" She said.

"Thirsty." I said stepping out. I sat down at the chair next to her.

"How about you?" I asked, worried why she was drinking instead of sleeping.

"I told you. I don't sleep very much."

"Only on airplanes?" I said sarcastically.

She took a deep breath.

"No, only when I haven't slept in 18 hours or so." She said, like it was normal.

"Why don't you sleep?" I asked.

She chuckled.

"You ask a lot of questions." She said.

I didn't say anything. We sat there quite for a while, the cold air met my face.

"I have a lot of nightmares." She said. "It's easier to be awake."

I nodded.

"Yeah, I have the same one over and over again. I wake up in my dream to realise it's 70 years into the future. And everyone's gone, again. I'm still as scared every time." I said thinking back at that dream. Leaving out the part that I fell asleep looking into Natasha's bright green eyes.

"Yeah.." She said. "That can't be fun." She looked sad.

"I'm sorry for the other night." I said.

She shock her head.

"It's not your fault, I made the move." She said, giving me a little smile.

"But you were drunk." I said, regretting what we had done. I had no right. It was amazing, I can't deny that but I shouldn't have done it.

She laughed.

"I promise you Steve, you have never seen me drunk. It was my choice. I wanted to." She said smirking at me.

I turned away from her face to look out over the city. Even though I found her face more beautiful than the view over the town. The town was beautiful, don't get me wrong, but her face could outshine any city.

"We could forget about it if you want." I said.

"And how am I supposed to do that? It's not something that's easy to forget." She said, smirking. She raised her eyebrow when she saw me blushing.

"Neither are you." I said looking at her She smiled. "You can take the bed if you want to get some sleep tonight. I think I'll rather stay up." I said.

"No, I think I'll just.."

"It's fine. I'll wake you if you have a nightmare. I don't mind." I said, giving her a little smile.

She looked me into the eyes with a serious look. But if faded into a thankful one. It was as if she hadn't been more thankful.

"Thank you." She whispered and got up. Her long sleeved shirt covered her bare legs down to her thighs. She looked adorable. She got inside and I sat there, enjoying her presence in the next room.