The sun was in the middle of the sky,
shining brightly to wake plants and all the living things to grow higher and more alive.
- it was warm , but not too warm -
A little breeze moved through the trees..
Steve was sitting on the veranda, watching the kids play outside -their kids.
'Bucky Rogers do not let me tell you again that..' - his wife called out.
'Naat '- Steve stopped her gently.
'Am I.. am I too strict, sir?' - she asked in a serious-like(rather sarcastic) voice and her grimace was mischievous.
He gave her THE eyebrow lift , but then couldn't stop himself from grinning at her.
'C'm here ma'am' - he took her into his embrace with an arm, and they kissed like old married couples do, with familiar affection,
then they turned back to watch their children ...
It was a dream - his dream or hers who knows, maybe both -
but
it was that kind of a beautiful dream which is so good that after a time it feels too good,
after a time something feels off like all would be fake like a mirage which turns thirst into unbearable suffering,
because...their lives could never be this perfectly normal, right?
***
Before Steve died, before he closed his eyes the last time on that damn field, where the big battle was just about to finish..
he and Nat, who were kneeling beside him, saw a vision.
It was just faint and fleeting
but.. it was that dream, their dream!
Before he breathed his last breath, he got to know that it was not a total illusion of delirious minds, that they could have it all
-..if things would have been different-
and
in another world it was/is
truly theirs.
so, even if they did it with a bittersweet taste,
Steve and Natasha shared a warm smile
before he left.
and then ....
Natasha couldn't hold it in anymore
- she started sobbing loudly
even as around them
everything
went
silent...