Madrid, Spain

1 Year Later

Steve looked across the table at his wife. She looked absolutely breathtaking in the red evening gown she had chosen for the evening. He still couldn't believe his luck. He figured he had probably married the most gorgeous woman on the planet. "Not bad for a scrawny kid from Brooklyn," he muttered under his breath.

"What, Steve? I couldn't hear you over the music. Why are you staring at me? Is there lipstick on my tooth?" Natasha asked, grabbing the small compact from her bag to check herself.

"No, nothing like that. I was just thinking. I must be the luckiest man on the planet. I love you, Nat."

"I love you, too, Steve."

"Dance with me," Steve requested.

"Now?" Natasha asked, "The Paso Doble? Think you're ready for that soldier?"

"I think I can manage. I have an excellent teacher," Steve replied, taking a single rose from the vase on the table and putting it behind her ear.

They took charge of the dance floor. Steve loved the way Natasha danced. She threw all of her passion into the music, commanding attention from everyone around, but she only had eyes for him. The song wasn't even halfway finished when they heard Sam's voice on the coms. "Seriously guys, we're on a mission. You aren't exactly flying under the radar here."

"It's our anniversary, Sam. I'm dancing with my wife. We'll get the info after we finish our song."

Natasha laughed. "Exactly when did Sam have to start keeping us in line?"

Steve just smirked, but Sam answered for him. "Who are you kidding, Widow, I've always had to keep you two out of trouble?"

The dance ended and Steve took Natasha's hand and led her off the dance floor. "Bogie at three o'clock," she whispered. "Do you see him?"

Steve nodded. "Alba's headed towards the men's room. Guess I'm up."

"Meet you in five," Natasha replied, giving him a peck on the cheek.

Steve followed the suspect into the men's room. Manuel Alba looked nervous. He was putting cool water on his face when Steve arrived. Steve looked under the stall doors to ensure no one was there then locked the door.

"Captain America, it is you," Manuel said as he dried his face. "I thought it was my imagination."

"I guess the beard didn't make me as unrecognizable as I thought," Steve said firmly. "If you know who I am, you know why I'm here."

"Too late, Captain. The shipment has already gone out, and I doubt a fugitive like yourself will be able to arrest me," Manuel laughed.

Steve noticed the sweat was beginning to form on Manuel's forehead again. He knew more than he was letting on. Steve was about to make his move when Manuel pulled a gun from his side. Steve smiled. "I don't think you want to do that."

"Oh, but I do, Captain," Manuel snarled.

At that exact moment, Natasha came through the men's room window, shooting Manuel with her widow's bite. "No, you really shouldn't have done that," Natasha said, shaking her head.

Ten minutes later, Manuel Alba was handcuffed on the quinjet, spilling everything he knew. Twenty minutes later, Steve was alone in the cockpit with his wife. "It's still early. We might get our anniversary date after all. Sam can handle the details."

"Hmm," Natasha grinned, "you're on, soldier."

Steve was leaning in to kiss his bride when his phone rang. He pulled the old flip phone he never went anywhere without from his pocket and just looked at it.

"Is it him?" Natasha asked. "Answer it."

"Steve?" the voice on the other end spoke before he could even say hello. "We're in big trouble."

"Bruce, is that you?" Steve looked at Natasha. She had an eyebrow raised and was watching closely. "Where's Tony? What's going on?"

A few minutes later, Steve was explaining the situation to Sam and Natasha. "We've got to get to Wanda and Vision then get back to the compound now," Natasha sighed.

"What do you want to do about Alba?" Sam asked.

"He's small potatoes and he's given us the information we needed. We'll let him walk. It looks like we have much bigger problems." Steve looked at Natasha. "Guess our date will have to wait. Looks like we really are getting the band back together."

Natasha nodded, "Well, most of it anyway."

"Well, guess we better go get Wanda and Vision and meet Banner. This isn't going to be awkward at all. It's not like Banner gets angry and turns into a big green monster or anything. Nah, it'll be perfectly fine for Mr. and Mrs. Rogers to walk through the front door."

Natasha rolled her eyes at Sam. "Let's go."

I am ending this here folks. The events of Infinity War play out next, and we've all seen the movie. I hope you enjoyed this little story of mine. I checked my bank account again and I still don't own Marvel or the rights to these characters, but it was fun to plau with them for a bit.