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Natasha Romanoff's and Steve Rogers' love story through the eyes of their teammates.
[ I ]
Sam Wilson knew that Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were best friends. Everyone did actually. Those who denied it because they thought Steve and Natasha were too different to get along were blind, entirely oblivious to the way they looked at one another, the small touches they shared, and the way they always had one another's back. This time was no exception as they and Sam were completing a mission in the frigid mountains of Canada.
Steve had covered Natasha's six while she was hacking into the antecedent Hydra base, and a bullet had pierced his shoulder as he had been shielding her from the terrorists' onslaught. He was a super-solider, one of the most selfless and strongest men that Sam had ever known, but strength could only go so far as Steve had continued to fight in knee deep snow with a bullet in his shoulder. They had won, yes, bringing down the base in a furry of searing flames, but at what cost? They still hadn't received instructions about extraction, and it was evident Steve's injury was beginning to take a toll on him. He lay on a thick blanket underneath the tent Sam had propped up, pale the snow around them while Natasha cleaned his wound with trembling hands and glassy eyes. Sam had yet to figured out if it was from the cold or the fact that Steve had gotten hurt protecting her.
"Why can't Hydra build a base in the Caribbean or something? I'm sick of this cold!" He said as a bitter chill went up his spine, and he tugged his coat around him. He felt useless as Natasha focused on Steve but every time he tried to help, she pushed him away and ordered him to carry out some mundane task.
"The only damn thing we don't have is a space heater and tweezers to get this bullet out. The wound is already starting to close." Natasha said in frustration as she guided Steve to a sitting position. She then tugged her own thermal blanket off her shoulders and tucked it around him, even as he shook his head in protest.
"Even if we had a heater, we have no where to plug it in." Steve quipped, making Sam chuckle while Natasha simply glowered at him. Even with a bullet lodged in his shoulder blade, the stubborn man still had an impish remark.
Sam settled in the tent across from Steve, pulling his blanket around himself as he watched Natasha dig through the little supplies they were given. It was supposed to be a simple mission, but the word 'simple' and the Avengers never alloyed. There was always one more terrorist to take down, one more civilian to save, or one more fucking alien that spit fire at them. Sometimes, he missed his old life - a simple one consisting of morning runs and long nights at the VA. However, he had swiftly adapted to life as an Avenger, and he loved being back out in the field again, especially with such great teammates. Sometimes though, when it was just he, Steve, and Natasha, he felt like the odd man out. Those were the times he was wholeheartedly convinced his friends were actually more than best friends.
