The Golden Couple|| Romanogers

The Flight

Note from Author: I had to split this part, so the next chapter will also be connected to this. Happy reading!

HONG KONG was not the first place Natasha thought of, but it was okay. Nobody would search for them there. On the plane, which was very empty as Steve booked the 12am flight, Natasha did not dare sleep. Steve noticed this and tapped her shoulder, getting her attention.

"Nat, you need to sleep. It's a twenty hour flight. You can't go without sleep," Steve nudged her. "Especially if we meet a few of our 'buddies' in Hong Kong."

Natasha shook her head and replied, "Don't worry about me, it's a spy instinct. I'm worried they're somewhere around here. I mean, I just don't want anything funny to happen. What if they shoot our plane?"

Steve chuckled softly and reassured her, "Nat, you don't need to worry. Even if they do find us, we'll be fine together. We've escaped them before, and we can do it again."

Giving Steve a side smile, Natasha felt comforted and nodded, making it acknowledged that she understood. She let go of her stiff front and leaned into the seat. It was not that comfortable, as they did not want to get first class to save money, but she had drained out all her energy, and she needed to sleep. Her eyes closed.

After a while, Steve got sleepy too. Before going to sleep, he saw Natasha's peaceful face. She had not slept in such a long time. Her eyelashes were still, as were all her other facial features. Steve had no idea why he felt like stroking her luscious red hair and kissing her forehead. Was he...into her? No way! He loved Peggy, right? He nodded and tried to sleep on it.

They both woke up approximately eight hours later. It was a lot of sleep to them, as they were avengers, and could not sleep that much.

Steve complained jokingly, "You know, I'm starting to wish we had splurged for first class. My back is aching so much."

Natasha scoffed and remembered something. She rummaged her black bag and found it. She passed it to Steve. Furrowing his eyebrows, Steve took the object.

"What's this?" Steve asked, confused.

"Oh, it's a portable back massager," Natasha responded, remembering that Steve had never seen one of those. "I figured, if you were aching, I could give this to you to relieve the pain."

"Back in the day, they just massaged people by hand," Steve replied. "Or we just didn't get massages at all."

Natasha laughed, took the portable massager back and said, "Well, uh, if you'd prefer I massage you by hand, then that's be fine too."

Steve could not help but give her a shocked expression. Usually, anybody that massaged him was a man or his mother. Natasha raised her eyebrows.

"If you feel uncomfortable, of course I wouldn't do it," replied Natasha.

"No!" Steve blurted out. He felt his mouth travelling faster than his brain. Why did he not want to reject her offer? So many confusing feelings!

Natasha shrugged. Steve turned so that his back faced her, then Natasha took off his thick jacket, then started massaging him, trying not to make him uncomfortable. With every squeeze on his shoulder, Steve felt his heart pound uncontrollably. Even though she was only touching his shoulder, they both felt electricity flow through themselves. After a while, Steve's uncomfortableness overcame his wish to stay in close contact with Natasha.

"Thanks, Natasha, I feel a lot better now," Steve said as he moved away from Natasha. She smiled and moved back, taking out her black earphones.

"I know what that is!" Steve bursted with excitement. Natasha howled with laughter and patted him on the back.

"Want to use it with me?" Natasha asked. Steve nodded and they listened to songs together. Though Steve had a older taste of music, they still enjoyed listening to music together.

The next couple of hours passed like flash. Soon enough, the plane landed.