On The Run) Romanogers

Part 5

Nat P.O.V.

It was a long walk, and I was so tired that I fell asleep in Steve's arms. It felt nice, warm, and safe, and for the first time in awhile my stupid emotions didn't feel so at warm with my logic. That was probably the blood loss, but either way, I liked him holding me. I wanted to take a long pause to process the things Steve had just admitted to me and my own emotions, but I didn't have time for that.

"Nat, come on, wake up for me," I felt Steve shaking me gently. I wasn't all that pleased about being woken up, but I knew I had to.

"We make it?" I hummed. It took my eyes a moment to adjust, and I realized that we were outside the hangar.

"Ya, what rock did you put it under," Bucky asked from my left, turning over all the rocks strewed around, clearly they had turned over several of them in search of the key.

"You idiots," I rolled my eyes, they were definitely idiots, but they were my idiots. "The rock that's shaped like a dick."

"We would have turned that one over if we saw one that looked like a dick," Sam laughed, "oh, you mean that one?" He walked over and grabbed a rock, turned it over, and then started laughing harder, "Natasha, have I told you I love you recently?"

Steve and I both gave a small chuckle, his whole body rumbling with the warm sound against mine, and I couldn't help but admit I liked the way it felt. Gosh, how much blood had I lost at this point?

Sam started to work the lock, "Nat, you got a first aid kit in here?"

"On the plane," the world was starting to fade in and out as I answered. The edges of my vision were turning black, and Steve's face was the last thing in focus at this point. He opened the door as we all filled in, Steve walked over to the plane and opened the door, sitting down on the edge with me still in his lap.

"You still with me, Nat?" He asked quietly in my ear.

"I'm good," I murmured, not being able to fight off the smile on my face.

"What are we going to do about jet fuel?" Sam was checking the plane and finding the tank to be empty.

"There's a piece of tubing over there," I pointed to a chest on the other wall.

"Nat, that's not going to run a plane," Bucky pulled it out and examined it, "how much blood have you lost?"

"Not that much," I argued.

"I beg to differ," Steve whispered in my ear, I could feel his lips against my skin and I was suddenly more awake.

"It's not going to run the plane, you're going to use it to siphon it from someone else's," I explained.

"Oh, so we're stealing," Sam jokingly accused me, which I just tried to laugh off.

"Get off your moral high horse," I tried to laugh. It hurt, everything was starting to hurt. Steve must have taken a note of that.

"Alright, where is that first aid kit you were talking about?" He asked, looking around.

"Right, ya," I tried to remember. "It's under the passenger seat." I only knew that because I tried to always put first aid kits in the same space, safety things.

He reached around under the chair and finally pulled out the small, white case. He opened it and started to rummage around, "Nat, most of this stuff is used, broken, or expired," Steve scolded.

I gave a half hearted and maybe a bit nervous laugh. "Shit, I think I did use that last time I was here."

Steve P.O.V.