Your Love is My Drug

Return (Part 1)

A/N: *TAKES PLACE AFTER AOU* Not much BruceNat interactions here. But please be patient for the next chapter.

Agent Natasha Romanoff (aka Black Widow) was currently in the training room of the new S.H.I.E.L.D. facility in upstate New York. It was currently 2 am and the agent showed no sign of tiredness as she continued to jab at the punching bag in front of her. She hadn't slept well for the past weeks. All the frustration and thoughts in her head would keep her up, which eventuated her ending up in the gym in the late night.

It was currently three weeks after the troubling events with Ultron. So far it had been a quiet and peaceful three weeks for her, only being busy with training the new set of Avengers. So far, they were doing great, but still needed to be worked on as a team. Also, she was able to get to know Wanda Maximoff better. In the first week of training, she still seemed withdrawn from the loss of her brother. But Natasha happily started helping her get through it, starting a bond between the only ladies in the Avengers. Natasha happily smiled at thought, and decided to take a break.

She went and sat over at the bench and began to dab off the sweat on her face with a towel. She looked at the wall clock, as she took a swig of water from her water bottle, and saw it read 2:37 am. Usually she would be exhausted enough to go to sleep after her workout, but she still felt wide awake. Deciding to ease her nerves, she started making her way to the kitchen to look for a drink.

Once she entered the threshold and turned on the lights, she sensed something, or rather someone, behind her. Without giving the culprit time to react, she hastily turned around and swung her legs out to make the mysterious person fall and then putting her forearm against the person's throat. She saw the surprised eyes of Captain Steve Rogers.

"Sorry." She said to him as she stood and gave her hand out to help him up.

"It's alright. Probably shouldn't have snuck up on you like that." He replied, a corner of his lips turning upwards a little.

She noticed that he was still in sleepwear with the joggers and plain black T-shirt he was wearing.

"Want a drink?" She asked over her shoulder as she turned around to open the fridge.

"Sure."

She grabbed two beer bottles and threw him one, which he caught with ease, and closed the refrigerator door. She took a seat on the stool of the small bar counter, with the Captain following suit.

They opened their bottles and clanked them together giving a silent cheers and nod to each other. They lapsed into comfortable silence, sipping their beer occasionally. After a few minutes, Natasha was the first one to break it.

"So what are you doing up?" She asked him with faint curiosity as she turned to him.

"I should ask you the same thing." He replied as he brought his bottle to his lips and took a sip. "I just woke up to get a drink." He told her after a few moments.

She nodded. "Same here."

He looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Really? Because it sure looks like you just finished training."

She turned away from him and began sipping her drink and only shrugged in response.

"So I take it you haven't heard anything yet from him?" Steve asked as he set his drink down on the counter and focused his gaze on her even though she wasn't looking at him.

Natasha was a bit taken aback because Steve hadn't asked her about it ever since they've been working together. She assumed he was just minding his own business and was grateful for that. She found it odd he was asking about it only now. But lately in the past few days, he was acting really weird. Nearly a week ago, he was called by Fury for something important and she had been left to train the team by herself. She didn't mind of course, just wondering why she wasn't kept in the loop. She was even more confused when he came back five days later looking a bit tired but ecstatic about something. Whenever she asked what it was, he just replied with "Nothing." And when she asked what Fury wanted, he told her not to worry about it and walked away, leaving her a bit frustrated.