Romanrogers With a Twist

-Chapter Seven-

*Steve's POV*

"Steve . . . .  Steve! . . . . Steve!!"  A voice tells me.  I feel my body shaking slightly, but I am lost in my thoughts,  I lick my dry lips and then open my mouth to yawn.  Someone's still shaking me.  I open my eyes to find Bucky there.  He is staring at me with his bug eyes.

I attempt to get up, but I am weighted down by a body.  Who is sleeping on me?  I look over to see who it is.  Natasha.  I look around, then it hits me.  We were in the quinjet, going home, from rescuing and saving Natasha.  I think my aging is finally catching up to me.  

"Morning Steve."  Bucky smiles softly at me.  

"I really think you should go change Natasha's bandages. "  Bucky tells me.  I look over at Natasha.  Her neck is covered in several bloody bandages.  

"Yeah probably should."  I tell him, and keep my eyes down at Natasha.  I pick Natasha up and place her in my arms, trying to get a better grip on her.  

I walk over to where I last set the medical supplies.  I lay Natasha down on the floor of jet.  I carefully start to unwrap her used and dirty bandages that were on her neck.  I toss them into the garbage nearby.  I then wipe up the leftover blood, scattered over her neck.  I then find some clean ones and place those gently on her.  

"Finished!"  I tell Bucky before he gives me a thumbs up, right before he lands the quinjet.  

When we land, I stand up and grab Natasha, wrapping her closer and tightly in my strong arms.  The blanket drapes over her body and around my arms.  

Bucky grins.  "Did I do a good job driving and landing the jet?"  Bucky beams.

"I'd have to check!"  I laugh.  He grins.

I look over and glance from what I can see.  "Well Bucky from what I can see, the only that concerns me is when did you get so good at driving or parking?"  I ask before looking up at Bucky.  

A mischievous starts to appear on his face.  "Well umm . . . HYDRA kind of taught me.  I mean I was a world class asassin though"  Bucky smirks.  

My eyes widen and I almost want to smack that snarky grin off of Bucky.  I try not to laugh.  

When we get out, Tony immediately rushes to us.  I see Clint start to run up, right behind him.  I carefully cover up Natasha's neck.  

"Oh My God!  You actually brought back Nat!  I mean it's not like I thought you weren't!  I mean I am just so surprised that she is here.  With us. Right now."  Tony says with his mouth gaping wide open.  His hands are placed right on top of his head.  

Clint shoves Tony right out of the way.  "NAT!  OH MY GOD!  WHAT HAPPENED GUYS!?"  Clint says so shocked by the scene, we brought back to him.  

"Steve can tell you guys.  I was not the one, that saved her life!"   Bucky laughs.  He smiles, and I know he wants me to be reconogized, for all the credit I did.  I shove Bucky a little.  

Then we start to head towards the elevator.  Once we reach the living room, I sit down and find my spot on the couch.  Natasha is still swaddled in my arms tightly.  Clint joins me on the couch, leaning in closely to hear every detail I have to tell him.

I look over at Clint and tell him the story.  I try to keep it as simple as the one I told Bucky.  After I finish telling the story, Clint looks at me dreadful and fearful.  Tears stream down his cheeks.  I can tell he dreaded every detail I had to tell him.

"Hey it's okay!  We saved her life!  And look at her now!  Natasha is just fine.  Isn't she Clint?"  I exclaim at him.  I'm just trying to cheer him up.  Even when I am not fighting people or sacrificing myself, I still care deeply about others especially my friends.