It's love

Part 4

Natasha's POV

I woke up, finding myself in a bed. Slightly panicking I stood up way to fast. I had a very annoying headache. Steve came into the room as I sat down on the bed again. I looked at him and smiled a little.
"Are you okey?" I asked.
"Yes, are you?"
"I'm fine." She said.
"You see, I don't believe you." He said, taking a place beside me on the bed.
I looked into his eyes, he looked into mine. His blue eyes, I could look into them all day. He was so handsome.
I broke the eye contact and looked down at his arm, remembering that he got shot. He had taken of the pressure and probably been sewing it together while I was asleep. I swiped my fingers gently around the wound.
"Where are we?" I said, realising that I had no idea.
"Friends house. It's safe." He said.
"There's the bathroom if you want to take a shower or anything, I'm going downstairs, I'll get you something to eat." He continued.
"I can take care of myself you know." I said firmly. Glancing over at him.
"Oh, I know he said. I just like taking care of you." I looked up and put my head closer to his, our lips almost touching.
"I'm taking a shower." I said with a smirk, walking quietly into the bathroom.

Steve's POV

I looked after Nat as she went to the bathroom. She's a hell of a woman he thought to himself. I went downstairs trying to find something to eat.
20 minutes later, Natasha came downstairs dressed in blue jeans and a tight hoodie. Her hair was still a little wet after her shower.
"I'm sorry, I could only find those clothes, my friend and his wife has most of their stuff in the city." I said.
"Who is this friend of yours?" She asked curiously.
"His names David, he uses this place at the summers sometimes. It's mostly empty. He doesn't really enjoy being here, he's more of a city guy." I said, chuckling at the fake memory. I didn't want to worry her.
"Why would Fury want us dead?" Natasha's voice was loud and clear. Almost angry.
"I don't know." I answered honestly. "We will just have to find out."

Natasha's POV

I couldn't believe Nick would do this. I really trusted him and he wanted me and Steve Rogers dead? Why? I felt a tear rolling down my chin. Steve noticed and came towards me. He wiped away my tear with his fingers, just like he had done with my blood. I looked at him, his blonde hair was shining as the sun hit it. His eyes were calming and beautiful. He stood straight and very close to me.
"You look very beautiful." I said, looking him into the eyes. He blushed. I laughed, "Are you going to take me to a pizza place or something cause I'm not going to eat that jar with beans I see you put out." I said with a smirk.
"Yes." He laughed. "I wouldn't eat that either."

I have to go to sleep now, I'm up way past bedtime just to write this story. Haha I hope you guys are okay, take care! :)