Getting to Know You

When It's Over

            Natasha could hear the sound of muffled fast footsteps thumping along the halls. The footsteps stopped when it got to her door, and was continued with a series of impatient knocks.

She opened the door, found Wanda staring at her exuberantly. "Steve's back."

The redhead hid her excitement well. "Yeah? Tell him I said hi."

When Natasha moved to close the door, Wanda used her telekinesis to keep the door from shutting. "You're not going to see him? Talk to him?"

"Things are− complicated between us. I don't think he wants to talk to me."

Wanda frowned. "But do you want to talk to him?"

"Not really." She answered coldly.

Wanda simply gave her a disbelief look. "Well, see you around then."

Natasha shut the door and didn't come out the rest of that day. She focused herself on her paperwork, filling in mission reports. Convinced herself that she's too busy to step outside even for a brief moment. She acknowledges the actual reason though; she simply doesn't feel like she wants to see Steve. It's just going to be super awkward and weird as hell. Besides, she has enough food supply in her personal stash to stay alive here, at least for the next two days.

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She abruptly woke up from her sleep a few hours later when she heard knocks on the door.

"Go away." She wholeheartedly yelled out.

"It's Steve."

She lifted her head just to squint at the digital alarm on her nightstand. "Fuck. It's two in the morning, Steve."

"I can't sleep." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He knew this was a bad idea. She would probably never open it.

To his surprise, she did. Only wearing underpants and a baggy old t-shirt. She looked incredibly tired, so it didn't surprise him that she jumped right back onto bed right after he came in.

He crawled next to her, listening to the indistinct sound of her breathing to help him drift back to sleep.

It worked.

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She woke up first, and spent the next couple minutes watching him sleep before deciding that it's too creepy so she got up from bed and decided to wash her face and brush her teeth.

What happened between them? That last night, fourteen days ago, was the night they knew would be their last with the chemical inside their blood system− so they had sex like there's no tomorrow. In the morning they woke up, stared onto each other's eyes, and without a word she got dressed and left his room. That was it. The next day he set off with Sam on another quest to find Bucky. Natasha busied herself with smaller missions Fury gave her.

And Steve hasn't returned until yesterday. Things are weird and it's even weirder now that she knows they spent the night on one same bed again, only this time with clothes on.

When she returned from the bathroom, he shifted to his side and blinked a few times to adjust his eyes to the morning light. He curved up an innocent smile.

"How'd you sleep?" His voice was sleepy and raspy.

"Good. You?" She leaned on the door frame, unsure of what to do.

"Better." He then groaned, shifting again to lie flat, facing the ceiling and rubbing on the bridge of his nose. "I have the weekend off."

"So do I."