Fears of the Widow

The Other Man

The HeliCarrier was exceptionally bumpy today. All of the SHIELD agents barely held their wits as the construction crews continued to deal with the damage control Loki had caused two months ago. Among them was Stark who was more into the pointless comments he so enjoyed rather than assemble the Flying Fortress.
Steve watched the construction from a side window where he was rooming before his next mission.
In his large grasp was a frame of Peggy and this phone type of gizmo used to contact other people. It wasn't a walky talky as Steve had insisted, but instead Stark called them JARVIS minis. Weird... They were like those smart phone things but with this alert button that Assembled the Avengers!
Steve still wasn't used to the Avengers idea. He took it whole heartedly next to keeping America safe, but the Avengers destroyed cities in the name of justice and prolonged fear as safety so it seemed.
Stark was his least favorite by the way the hothead 'knew it all'. Next to him was Thor.
Why does someone dislike a god? Because the god is obnoxious and happens to try to beat everyone else down because he believes he is so much better!
Then there was Clint... Clint Barton was an untold mystery. He cared for Natasha like no one else, but he was as hotheaded as Stark at times and jealous at that.
Steve didn't mind Bruce too much. He was a good man who had simply tried to be another Steve. It hadn't worked in Bruce's interest, but the man was smart and kind when he wasn't green and twenty times bigger.
Captain America was his second favorite Avenger. Funny right? Well he tried to do the better good and not unleash beasts or play jealous cards or beat down others. However, his favorite avenger was the most dangerous of the lot.
Natasha Romanoff happened to be the one agent that Steve always requested on his missions. She was badass, smart, fast, small enough to fit through the undesirable spaces, independent, testy, and beyond nice to look at. He loved the fact that she would head into a war without any worries and without any over confidence either. She seemed to act like a know-it-all, sure, and she took risks, but she knew what she was doing. Even when Natasha didn't know what she was doing she was flawless in everything.
He found it overly ridiculous- the Avengers group- at times. A group of hothead, smart ass, know it all, trouble makers was their underlying title of sorts, and in fact, they rarely got along when in a room together for more than twenty minutes.
It want until he saw a flash of red curls outside of his door that Steve even thought to leave his room.
"Clint, I swear it's not that bad!" Steve could hear Natasha complaining to the bird. He was naturally intrigued to see what they argued about now.
Clint was leaning barely over her with his right arm holding him against the wall of the hallway, "damn it, Nat, you're gonna bleed out one day!"
Bleed out? Steve opened his door, barely aware that he was in shorts and nothing more. The minute the cold air hit his chest he was incredibly embarrassed. His right hand reached for the T-shirt next to the door, and he slid it on but not without Natasha noticing.
"What happened to you?" Steve asked when he noticed a makeshift blood clot on Natasha's right arm. He eyed her more carefully for other wounds but saw nothing except her eyes. There was something there that he couldn't read possibly anger or worry, but only anger made sense. Still, when Tasha was angry she would just impale the idiot who made her that way.
Clint's mouth barely twitched as the super soldier made his way to their private gathering out in the... Public hallway of the HeliCarrier.
"Just a cut. It's not that bad," Natasha insisted before turning to Clint with a low, raspy voice, "and I'm not going to the infirmary for it."
Clint turned back to his best friend with a bit of pleading in his eyes, "Nat, please just go get it properly bandaged!" For which Natasha countered with, "No! I can do that myself!"
"I think that the Hawk is right, for once," Steve butted in, "it can't be a little cut for there to be that much blood." Now the Hawk glared at Steve yet again.
Natasha gave out a forceful noise that was unrecognizable to both men, "I will go bandage it myself if it will make you to pansies calm yourselves."
Clint made an equally irritated growl before stamping up the hall to another of the private rooms and opening the door, "I'll do it for you."
"A doctor would still be better..." Steve insisted, but both had stormed into Clint's room without further notice of his advice.
Maybe he should mention something to Bruce about Nat's wound and have him coax her into letting someone check it out. The captain made his way from the private dorms and to the lab looking for his green friend.