"Good night Steve"
"Good night Nat"
Why? Out of all people, why him?
I know it makes no sense at all but the way he said good night to me few minutes ago, it was perfect.
It is definitely perfect.
The way he looks at me, the way he touches my hair and the way he hugs me— everything seems perfect and fit together like a puzzle piece.
I throw my pillow at the wall, thinking that it should be my head kissing the wall right now but no violence for this night I guess.
"Good night Steve"
"Good night Nat"
"Aaarggh! Seriously?" I shouted and covered my whole face with the remaining pillow I have here in bed.
I'm frustrated as hell, damn it.
I shouldn't think other things—malicious things and 'romance' things with Rogers. It's a miracle if it's possible and yet, I believe in miracles.
Why am I not thinking straight here?
I suddenly had the urge to throw the pillow I'm holding right now to the wall but it didn't go exactly what I planned because it went straight to my door.
Jeez! If Clint saw that, he'll brag again to me his amazing skills in shooting.
"Aaarggh that—"
"Can't sleep?"
I immediately stood up when I heard his voice— he's holding the pillow that I threw a while ago.
"Steve" I act normal in front of him, hoping he won't be asking questions why I'm shouting in the middle of the night.
Oh, it's already 2 A.M. My bad.
"You're having nightmares?" he asked to me, sincerely as ever, while walking towards my direction.
Actually, I'm having a daydream right now about you. Well, night dream about you.
"No no, I'm...actually good Steve" I answered him, making it kinda believable to him.
"That's why you were shouting so loud and throwing your pillows, is that it Nat?"
He smirked at me while showing the pillow he's still holding in his hand.
Fine. I give up.
"Okay, now you've caught me. I'll tell you the truth. I can't sleep, it's not new but my mind is playing games with me so" Half-truth.
I only skipped the part where he's the one I'm thinking and messing up with my brain and body system.
And on top of that, I'm not used in sleeping comfortably. The longest time I've slept was for only 3 hours and it never bothered me though. I'm always thinking complicated things.
"Good for you, you have a companion" Companion?
"Who?" I asked him when he finally sits down beside me. In my bed
"Who else? Of course ME" he put emphasis on the word 'me'. And with the snap of finger, he suddenly gets my blanket and that one pillow on the floor.
He stood up and walked out without a word. He's getting weird, isn't he?
I thought he'd accompany me? Then why--?
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Fanfiction"You're still a woman Romanoff" he said to me and I swear, I saw a smirk on his handsome face. I flashed a smirk on my face and crossed my arms before answering him. "Well, maybe not to you Rogers" And to my surprise, he leaned forward to me and wh...
