Steve hardly slept last night, every time he closed his eyes he heard her screams, they were like nothing he could have ever imagined. It was all cemented in his mind, he didn't know if it would ever leave.
Instead, he decided to draw just to try and clear his mind. He pulled back the curtains to look out the window and was utterly disappointed with the large about of clouds covering the sky. He sighed and started sketching nothing in particular.
His mind began to drift and he couldn't focus on the drawing anymore. He sighed and laid his head against the window. He could very well escape now. But he couldn't leave her, she was in just the same amount of danger as he was. If not worse.
"Well well well, look who is awake," Steve's head turned over to the door that he didn't notice had opened. "I didn't know you were an early riser lover boy, not even six yet."
Steve didn't respond, instead, his eyes wondered her body looking for any indication of injury, and that's when he spotted it. While the rest of her body was covered by her silk robe, her head was completely exposed. On her head near her temples were two light red bruises, almost completely concealed but still visible to a keen eye.
"What happened to your head?" he asked, he knew he probably wouldn't get an answer but he wanted to see her reaction. Steve watched as her hand almost went up to touch her wound but quickly went down, plus a look of confusion not knowing what he was talking about. Somehow, they erased her memory.
"Want to join me for breakfast?" She asked walking over to him, she completely diverted his question, almost as if he never asked it. Steve was facing her sitting down on the bae window as Natasha came and sat down beside him, but facing him. "Heard the chief is making something delightful."
"I am starting to doubt you actually have a chief," he said, knowing full well that the chief was brought by her father and they were the only two in the house. "You cook?"
"Why do you like a woman who cooks?" she teased. "You want a wife who can cook?"
"She can do whatever she wants in life, all I would ask if for her to love me," he responded as she leaned closer to her.
"How romantic lover boy," She smiled and Steve caught a smell of vanilla and strawberries from her. "Will you join me for breakfast?" she asked kindly. Steve knew it was all a tactic, but somewhere deep in her eyes she wanted him to say yes, so he nodded.
As they went into the kitchen she had laid out two meals, of toast and eggs. She laid it out on a nice plate, Steve knew that her father was probably limiting her supplies.
"Full access," She said and Steve raised an eyebrow confused by her words, she gave him a teasing smile in return. "You have exactly five minutes to ask me any question you will like and I will answer them truthfully."
"How can I believe you will actually tell me the full and honest truth?" He let before his mind had a chance to think. Natasha could only smile.
"Better getting an answer then nothing at all," She said, and Steve knew she was right, as long as she said something he could determine if it was a lie or not. "You ten minutes has already started by the way so think quickly lover,"
"Where were you born?" He asked. Steve wanted to use this time to get to know her, which clearly shocked the girl because she probably figured he would be asking questions about his kidnapping.
"Russia," she answered. Steve figured he would probably get the most minimal answer she could muster. "Born and raised"
"Do you have any siblings?" He asked.
