-Natasha's POV-
I suddenly jerk awake. I gather myself, and realize i'm tightly secured in Steve's arms. What the hell. Then last night slowly creeps up on me. I remember crying to exhaustion. I remember Steve conforting me. I shake the memories. I get up from the bed carefully, trying not to wake Steve. The alarm clock on my nightstand says '6:33'. I grab a pair of shorts and a tank top and put them on in the bathroom. While putting my hair up in a ponytail, I see my reflection in the mirror. Bright puffy red eyes glare back at me. Pathetic. Striding over to the door I glance once more at Steve. Why would he help me? What would make a guy like him, help someone like me? Quickly, I find the door knob in my hand and step out of my room. Lightly letting the door close behind me. I guide myself towards the training room. Walking with my shoulders taut and my eyes foward. Proudly. Just as I was taught. The elevator opens just as I go to hit the up arrow. I find Clint stepping out before me.
"Hey Nat," Clint starts. Keeping his arm between the elevator doors, to hold them open.
"Hey," I reply with such normalcy no one could of guessed the night I had. No one except Clint. Our eyes lock for a moment. I know this was just long enough for Clint to see through my walls. The ones I built so high around myself. Locking everyone out.
"Where ya headed?" He questions
"Training room," I reply softly.
"Ok have fun. Let's talk later," He says. I nod. Clint knows how to read me. He knows when there is a right and wrong time. I'm thankful he read the situation correctly. I step into the elevator and hit the button of the floor the training room is on. I stand in scilence. I gently run my fingers over my wrist. I feel new scarring. I quickly stop and look up as the elevator arrives at the floor.
-Steve's POV-
I wake up alone. My chest still warm from Natasha's head. I grab the pocketwatch from my pocket. It reads '8:25'. I stand up fast and I run one of my hands through my hair, straightening it. I walk out the door and down the hall to my room. I change into similar clothing I had on. I scratch the idea of going to training room and head to the kitchen. I take the stairs out of habit. I climb three flights. Pepper and the new girl, Wanda, are in the kitchen. On the couch in the living room I see Tony and Bruce, the nerd twins talking. I grab a glass from the cabinet, I step over to the sink and let the faucet fill up my cup. I turn and see Natasha walk into the kitchen. She also grabs a cup of water. She is standing next to me. I see sweat dancing across her forehead, and fresh blisters forming on her knuckles. She must of been training.
"Hey Natasha," I try. She wearily glances up at me. Then she sets her glass in the sink and walks out of the room. What did I do? Is she mad at me? Oh no.
Later, I find myself talking with Wanda. It's nice to meet someone new. She was shy at first but she soon got comfortable with me. I cracked a few jokes. Known to the team as my 'dinosaur jokes'. I guess humor has changed over seventy years, as i'm quickly discovering. Everyone even Natasha is always making fun of me. Wanda and I chat for a few more minutes. She tells me about her brother. And how she misses him. I'm pleased that she was comfortable with confiding in me. Soon, I nod that I have to go get ready for the day. She agrees and we both go our seprate ways. I head back to my room.
Desending down the stairs, I begin to wonder what to do about Natasha. I fight with myself. Should I go knock on her door? Shoud I give her space? I worry that somehow I messed everthing up. Messed everything up with one of the only people I trust. One of the people that had become one of my bestfriends. I open the door to my room. I head straight to my bathroom and turn on the shower. I soon hop in. The warm water feels amazing on my back. I shiver as I step out of the shower. I put on jeans and a t-shirt. I grab my sketchbook and fall on to my couch.
-Natasha's POV-
I feel Steve's eyes follow me as I quickly remove myself from the kitchen. I desperately need to talk to him. To thank him. Or I need to- my thoughts hesitate. This confuses me. No one. No one. Has ever helped me like that before. Its strange to feel how I feel. I can't quite put words to it. I scramble to my room. I head towards my bathroom and hop in the shower.
After, I comb out my mess of red hair. I change into jeans a tank top. Over it I put on a dark green knit sweeter. I love the feeling of the material. Then, I consider going over to Steve's to talk to him. Instead I fall on to my bed. Next to me blood stains the pillow case. I decide to change the pillow case along with the sheets. Removing last night from my room. I feel relief sweep my body, like a tide leaving the beach. I walk over to my window, it's the kind of view that takes your breath away. I always find myself struggling to tear my eyes away from the sight. The bustling city relaxes me. I don't know how long passes by, but I escape from the trance when JARVIS comes over the intercom in my room.
"Will Agents, Romanoff, Barton, and Rogers please report to Director Fury's office immediately," He says. My stomach twists with the mention of his name. There must be a mission. Must be challenging usually Barton and I can handle missions on our own. I head out the door to his office.
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