@dorito-steve
Upon first hearing the faint voice she believed it to be nothing more than a dream. However, once it spoke again she was certain it wasn't. She slipped her hand under the pillow tightly clutching the gun before sitting up. Now she was fully awake with the weapon aimed at the end of her bed. The voice, she knew it and it's owner quite fondly. "Steve?" Natasha called out with a firm grasp still upon the gun. She wasn't about to let her guard down. No, that would be completely stupid of her to do.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She hissed in a hushed whisper not wanting the rest of the tennants in the apartment complex to hear her. It had felt like ages since she had last seen him, while she was glad he was here it angered her slightly he would wake her up. Now she could make out his outline within the shadows. He looked rugged unlike his usual clean and cut look.