Okay, let's try this again! :) Last year I challenged myself to write a One-Shot everyday for a month (like Inktober), but I didn't complete it. This year I'm trying again, but I plan on only doing Romanogers-stories. I know right away some days my hand will slip and I'll do something else, but I try to avoid that as much as possible.

Warnung: The One-shots will not be beta-read and not super high quality. Most will be short too.

October 1st: Disguise

Post Civil War, pre Infinity War

Steve quickly stole another glance at the wristwatch. It was just a cheap one from some Wallmart, but he was so used to having one that he had to buy one on the run, one that isn't tracable. Impacently Steve paced up and down the 3rd floor of their small motel in London, England. They had checked in a few hours ago and almost everyone had settled in their rooms already.

It had been a hard week. Steve had received a tip on Nat's location from T'Challa.

Not long after Steve had broken the others out of prison Natasha was suspected to be dangerous to the Accords as well - since she had helped them escape in Frankfurt.

Nat was smart, however, and fled the US before they even trief to arrest her. The news of the Black Widow (another dangerous individual) being out there now as well quickly spread. Every news outlet, even international ones, were on the story immediately and Steve first heard it in Paris. His French was pretty good since he had eventually picked it up during the war so he contacted Wakanda right away. He wouldn't let Natasha alone with her troubles, he owed her since the airport-situation.

A few days later Shuri had found her. Natasha was a master at hiding, but not even she could beat Wakandan tech. The team had picked her up in the Netherlands the day after and everything went smooth for another day, but then some Interpol-agents were on them. They had taken off from where they were staying immediately and left the jet in a rural area somewhere on the way between Brighton and London.

One more look down on his wrist; Steve ran a hand through his hair. Only about 5 minutes had passed, but every minute one of his friends was missing was one too many. She only wanted to pick up a few groceries and essentials. What if the agents had followed them anyway?

Steve sighed and started walking again, this time toward the elevator. He was about to press the button and go look in the neighborhood when the doors opened with a screetching sound. Nat still looked the same as when she had left the building- her red hair tied up in a messy low bun which was only showing a little under the baseball-cap. She had bags under her eyes and was wearing a mix of all her team-members clothing. Steve was pretty sure the hat was borrowed from Sam and the Pullover was his. The skinny jeans were Wanda's since Nat didn't like buying ripped Jeans herself. The sneakers were her own.

Nat started smiling a small smile when she was standing face to face with Steve: „Why are you not in bed?"

Steve's tense features softened as he saw she was back unharmed: „I can't sleep if I can't be sure you're okay."

Nat rolled her eyes: „Don't be so dramatic, Rogers..."

Steve grinned: „Don't act as if you are better."

Nat started grinning now as well: „Uhh... grown a beard and instant sass."

Before Steve could talk back to her she raised her paper-bag up a bit and started speaking again: „Hey... talking about that, would you mind helping me unpack."

A little bit confused about her request Steve nodded his head yes anyway: „Okay... if you want me to."

Nat didn't say anything and darted towards her room instantly. Steve followed her there as she let him in and sat the bag down on the bed. She threw a few sandwiches, water, fruit and soap on the bedside-table before pulling a small box out of the bag. It was hairdye - bleach blonde. Steve closed the door behind him and his eyes fell on the packaging in her hands. He hesitated before he said: „You sure about that?"

Nat looked up at him: „100 %... you guys all look different too. Okay, maybe Sam doesn't, but you do and Wanda bleaches her hair as well. Mine is just too eye-catching."

Nodding again Steve said: „Yeah... you are right after all. They can't find us again so quickly."

Nat pulled the lid open and unpacked. She skimmed the instructions before handing Steve the bottle of dye: „Make sure it is applied evenly."

Steve took it from her hesitantly: „Me? Are you sure I am qualified to... I mean... wouldn't you prefer Wanda doing it tomorrow?"

Nat grinned pulled a glove out of the packaging which she handed over as well: „No, stupid. It is light dye, which you let set overnight. I'll wash it out when I wake up tomorrow. You do it."

Steve sighed and put the glove on with a bit of a struggle. His hands were clearly too big for a glove that came with women's hairdye.

He watched Nat sit down on the bed and removing the hat and hairtie.

She was looking up at him expectantly. Pulling open the medium sized bottle he sat down behind her crosslegged.

Nat waited for him to start and said in a low voice: „Come on, Cap... it's like shampoo. Just don't massage it in there all that much."

Steve poured some of the dye on the glove: „Well... they didn't teach us that in the army."

Nat grinned as Steve started putting the substance on her head. It was nice. She felt a soft pull every now and then followed by a muffled apology from her stylist in training.

When Steve was done she quickly put plastic over her whole hair: „Impressive... you should consider a change of career."

Steve rose from the bed and smirked: „You told me all along I was in the wrong business. Looks like you have an instinct when it comes to that."

Nat chuckled when she thought back to that time in their lives. It felt like it had been a long time ago when it had only been a few years. They had gone through so much stuff together since the fall of the helicarriers. Somehow she was glad she had stopped working under the Sokovia Accords. It had led her back to the core of the team she trained with Steve for the past two years. And of course to Steve.

„Looks horrible... hopefully I didn't mess it up too badly." Steve's voice interrupted her train of thought.

Nat looked up and responded: „Nah... that will look good tomorrow. Go to sleep now, old man. It's way past you bedtime."

Steve grinned: „Hey... show some respect for your seniors. I'll see the outcome tomorrow."

He looked at Nat one last time before leaving the room. It felt good to have her back.