Fireworks
A Steve & Natasha One – Shot
I hadn't realized I'd actually screamed, whether in my sleep or when I awoke with a start from the fireworks going off outside my window. I'd been dreaming about something horrible, and the loud booms of the fireworks came at the worst moment. The first woke me, the second, must have made me scream, because before I knew it, Steve was in my room staring at me.
So, there I was, covered in sweat and tears, with Steve staring at me. I tried to say something, but all words escaped me and all I could do was let out a loud sob as another boom sent my body into full on shivers.
Then he was there, in my bed, in my arms, correction. I was in his arms. He was holding me like one would a fragile baby. And if I wasn't feeling like one at that precise moment, he'd have been in big trouble.
He enveloped me into his arms, as we laid back down onto my bed, all while he whispered reassuring words into my ear. Telling me, they were just fireworks, that I was safe, and that he too, big Captain America, did not like fireworks. He said they reminded him of the war, of his battles, of the people he'd lost, and the life he'd never get back.
I curled up in his arms and begged him not to leave with me, not with words, but with my eyes and my touch. He just smiled, and said he had no other place to be, and that he would keep watch over me all night, well into the mornings light.
That as long as I was in his arms, no harm would ever befall me. That I was safe and loved, and I never had to worry again.
I slept that night, and did not wake once. I knew he was there, I trusted that he would not leave me, until the last firework was shot off, and the Sun had peeked up over the trees. Until I was awake, until I was safe.
I don't like fireworks, but knowing that Steve would be there to hold me while I slept, made me able to withstand them every night for the rest of my life.
Because as Steve said, as long as I was in his arms, no harm would ever befall me.
I WAS SAFE!