Natasha stared at the clock anxiously. It was just past two in the morning and she still couldn't sleep. She was definitely used to sleepless nights, it was a part of her job description. But she wasn't used to these kinds of sleepless nights.
3 days he'd said.
It had been a week and he still wasn't back from Europe.
Simple intel gathering he'd said.
Then why wasn't he reporting in to SHIELD? Natasha was never worried about him on missions. She was confident in his abilities the same way he was in hers. She had a mission of her own to think about. But when she came back to discover he was 2 days past the deadline and hadn't reported in. Then she got worried.
She sat on their couch and listened to the whistling wind outside the apartment. Natasha sighed, frowning. "Come on, Romanoff you're being ridiculous."
She was a skilled assassin. An Avenger. And here she was late at night waiting for her boyfriend.
Natasha double checked her messages, then triple checked. Nothing. Fury had refused to give her any more information after she asked him about Steve's status 6 times one morning.
She decided to make herself a cup of tea to calm her nerves. She moved into the kitchen, grabbing Steve's hoodie off the edge of the table as she walked. Natasha put it on as she turned on the kettle. She glared at the steam rising from its spout.
The Council forbade Fury from sending out a search party or back up because it seemed 'unnecessary'.
Unnecessary my ass." Natasha frowned, pouring the water into her teacup. She sat down on the couch, softly blowing into the hot tea before taking a sip.
A low rumble caught her attention. At first she thought it must've been the neighbor's television until she realized it was coming from the window. The sound softened before revving loudly and she recognized it.
Natasha stood up, walking towards the window quickly. The engine grew louder as a black motorcycle made it's way down the street. She smiled, watching as the motorcyclist pulled over outside the building. He looked up at her in the window and grinned.
Natasha slide the window open, letting the cold air rush into the living room. "And what sort of time do you call this?"
"Sorry I'm a little late." Steve called up.
"A little?" Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Get up here, Soldier."
"Yes Ma'am." Steve smirked as he disappeared into the building.