As she had expected, Steve Rogers (or Captain America, whatever you wanna call him) was in the basement of the Avengers mansion beating the crap out of a leather punch bag hanging from the low plaster ceiling. With each punch, dust flew around, floating in the rays of sun that snuck through the slim lines of the metal grates on the wall. Not wanting to interrupt, she leaned in the glass doorway; arms folded across her large black jumper. Once he'd quite literally beaten the life out of the bag and sent it flying across the gym, she felt now was the right time to let him know she was here. She did so by clearing her throat and straightening up.
"Oh, hey…" he jumped, turning around to face the door, his pale blonde hair stuck to his damp forehead with sweat "ah, Natasha" he finished with a smile, dragging his arm across his head.
"Hiya Steve" she nodded "can we talk?" looking up at him, she patted the small wooden bench leaning against the red brick wall closest to the punch bags.
He nodded a yes and sat beside her, wiping his face with a towel "how can I help?"
Natasha looked down at her small hands in her lap, she was exhausted, the kind of exhausted where she could sleep for days and days but still be tired. "Well…" she started, sighing and swallowing hard "I can trust you, you're not like the others… you wouldn't do anything without asking, so I'm going to tell you something serious"
Frowning, he patted her arm and smiled warmly "I'm glad you trust me, so, what is it?" His smile made his eyes shine and look you and innocent, making Natasha smile back weakly.
"Well…" she started, swallowing hard again "I have-" a horrific shooting pain interrupted her, she suddenly felt sick and weak, she dived across the room and into the small bathroom, where she fell to her knees and threw up. Her throat stung like crazy and her gut felt as if it was being stabbed repeatedly.
"Natasha?" Steve's voice came quietly from the doorway "what's wrong…?" his voice was gentle and calming, but his concern stood out a lot.
Slowly her arm wiped across pale her face and her breath went back to its normal pace, she looked up at him with her sad and tired grey eyes "I have cancer" she whispered roughly "I have for months now; I just got back from my first treatment session"