A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new story. This is, again, as series of one-shots that are somehow connected. I kinda find this fairy tale cute and one of those cases where the princess is the one who actually gets the job done.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Do drop a comment if you can! спасибо!

Царевна Лягушка (Tsarevna Lyagushka)


"Oh, I see that you are immersing yourself in Russian fairy tales," Natasha cocked an eyebrow at her partner, eyeing the old brown book.

"Well, they're very interesting… and different," Steve shrugged. "The fairy tales I know were all similar but these stuff, they're new to me."

"Hmm…" the spy said disinterestedly.

"Do you know some of these stories, Nat?"

"Hmmm…" Natasha sat on the couch and busied herself by wiping her gun with a rag. "I didn't know that Captain America likes princess stories." She bit her lip, remembering her short childhood. "Yeah, I think I kinda know some of them… the creepy, gory ones," she added with a smirk.

"Well, I do like some princess stories," he said.

"Oh, so that you can be the prince who will save the damsel in distress?"

Steve placed the book down after carefully placing a bookmark in the middle of its pages. "Interestingly, not all fairy tales contain damsels in distress and that's what I like about my favorite story."

Natasha looked into the captain's eyes and tried to interpret the riddles that he was talking about. However, being with her for a long time taught him some tricks. He remained clear and walled to her. In the end, she just reciprocated his remark with a small smile.

"Well then, care to tell me a bed time story?" she said with a slight grin before making herself comfortable lying on his stomach. "Ow, this is like having rocks as pillows," she commented, hitting his abdomen a bit before making herself comfortable.

However, instead of turning the page, Steve closed the book and placed it on the bedside table. "Alright, as you wish..."