SAFE IN YOUR ARMS
Natasha wakes up.
Her mind is blocked.
She is in bed. She looks around room. Dim light, warm. Nice odor. There isn't anything in this room that can help.
Then she realizes that someone is holding her close. One arm is under her, just laying. Other one is on her shoulder, pulling her into his?, yes, his chest.
Instincts are telling her to slice the person's throat, but something inside her heart says no.
She focuses on the hold. It's warm, intimate, strong- but not enough to crush her.
It's a safe hold.
Natasha manages to shift and faces the person. He's awake.
She examines the blue eyes smiling at her. They are warm, peaceful. Caring.
He started moving. She doesn't know what to- he pulled her into his chest.
''It's alright.'' She hears.
Then it hits her.
There is only one voice, one person that holds her in that way.
She curls up into his chest.
She's feeling safe. She is safe.
It's Steve.
HOME
Natasha has many words which she uses when describing Steve but the one that she mostly uses is too good for her.
She is a Russian spy, once a killer and he is a soldier, how many say 'Perfect American boy'.
And she said that to him so many times, but he doesn't care.
He loves her.
And she loves him back, but she is still using that words.
Many say that their relationship isn't real, some even say that she is programmed to do it, and then kill him.
But they don't see how she feels around him. They don't want to.
She feels like she is home. Not Russia, that was definitely not a home.
It's a real home- where you mean to someone, where you fill each other, when you are safe.
She can come home, into his arms, and forget about everything that happened in past, everything that is happening at S.H.I.E.L.D.
Damn, even being around him makes her feel different.