A/N: Hello again! Here's an update. It gets cheesier and sappier, lol. Enjoy! :D

"I was independent, but now it's so boring without you

You break my heart, you play with my soul..."

"Romanoff, what the hell are you doing here?" Steve asked. He was ready to hurl his shield to the intruder who entered his house while he was having a modest meal.

"Hey Cap, at ease!" she said, raising both of her arms in surrender. "Sorry, I barged in." She made her way towards the kitchen, uninvited, and saw Steve's plate. She wobbled a bit, making Steve run towards her to guide her steps. "Damn, this leg is sure ugly..." she laughed at herself.

She found Steve's worried face. "Nat, you went up through the window. I live in the fifth floor. Your leg is not 100% healed. You are putting yourself in danger."

The spy clicked her tongue. "Captain Rogers, I have faced goons, aliens, robots and whatnot. A fifth floor window is not enough to put me in danger," she said. The woman looked around and walked towards the soldier's prepared meal. "What is this abomination?" she asked, wrinkling her nose at the food. "Is this what you ate in the 1940s?"

"Yeah, pretty much," the soldier answered with a serious face as he sat on his chair. "Sorry, I only made this meal for one." He scratched the back of his head. "I didn't expect that you're coming."

Natasha found the way he spoke cute. Too cute for his own good. "Steven Grant Rogers, you are actually considering to feed a woman like me this kind of food?" she asked jokingly. She found him blushing; he definitely did not know what to do with her response.

"Umm... we can probably order something outside?"

"Yeah, that would be a great idea," she replied with a small nod. "I'll do it." She took her personal phone and called for a delivery. "I can make you eat something more, I don't know, savory?"

He chuckled at her. There was a moment of silence as the soldier leaned on the kitchen countertop, staring at Natasha. "Hey, Romanoff..."

"Natasha if we're off duty..."

"Natasha. What brings you here?"

The woman sucked in a breath and pocketed her phone. "Well, I'm bored." Steve just looked at her quizzically. "I don't know. I just got in my quarters, found it too quiet than the usual... then..." She did not continue her musings as her eyes met his blue ones. "It was really boring without you," she admitted silently.

"...Then?"

She shrugged. "Kinda missed the explosions and gunshots I hear when I had to save your ass."

His eyebrows furrowed. "I also save your... you... for your information." Steve was really a gentleman not to talk about her ass. She coughed to hide her giggle when she saw him a bit flustered. She smirked at him after gaining her own composure.

"Natasha, you..." Steve was unable to finish when they heard the doorbell ring. "Oh, it's here," he said, walking towards the door to get their order.

Natasha made herself comfortable and sat on the couch in the living room. She grabbed the remote and started flicking through the channels. Nothing spiked her interest so she decided to close it instead. The spy folded her arms, rested her head on the couch, and sighed. She was really bored. But she did not know why Steve's apartment was the first location she could think about. The guy's more boring than a veteran. Well, he's technically one.

"You ordered pizza?" he asked as he balanced the box on his one hand.

She nodded. "Why, captain? Would you prefer eating your boiled potatoes?" She used her skills to get the pizza box from his hand and placed it on the living room table.

"I thought you said something more savory?"

"Well, if you are expecting to eat something like fine dining, go eat with Stark." She opened the box. "This looks nice," she said, wrinkling her nose at the smell that made her hungrier.

"No eating in the living room," Steve said sternly.

Natasha just pouted and grabbed a slice, munching happily on the couch and deliberately letting crumbs fall on it. "You're a boring grandpa."

"Well, if you think I'm boring," a smirk graced his facial features as he sat across her, "Why are you here then?"

"Because I'm bored."

"You don't make any sense," he said in disbelief.

"I make perfect sense. I'm the Black Widow," she shrugged. She smiled at him. She couldn't really classify that smile as a smirk but she was definitely amused with his reaction. She was enjoying this, comfortable with this. "You know what? Come here and let's watch less boring stuff," she patted the space beside her on the couch. The soldier sighed and sat beside her. The two started watching random shows (Natasha always changed the channels).

Natasha felt her eyes getting heavy; she let her head tilt on Steve's lean shoulder and felt him shudder a bit; she might have hit the gunshot wound.

"Ooops, sorry," she whispered.

She was unable to make any remarks when the man patted her head and kept it in place. "You might break your neck, Nat," he cooed; her head was bobbing back and forth in sleepiness.

Natasha smiled as she closed her eyes, loving the warmth this gentleman was giving off. She noticed the silence as Steve closed the TV. He did not make any attempt to move as she placed an arm around him.

"You're so warm… I like it," she said as if she was drunk. Her heart was beating furiously; her mind was spinning but she did not care. She let herself drift into sleep, waving away her torn thoughts as he patted her hand that was on his chest.

Natasha woke up as a ray of sunlight hit her eyes. He found Steve still in the same awkward position last night. It was as if he did not move just to make her comfortable. It was her turn to gently place his head on her shoulder before she dozed off again with a smile on her face.

And I don't mind…

But as soon as I fall asleep…

You're right here…