A/N:Hey fellas! Today's a special day so I'm gonna put up an update! I think I have established that this is a random story so I hope this is good. :)

From morning till night, I can't stop thinking of you

To be with you alone for a brief moment

I'm spinning, trying to sleep, but I wake up right away

"It's 3 AM in the morning…" he yawned.

"I can't sleep," she simply said. She was in a tank top and pajama pants. It was one of those days when they were all staying in the same tower.

"I see," Steve just replied groggily, stepping aside to let her enter. She walked around the room knowingly; she had been a visitor in this area too often. "How may I help you with that problem?" he asked with his genuine gentleman demeanor. She wanted to giggle at how cute he looked, sleepy and all that.

She smirked. "I'll take your bed," she said, walking casually to the super soldier's bed. She rolled around, wrapping the covers around her like she was a burrito. She liked the scent. It was so Steve.

She heard Steve chuckle. "I'll just get a pillow and sleep on the couch," he replied. However, before he could grab the pillow, he was pulled down by the mischievous spy.

"I won't be able to sleep if you're not beside me… FYI," she said as if it was universal truth.

"But Natasha that's…" it seemed like her proposition woke him up and made him blush.

"C'mon, Steve, it's the 21st century." She tugged harder. Captain America, in normal situations, wouldn't be toppled by this force but it seemed like resistance was futile. He let himself fall on the soft bed, flat on his face.

"You can take the covers, then," he just said, giving up. He tried to occupy a small part of the king-sized bed, giving Natasha full access to the three-fourths of it. This was a difficult feat given his size.

Natasha crawled towards him like a caterpillar (she was still in a 'blanket burrito') and placed her arm over his chest. "Now, now, Steve, get yourself comfortable…"

"I'm not… uncomfortable…" he mumbled.

"Shut up," she said, teasing him further. "Besides, the reason why I can't sleep is not because of the bed… give me some of your body heat, won't you?"

"You took all of my blankets and you tell me that you need my body heat?" he said tiredly.

She just shot a look at him, a look that was enough to make him sigh in surrender. Beneath that look, she tried to conceal that Steve's presence made her feel at ease, especially in her sleepless nights. Sharing his body heat would be a bonus, of course.

"Well, your metabolism makes you a human fireball or something. I kinda remember that guy who is always hot..." She saw that Steve raised an eyebrow at her, "... Yeah, the Human Torch... or something," she giggled as she snuggled closer, putting the blanket over the two of them. At first, he was really bothered with the arrangement but later on, she sensed that his shoulders were relaxed.

"Nat?"

"Hmm?"

"Should I turn the lights off?"

"That's kinky, Steve."

He sighed and scratched his forehead a bit. "I asked that question because I want to know if you'd rather sleep without the lights."

She raised her head and looked at the captain's eyes. "I like to sleep with the lights off but what about you?"

She watched him smile a little, that kind of smile that did not reach his eyes. "I'll close the lamp, then."

"Wait a minute. You're not afraid of sleeping in the dark, are you?" She sat up, waiting for his reply. He did not answer. "Come on... say something!"

He took a deep breath. "I don't really like sleeping in the dark. It makes me think of a lot of things... like being in ice inside a dark place." He then looked at her. "But it doesn't matter. If sleeping with lights makes you uncomfortable, I'll close it." He reached out for the light switch but she held his hand, stopping him.

"If it makes you upset, don't."

"But..."

"Stop being a martyr, Steve. It's alright for me."

"Natasha..."

Their banter made the spy want to hit Steve... hard. "You've done a lot of sacrifices, already, soldier. I'm okay."

"I know I'll be fine," he just replied. "You're here, anyway." Because she had a lag time processing what he said, Steve was able to close the lights with a click. Natasha watched his silhouette lie down. She was glad that the lights were closed since she felt the blood rise up to her cheeks.

"You're so stubborn," she whispered, ruffling his hair before placing an arm around him. She noticed how his muscles tensed and how he was not moving. The spy shook her head. She sat up and opened the lamp again. Steve turned around and she just smiled at him. "It's okay," she mouthed.

They both lay down on the bed. She noticed the difference; he was more relaxed. She gave a smile of relief before she went to bed, lying on her side to watch the soldier's back. She tried to shake off what he said earlier. The thought of Steve Rogers relying on her made her feel special.

She was still unable to sleep. "What an annoying Котик," she muttered after she saw that the clock registered 5 AM.

"And maybe, love will help

To turn a magic dream into reality for the one who is head over heels in love"