Characters: Clint, Steve and Natasha

Warnings: anger

When: after avengers

For: everyone because I'm seriously behind with this shit

Also: taking prompts for this and I updated this more than once, so there's more than just one chap... (some people might've accidentally skipped over the 5th chap)

"Hey, Cap?" Clint asks Steve right as he reaches the hallway.

Steve stops at the end of the hallway and turns around. "Hi. I'm going to go to bed now, if you don't mind, so..."

"Oh, trust me," Clint grinned, "I don't mind. I'm just trying to give you a little warning here, that's all."

"Warning?" Steve narrows his eyes at the other man.

"Yeah; warning. Nat's in your bed. She has been sleeping there in the months you've been on the op that ended, what?, last week? And she's been wearing your shirts since we were told you were going on another one. She's seriously pissed - get it?"

Steve drags a hand down his face. "Yeah, I get it. Thanks, Clint."

"Oh, I wasn't telling you to help you. I'm pissed too." Clint doesn't look the part, not in the face, but his body is tense.

"What do you want me to tell Fury, Clint? I'm below him, if you weren't aware!"

Clint frowns. "Um, tell him you want a fucking break? Tell him you haven't spent barely any time with your girlfriend? I mean, tell him you want some time to recuperate from a month-long mission in which you got seriously hurt, instead of going on another one just a day after! C'mon, Steve! You realize that you're breakable, right? Like how me and Stark and Nat are?"

Steve scowls at him. "I get that, okay, but Fury is my boss. I have to do what he says."

"Did Tony tell you about labor laws yet?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm going to bed." Steve groused, turning around again.

"Fine, but I'm applying for time off under your name!"

Steve didn't waste his breath on responding to that. He stalked down the hall, angry and tired half out of his mind. He opened the door roughly and just managed to not remember not to slam it shut. Bruce, Nat and Tony wouldn't appreciate it, if they were getting any sleep that night.

Looking over to the bed, Steve wasn't surprised to find it full of Natasha. She was wearing his shirt, just like what Clint said, and she was curled under the blankets, clutching his pillow. She looked perfect, even in sleep.

Sighing, he went over to the drawers where his clothes were, got some Hulk pajama pants, and then made his way to the bathroom. His shower was short, but delightful. When he came back out, Natasha was awake, watching the door.

She smiled when she saw him. "Coming to bed anytime this century, babe?"

Steve rolled his eyes, feeling better and calmer now that Nat was there and awake. "If you wanted me that bad, you could've just said."

Natasha laughed and pulled him down in a kiss.