Natasha learned very quickly that she she doesn't like it when Steve is upset. He looks much more handsome smiling rather than frowning in her opinion.
The infamous frown was present after they got their asses handed to them by Ultron. They regrouped at the tower, the fight wasn't over yet, not even close to being over, but they needed to rest while they still could. The days ahead of them were going to be tough, and it showed in Steve's tense shoulders.
They retired to their floor without a word to each other. He sat on the very edge of the bed, his legs bent and his shoulders squared in a way that couldn't be comfortable. He was silently offering her the shower first -as he always did- and she pushed down the urge to offer to share it -as she always did- because, really, there was a time and place for everything.
She showered quickly, something rare for her, and Steve had slipped into the shower the second she was out of the bathroom. He didn't even smile at her, which was… unsettling.
She dropped her towel and kicked it towards the hamper, mentally giving herself a self note to pick it up later. Instead of her own pajamas, she grabbed one of Steve's shirts. He's never said it, but she's noticed that he likes when she wears his clothes. And it could cheer him up a little.
By the time she had crawled into their bed, Steve had emerged from the bathroom. He wordlessly pulled on clothes and slipped into their bed. They laid side by side together.
Silence. Then:
"Natasha." His voice was a warning tone and was tinged with exasperation.
"I didn't say anything," Natasha protested.
"Yet."
She propped herself up on her elbow to look down at him. "I'm a little offended, Rogers."
He closed his eyes and sighed. "You can say it."
Steve sighed again when she smirked "Well, I think people, or things, would stop trying to, you know, kill us if we offered them a peace offering."
"A peace offering?" Steve questioned.
"Yes, a peace offering. A picture of you, naked-"
"Of course."
"But," Natasha continued, "your shield is covering your-"
"Nat." He interrupted her again. But then there was something else. His face broke into a smile and he actually laughed.
Natasha laughed too, and she ran her fingers through his damp hair. "Is that a yes?"
He pulled her flush against his chest. "Hell no."
"Consider it, Steve."
"Good night, Natasha." He said, effectively ending the conversation.
He wasn't brooding anymore, and he would actually get some sleep that night instead of tossing and turning. He chuckled again as he turned off the light and pulled her even closer to him.
She counted it as a win.
