It was Tony who woke up the sleeping pair, only stopping for a moment to admire how peaceful Natasha looked. He was glad Steve was there for her but now he had to ruin the moment. He cleared his throat theatrically before trumpeting 'the Reveille' through his fingers earning him a pillow in the face from the spy.

'Hey!' he threw the pillow back. 'Get up lovebirds. We've gotta go.'

'Where?' grumbled a sleepy Steve.

'Arkhangelsk, deep shadow. Don't wanna let them know we're coming.'

'Who's going?'

'Just the twins and us. We're meant to be taking down a base, some old place dating back to World War One. No idea how it survived this long. Nat, Phil said you could sit this one out if you wanted.'

'Why would I do that?' she rolled her eyes at the billionaire.

'It's where the Black Widow programme was developed before the Red Room.'

'Leviathan?' she asked in a small voice and Steve instinctively wrapped an arm around her.

'No, I'll go. I want to see it burn.' She murmured.

'That's what I told him,' Tony smiled fondly, 'we'll get 'em Nattie.' He planted a brotherly kiss on her forehead. 'See you on the roof in twenty.'

'You sure you want to do this?' Steve looked at her, brow furrowed and she nodded.

Steve packed for them both while Natasha went to shower and they appeared on the roof fifteen minutes later. Pietro handed out some files to the rest of the team and they climbed into the quinjet, the twins piloting. The three in the back sat in silence for a while until Tony pulled in a pair of headphones, listening to AC/DC at full volume.

'D'you want to talk about last night?' Steve asked quietly.

'No, not really.' She replied quietly.

'I mean the dream, what happened?'

'Steve, can we not talk about this right now please.'

'Sure, of course Nat. I'm sorry.' He took her hand and she squeezed it before leaning her head on his shoulder.

'It was just another bad dream, don't worry.' She sighed

'Yeah but I do worry, Nat,' she didn't say anything, 'you know you can tell me anything right.'

'Right.'

They lapsed back into silence. Nat pulled out a tatty copy of "Anna Karenina" in Russian and soon became engrossed in that. Steve tried not to think about what Natasha had said, or tried to say. He didn't want to push her too hard for fear of losing her but he needed to get to the bottom of this. So he fished his phone out of his pocked and texted Clint.

Hello once again! I had a couple of questions regarding relationships so just to clear things up: 1. Nat and Clint are buds and Lance and Bobbi are a thing (I'm going to actively ignore what's going on in AoS because it makes me really sad..but I haven't seen last weeks so I don't know what happens.) and 2. Nat will eventually tell Steve her dream but you're gonna have to wait a bit..other things have to happen first... ;) tell me if you want less non-fluff fluff or more fluffy fluff or a bit more tension? Also 'the Reveille' is the trumpet piece is played after the last post it sort of means 'the waking' in French. Also Arkhangelsk means Archangel in Russian, just thought it had a nice ring to it...

Hope you're enjoying it still!