Natasha stepped off the elevator groaning. She had just gotten back from a mission, and all she wanted to do was jump into her comfy bed and sleep for hours, but Tony insisted they have a team lunch as soon as she got back. He claimed that she'd been gone for too long and they all missed her.

("Especially Capsicle," he added. She ignored him and hung up before he could say anything else.)

"Little Red!" Tony cried as soon as she was in the kitchen.

"Can we hurry up with this lunch?" she whined. "I'm exhausted, and I just want to sleep."

"Alright, we'll make it quick."

"How was your mission?" Steve asked, appearing right in front of her. Natasha looked up to make eye contact with him and smiled.

"It was good. It was an easy mission, just exhausting. Lots of late nights and early mornings," Natasha explained. "No injuries, though, so that's a plus."

"That's good," Steve said, pulling her into a hug. She melted into him immediately. "I'm glad you're back."

"I'm glad I'm back, too," she replied, her words slightly muffled by his shirt.

"Lunch is served," Tony announced. "You two lovebirds can take your hands off each other and come join the group, now."

"Tony—" Steve started, but Natasha put her hand on his arm to calm him down. She was too tired to deal with their bickering right then.

She sat down next to Steve ("That's really close," Tony muttered) and laced her fingers through his under the table.

"I bet Rogers is happy to have you back," Clint teased offhandedly.

"Oh my God," Natasha groaned, putting her head down on the table. Clint snickered.

"Of course I'm happy to have her back," Steve said, and Natasha gave his hand a squeeze. "We're friends."

"Sure," Tony said. "Just friends."

"You two stop it," Pepper scolded. "Natasha just got back from a mission. Let her eat her lunch in peace."

"Thank you, Pepper," Natasha said, lifting her head up and picking up her fork. "Hey, where's Thor? I thought you said he was gonna be here today."

"He's coming this evening," Bruce explained. "Probably around five or six. Eat as many PopTarts as you want because he's going to clean out our supply."

Natasha nodded and spent the rest of the team lunch listening to everyone's varying conversations. She was exhausted and didn't want to have to deal with the brain power of debating about the best kind of hand sanitizer one second to chatting idly about pilates the next.

"I'm going to bed now," Natasha said about ten minutes later, getting up from her chair. She let go of Steve's hand and immediately missed its presence. "If anyone disturbs me, I will incapacitate you without hesitation."

Everyone nodded in acknowledgement as Natasha left the room.

When she finally woke up, it was already nine o'clock at night. She rolled out of bed and went to her kitchen for a snack when she found Steve standing in it.

"Steve?" she asked. "What are you doing here? How long have you been standing here?"

"Not long," he said. "I came up to check on you, but you look like you needed sleep, so I was about to leave. I'm sorry if I woke you up."

"You didn't," she assured him. "While you're up here, want to have a movie night? We haven't had one in a while, and I just got back from my mission, so…" She trailed off and looked at him expectantly.

"Sure," he agreed. "What should we watch?"

"Have you seen the Titanic yet?" Natasha suggested. Steve shook his head. "Okay, then we'll watch that."

Steve went to go pop some popcorn, and Natasha got the movie set up. While she waited for Steve to come back, she put a bunch of fluffy blankets and put them on the couch, and she made sure the tissues were within their reach on the coffee table.

"Steve, can you bring in the carton of ice cream that's in the freezer?" Natasha called. "Bring two spoons, too."

"Yes ma'am," Steve called back, and Natasha rolled her eyes. They tended to call each other "sir" or "ma'am" since Steve would always do that when they first met. She made fun of him one time, and then it became a running joke between them.

Natasha had settled down on the couch and snuggled into the blankets by the time Steve came back into the room.

"I come bearing gifts," he said, sitting next to her and putting the food on the coffee table in front of them. Natasha lifted up the blanket for him to get under and scooted closer so their shoulders were touching.

"Beware, it's a sad movie," Natasha said as she hit play. "Personally, I'm not the biggest fan of it, but it's still a good movie. Besides, you can't fully adjust to the twenty-first century without seeing Titanic."

"I remember growing up hearing stories about the Titanic," Steve said. "It was supposed to be unsinkable, but then it hit an iceberg and sunk."

"It's really unfortunate for them," Natasha said flatly, reaching in front of her and grabbing the ice cream. Steve laughed.

When it got to the part where Jack and Rose were doing it in the car, Natasha took a big bite of ice cream and groaned.

"It's been so long since I've had sex," she said when she'd swallowed. She glanced over at Steve and saw him blush. "When's the last time you had a good bang?"

"Uh…" Steve stammered. "Like, never?"

"Wait, seriously?" Natasha asked, shocked. "You mean to tell me that you have never had sex? You? With this body?" Natasha closed her previously agape mouth and smirked devilishly. "Was the French girl scene the first time you've seen a woman naked?"

"Erm...possibly," he said. "Before I got the serum, no girl ever looked twice at me. After the serum, I was busy with the war and then the ice, and I didn't really want to hook up with the USO showgirls."

"Maybe we should change that," Natasha muttered, looking back at the screen. She heard Steve choke and bit back a laugh.

"W-what?"

She ignored him and continued to watch the movie, smirking to herself.

"Why did he have to die?" Natasha cried, blowing her nose in a tissue.

Steve, who was also sobbing, laughed and said, "I thought you didn't like this movie very much."

"That doesn't mean it's not sad!" she yelled. Steve chuckled and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a hug as she sobbed into his chest. "Plus he's so hot!"

"Oh, so you're crying because he's hot?"

"And they killed him! They killed Jack! Why not Rose? She's not even that pretty! I mean I'm way hotter than her…"

Steve was full on belly laughing at that point. He leaned back on the couch, still holding Natasha tightly. Natasha looked up from his chest and glared.

"Stop laughing. You were crying, too," she pointed out.

"I'm sorry, I just…" he laughed again, and Natasha smacked his chest. "You're funny. If you're crying this hard at a movie you don't even like that much, I want to see how hard you cry at a movie you love."

She scowled and said, "I've never been more thankful that you don't know a thing about twenty-first century culture."

"Oh, come on. Tell me. Please?" he begged, giving her puppy-dog eyes. She glowered and hit him again.

"Don't give me puppy-dog eyes, Steve," she said, defeated. He just gave her even more puppy-dog eyes. "Ugh. Fine, but we're not watching it tonight. I've embarrassed myself enough as it is."

"So...what is it?" he pressed.

"Finnick's death in Mockingjay Part 2," she muttered.

"Finnick? What kind of name is Finnick?"

"For your information, Steven Grant, The Hunger Games takes place in a future dystopian society. They all have weird names." She yawned and buried her face in his chest again.

"Maybe you should go to bed," Steve said, rubbing her back. Natasha shook her head fervently and clutched his shirt.

"No," she said. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. I don't want to go to bed just yet." Steve grinned and hugged her closer.

"Want to watch something else, then?" he asked. She looked up at him and then shifted so that she was sitting next to him, their arms still around each other as she leaned on him.

"We can watch the first Hunger Games," she said, "since you're going to insist that we watch Mockingjay Part 2, you need to get caught up with the first three."

"Okay."

Natasha hadn't even made it past the Reaping before she was fast asleep, her head on Steve's shoulder. Steve smiled and managed to make it to the Cornucopia Bloodbath before he, too, fell asleep.