T'Challa, Steve and Natasha sat down for a very informative breakfast. Steve caught Natasha up on the fight between Tony, Bucky and himself, as well as Bucky choosing to go back in a cryogenic sleep. Natasha knew that Bucky was the one that killed Tony's parents, he had told her once when he was training her in the Red Room. She had never told anyone that she knew Bucky.
Natasha gave a very general plan about how she thought, Steve and herself could break in a SUPER-SECERT-MAX prison that is floating in the middle of the ocean and break out 4 of the world's mightiest hero's. Steve smirked knowing Natasha was creative but had her limits.
T'Challa having to leave them to handle business, giving Steve the opportunity to show Natasha where they would be staying. Steve opened the door letting Natasha walk in first, the brightness of the one bedroom apartment was blinding. Setting her backpack from the quinjet on the couch looking out of the glass wall that enclosed the living room.
"Wow, this may be prettier then Tony's Malibu house." Natasha as Steve sitting on the other side of her backpack.
"Yeah, it's something" Steve looking out at the scenery. The silence filled the room, when Natasha let out a loud sigh.
"Do you mind if I get cleaned up? Like maybe a shower and some fresh clothes?" She asked looking down at him from behind the couch.
Steve giving a sarcastic look at the red head "Are you asking to borrow my clothes? Asking? You? Rather than just taking and putting on, laying claim to whatever you to find to wear?" Steve laughed.
"Fine, that's ok, I thought I would be polite." Natasha said having a giggly tone in her voice, bumping Steve with her backpack.
Steve watched as the Natasha, taking over his room and world all over again. The sound of the shower running, and Natasha humming a Russian song, relaxed Steve. Steve and Natasha back at the Avenger compound shared a floor together. In the early morning hours, Steve could hear Natasha humming the same Russian song while getting ready for her day. This brought joy to Steve and since of normalcy, leaning back on the couch head resting on the top, and closing his eyes. Sleep coming for Steve and taking him, the Russian song putting his mind at ease.
Natasha with a towel wrapped around her chest, she slowly opening the bathroom door peering to see where Steve was. Opening the door fully, seeing Steve is asleep on the couch, where she left him. Padding through the bedroom, retrieving a pair of gray sweat pants and a zip-up jacket that was navy blue. Natasha listening to make sure Steve is still soundless asleep, Natasha dropped her towel only wearing her cheeky boy-shorts, she glided on the oversized pants and shrugging on the jacket zipping it up to the top, remaining braless underneath. Taking a deep breath of the scent the covered the oversized clothing, a smiling, feeling that much closer to Steve. Using the towel that covered her body, Natasha flipped her head upside down to twist her damp hair in the towel, gathering it on the top of her head. She enters the living room with her tablet in hand, walking pass the sleep giant. She paused for a moment, behind the couch, her hand suspended in the air, inches away from Steve's face. Natasha drinking in the stillness that surrounded the soldier. How she wanted to run her fingers through his shiny golden hair. To feel the skin on his cheeks under the pads of her finger tips. She could remember the last time she felt his lips against hers. As brief as that moment was, her lips still burned with fire that he started within her. It had been years since someone started a fire in her, that person is currently taking an icy-nap in a contentment tube. Tempted to sit on the couch and cuddle beneath his arm, she settled with a light brush of her finger tips against his shoulder before taking a sit at the table, pulling up as much information she could about the Raft.
Steve came to from his sleep without and the sound of Russian humming. Startled, Steve popped up from the couch looking around the room. When his eyes fell on the women sitting crossed legged in a chair, wearing his oversized clothes engulfing her small frame and her luscious hair twisted up in a towel on top of her head. The corners of her mouth turned in a puzzled smiled. That split second the only word that came to mind was: gorgeous.
"Enjoy your nap?" Natasha asked walking towards the couch, her tablet remaining in her hand.
"I didn't realize that I was tired, but I feel better now." Steve said as Natasha sat next to him. It was Natasha presence that made Steve feel more relaxed. He was thankful that she came to find him.
"While you were sleeping, I have been busy working for the both of us." Natasha smirk at him. "Hill got us an opportunity to board the Raft with the passcodes for tomorrow morning. But we must do this right after they do shift change. This way we have plenty of time to get away and no one showing up at work too early. Hill got us the type of devices they are using to contain Wanda. Also, Steve… "Natasha said taking an exaggerated pause. "You can't kill or too seriously injury anyone, considering the charges you already have against you." Natasha giving Steve a playful look. "It's about a 10-hour flight, we will need to get some supplies before heading out and maybe see if T'Challa could have a medical team on stand-by." Natasha explained, Steve shocked by how much work she did while he was sleeping.
"Good work, Natasha. Anything I need to do? Or you can manage while I take another nap?" Steve joking, but thoroughly impressed by Natasha work. She is truly one of the most amazing women he's known. She started to untwist the towel having her crimson damp locks, falling around her shoulders. Natasha running her fingers through her hair, the simple action captured Steve in a way he only ever felt once before, but that seemed to be a lifetime ago.
Natasha caught a look in his eye, that she had never seen before. She pushed the hair away from her face, being unsuccessful to tame the mess, handing Steve the tablet that displayed the Raft Layout. Before his hand grasp the tablet, lend over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Natasha's ear. This action took Natasha and Steve, both by surprise. Finally taking the tablet from her, Steve reviewed the Raft schematics. While Natasha got up and was digging through her bag for a hair brush and ties, soundless heading back to the bathroom. Steve watched under hooded eyes, as she gracefully left the room, hoping his actions didn't make her uncomfortable. Moments later his question was answered, with her hair tied up in a ponytail and his toothbrush hanging out her mouth. She gave a sarcastic look at him, while she continued to brush her teeth, gathering her skintight black suit and sports bra from her bag. He could not get enough of this woman, that she takes over his world and makes it better in every way.
Natasha feeling Steve's eyes, watching her move made her pulse quicken. She didn't want her feeling for Steve to come to light, she loved Steve, more than just a companion, but as someone she could love full heartily. Natasha being the one who usually frowned upon dating anyone who out ranked her, slowly coming to terms that her silly girl crush could be something more. She could handle loving someone she worked with, after all she knew she loved Clint. Loving someone like that meant that it could be used against you or could hurt you. The only person she has ever let in behind her darken walls, where she keeps her ledger filled with red, was Clint. Her and Clint were also children soldiers, and when he spared her, they grew and matured together. Clint was the closest thing she would ever have to having blood brother. Fear of the rejection that lingers while standing at the draw bridge of bring someone into the fold of Natasha darken past, is the closest she has ever brought anyone, but abort before crossing. Standing there internally with Steve teetering if she should take him hand in hand and allow him fully in. Natasha shook those thoughts from her head. She only needed to focus on the mission at hand - recusing their friends, she thought leaning over the sink to rinse Steve's toothbrush off and cleaning her mouth out. This is the closest you have been to his mouth since your kiss in DC. Closing the bathroom door and shedding the oversized clothes, tugging the sport bra into place, and stepping into her all black-suit, she gave herself a once over, zipping up herself and last minute deciding to wear Steve's hoodie.
Natasha came out of the bathroom to see Steve and T'Challa by the front door. Still being barefooted, she made no noise when joining the conservation.
"We will have medical prepared, also additional rooms ready. You're sure, the two of you can handle this?" T'Challa asking Steve but his eye flickering between the two of them.
"Yea, I think we'll be fine. What's the worst thing that can, happen? We go to prison? The same prison we are about to break out 4 people out of? I think we will be fine, also some clothes would be helpful." Natasha said in her business-like tone.
"What do we all need to prepared?" Steve asked.
"The quinjet needs to be topped-off, maybe some protein bars and water. Other than that, we just need to rest up and be ready to go by, 2000 to make our deadline. Mind if I bring in the quinjet in." Natasha remaining in her business matter.
"Yes, of course and I will have an early dinner brought here as well." T'Challa said, as Natasha slipping on her boots and zipping them securely on to her feet. T'Challa opening the door for Natasha, she swings her bag over her shoulder walking with T'Challa out of the apartment.
Leaving Steve alone, unsure what to do with himself, he started mentally preparing for the mission. Going into the room, he faced the closet where he had hung the Captain American uniform. Without his shield, who was Captain America? Does he even deserve the title of Captain anymore? Steve in the moment choosing to close the closet and putting an end to the thought of being Captain America. Who really was Steve Rogers? Am I a good man without Captain America? I don't know what I want anymore, but I am needing to find where I fit in the world - as Steve Rogers. It was at this moment that he decided that this will be his last mission. Steve changing into a clean long sleeve shirt, jeans, and lacing up his boots, walking into bathroom, turning on the faucet, splashing warm water on his face. Becoming mentally tough and gathering himself as a soldier. Reaching for his toothbrush, placing paste on it and started brushing his teeth, a smiled erupting on his face, as he remembered Natasha brushing her teeth and how much joy she brings whenever she is around.