Okay, this one is angst. Because I'm a sucker for it with no self-control...

Disclaimer: No, I do not own this. Just leave me alone, so I can have at least some dignity...

Steve tiredly shut the TV off with the remote and looked back down at Natasha who was laying next to him on the floor with a blanket draped over them.

Tonight was there annual movie night, and it was Natasha's turn to pick the movie.

"Remind me again how you got me to watch Star Trek?" Steve asked as he wrapped his arms back around Natasha who was laying on her side facing him, the same as he was doing with her. He gently stroked some of the hair out of her eyes as she blinked sleepily.

"It's a good movie." She yawned and Steve chuckled.

"Says the person who's literally falling asleep from watching it." He retorted with and she frowned with her eyes closed.

"Shut up," She mumbled as she tugged the blanket even closer. Steve chuckled before sighing peacefully and drifting off into sleep. Natasha, however, couldn't really find it in her to fall asleep.

So, instead she just listened to the rhythmic sounds of Steve's heart beat echoing through out the small and quiet apartment.

She was slowly being lulled into sleep by the sound of his heart beating, but was suddenly taken out of it when Steve tightened his embrace around her.

He jerked slightly and she tried to move out of his arms so she could see his face, but he only pulled her closer. She managed to crane her neck just enough to see his face and saw the pain etched in his brows.

"Steve?" She whispered. "Steve, honey, what's wrong?" She whispered again, but the only response she got was him jerking again and him pulling her closer.

"S-stop...n-no, please, s-stop. I-I'm sorry," He mumbled fitfully in his sleep. A wince crossed his beloved features and he jerked again, a heart wrenching sound that almost sounded like a cry of pain and whimper mixed in to one, escaped his lips.

"Steve, are you all right? Baby, please, it's okay. You're okay." She whispered soothingly, and thought it had actually worked, until he jerked again and pulled her even closer, if that was possible.

She looked back up and noticed tears running down his cheeks, causing her heart to break at the sight. She wrapped her arms around him, almost equally as tight, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"S-stop...B-Bucky, please, I-I'm sorry." He choked out and she started rubbing circles on his back.

"Shh, it's okay." She whispered, still in shock of what was happening. She had never seen her boyfriend this way before.

He was so, vulnerable.

He was usually the stoic and calm one who always helped her when she cried and when she had nightmares, but he never once did it himself.

She thought back to all the times where she had fallen asleep beside him; after a tough mission, a long day, movie night. But realized that Steve never had once fallen asleep beside her. This was the first time.

Did he make sure he didn't so he could wake her if she had her nightmares?

Or did he make sure he didn't do it so he wouldn't have his?

She sighed as she clutched him closer to her, trying to offer some comfort to him in his nightmare riddled sleep.

His body trembled against her and his skin was ice cold, even though it glistened in the soft light from the window with sweat. She couldn't believe he had nightmares and never told her.

He always made sure she told him, but yet he never told her? She found it next to impossible to be mad at him as his crying slowly died down and he started to fall out of his nightmare and into a more peaceful sleep.

And Natasha prayed that it would stay that way.

The sun started to peek through the blinds of Steve's apartment, and Natasha could tell Steve was about wake up by the heavy sounds of his heartbeat slowly picking up. She had been awake the entire night, afraid Steve would fall back into his nightmare, and her fear was correct.

Because he had apparently had them over and over that night. Yet he had never woken up through it all. She now knew how he felt, staying up the whole night to make sure she didn't have any nightmares, yet she still somehow allowed him to have his.

She watched him in a new light, realizing he wasn't just the brave, strong, and courageous man she loved, he had his demons, too.

His eyes slowly fluttered open and he blinked a couple of times before focusing on her. He smiled softly as he gently pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"Good morning, Princess." He said and she faked a smile as she watched his eyes a bit more carefully than she normally did. "How'd you sleep?" He asked.

"Good," She lied, fidgeting a bit, because this was Steve for crying out loud, she couldn't keep anything from him. "You?" She asked, and for the first time ever, she noticed his eyes cloud over and there was absolutely no emotion. Yet he still smiled genuinely.

"Great." He said and she nodded. "I guess I should probably start on breakfast." He said before pressing his lips to hers for a few seconds. He smiled once more before getting up, leaving her alone in the living room.

She sat up and leaned against the couch, sighing heavily and dragging a hand through her hair. She still couldn't believe this. Why wouldn't he tell her? They told each other everything, but yet apparently not everything. A few minutes later he came into the doorway and smiled at her.

"Breakfast is ready," He said before disappearing back into the kitchen. She sighed as she got up and headed towards the kitchen.

He definitely didn't remember last night, but it was one night she would never forget.

I have absolutely nothing against Star Trek. I've never actually even seen it...

Hey, wait a moment, I'm just like Steve! :D