Lame title, I know. But just like always, it's late, I'm tired, and I just can't think of anything. Sooooo, I hope you like it despite the pathetic title. ;)
Disclaimer: If I owned this, then why would I be writing for fanfiction?
Wanda awoke to wisps of black and red circling her mind, almost like they were in distress and trying to attack her. She winced as she sat up in bed, a scream shattering like glass in her mind. Something wasn't right.
She got this every once in a while, when someone in the Tower was having a nightmare, faint glimpses into the horrible dream would enter her mind and stop her from sleeping.
She frowned as she stood up and headed into the hallways; quietly as to not wake anybody up. The nightmare must be from Natasha, hence the red and black. Another flash from the nightmare obstructed her vision and she winced at the horrible image.
She moved over to the doorway of Natasha's room, hoping to wake her up, yet also preparing herself for a possible fight from Natasha.
Actually, it was mostly a given that Natasha would fight back once she was taken from being trapped in her own mind, filled with horrid nightmares.
She cautiously entered the doorway, only to find someone had already beaten her to it. She watched as Steve carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, next to a mumbling and jerking Natasha.
"Natasha..." Steve started, and Wanda made sure she stayed hidden in the shadows of the hall. "Natasha." He said a little more forcefully. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to gently shake her shoulder; but that was all it took to wake her.
Suddenly, Natasha darted up, and somehow she got Steve pinned down on the bed, as she loomed over top of him with a knife to his throat. Wanda hid her gasp, and was so frightened she almost used her powers to restrain Natasha.
And she would if she had to. But Steve, however, didn't seem fazed at all by the sudden outburst from the famous Black Widow.
It was almost like he was...used to it. Steve sighed lightly as he looked Natasha in the eyes, careful to not act as if he was trying to threaten her, but yet, trying to get her to recognize him.
"Natasha, it's me; Steve. I'm your friend, your partner, but we are not enemies. It was just a nightmare." Steve stated quietly, but Natasha's jaw clenched as the knife pressed against his skin.
"Заткнись, или я перережу тебе горло. (Shut up, or I will slit your throat.)" Natasha stated, Russian accent thick while layering her words.
Oh no...Wanda thought.
She was reverting back to Russian. And Wanda knew firsthand that that was bad. Thankfully, she did understand Russian and was able to pick up on what she had said.
Natasha's eyes were calm yet wild all at the same time, seeing but yet not quite seeing. Steve kept her wild gaze steadily, though, the whole time.
"Наташа, послушай меня. (Natasha, listen to me.)" Steve commanded, before speaking in English again. "We met four years ago, while working for S.H.I.E.L.D, and you're now an Avenger who saves millions of lives. You partnered with me for a long time, before we got thrown into the whole Winter Soldier fiasco."
"Then there was Ultron and his revolution, and Sokovia. We've fought beside each other for a long time. You know me. Please, you can fight this." He declared as he looked straight into her eyes, and Wanda watched, fingers moving just the slightest with red surrounding them; just in case Natasha didn't believe him.
Thankfully, it didn't come to that, as Natasha's face crumpled just the slightest.
"S-Steve?" Her voice broke and as she retracted he knife a little ways. Steve nodded silently and Natasha climbed off of him before he sat up. "S-Steve, I'm s-so sorry," She choked out as she looked at the knife in her hand in horror at the thought of almost killing him.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she dropped the lethal weapon to the ground with a loud clatter, and visibly broke down. Steve immediately wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her hair and back as he placed a soft kiss to the top of her hair.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. It's okay, Natasha." Wanda watched with intrigue, even though she knew she should give them some privacy, but she had never seen them act any way like this.
Natasha would never let anyone near her or touch her like this, and Steve was never this comfortable around anybody.
It was at that moment, that Wanda realized just how the Soldier and Spy felt about each other.
The next day, Wanda paid extra attention to the pair, and watched every small detail between them. During breakfast, and all through the morning, Steve was discreetly giving Natasha, gentle and caring touches to her arms, back and shoulder.
Natasha would always smile softly at Steve, slow enough for Steve to notice, but quick enough that no one else did.
Well, except Wanda now.
Seeing their close interaction made Wanda wonder, how could she have been so clueless before? It wasn't until she had decided to discreetly follow them to the gym where they were sparring, did it confirm her suspicions and shock her.
They had just finished sparring, Wanda watching from the hallway again, when Natasha started to walk away, but Steve stopped her by grabbing her elbows.
"Nat," He said as he gently spun her around to face him. She looked up at him, face completely neutral. He sighed as he gently took both elbows in his hands and looked down at her. "This has got to stop." He spoke softly, yet firmly. Natasha's face twitched just the slightest, before she looked down at the floor. After a few moments, she nodded slowly.
"I know," She whispered. Steve sighed as he looked up at the ceiling for a brief second, something flashing through his eyes, before looking back down at the redhead in front of him who still hadn't looked up yet.
"Is this about Banner leaving? Because if it is, I will personally track him down and bring him back." Steve said, not a hint of humor in his solid baritone, instead it was complete seriousness. Natasha sighed.
"No, this is not about him." She said, and if she saw it correctly, she would have sworn that something akin to relief entered Steve's eyes, vanishing just as quick as it showed up. "It's...every time I close my eyes, it's there." Her voice trailed off as she bit her lip and closed her eyes.
Steve seemed to know what she meant because he wrapped his arms around her in a solid and warm embrace. He stroked her hair, not dissimilar to the way he did the last night, and rested his chin on top of her head. He nodded slightly.
"I know. Me too," He whispered and Natasha choked back a sob. "But I can't be mad at her, Ultron had messed with her mind. It wasn't her fault she gave us those visions." Steve said and Wanda held back a gasp. That's what this was about? Guilt suddenly swarmed her as she continued watching them.
"I know," Natasha murmured into his chest as she clung onto him. "It isn't fair that he did that to her. But I just can't get that out of my head, I killed so many people..." She choked on another sob as she buried her face even deeper into his broad chest.
"You're not your ledger, Natasha." Steve whispered and Natasha looked up at him; tears streaming down her porcelain cheeks.
"How could you know?" She whispered, not angry, but just simply, curious. He smiled slightly as he tucked a lock of her fiery red hair behind her ear.
"Because I know you, Natasha. And I know that who you were then, is not who you are now. It's not the girl I..." His voice trailed off as he looked into her emerald green eyes. Her brows furrowed together in confusion as she looked up at him.
"You what?" She questioned quietly and he swallowed hard as he looked away, before sighing and looking back into her eyes.
"The girl I love." He whispered and Natasha's eyes widened slightly as she gasped quietly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" He started apologizing, but was cut off as Natasha suddenly leaned up and pressed her lips to his. Steve seemed shock for only a small moment, before he wasted no time in reacting to the kiss.
He deepened the kiss as he brought her closer up against him, and her fingers tangled with his hair. This kiss turned more passionate as their lips moved in sync, like a harmony unsung. Wanda couldn't help the small smile from forming on her lips as she watched them.
The soldier and the spy had finally found love in each other.
Good story, I hope? Even if it wasn't, please review! I love those things so much! They're like little candies packed with sunshine, love, and rainbows to me. ;)