A knock is heard on Steve's bedroom door at the Avengers Facility. He raises his head and tells the presence to come in.
In walks messy-haired Natasha, looking frightened.
"Nat?" Steve sits up, confused.
"Yeah, it's me," she whispers. "I could use some advice."
Steve knows something's up.
She never takes anyone's advice but her own, he thinks.
"Sure," is all he says. He pats a spot next to him on his bed as his eyes adjust to the dark.
"Do you get nightmares?" She asks bluntly, sitting down. "Like, of the war, or your experiment, or something?"
"Well, sure. Everybody gets nightmares. Is that why you're here?"
She nods and looks at her hands.
"I knew you weren't here for advice. Come here." He offers a small smile and lies back down, holding his left arm open for her to lie on.
She does so, laying her head in the crook of his arm. His forearm comes up to stroke her hair and she turns to face him.
She brushes his sandy blonde hair, which is splayed across his face, out of his eyes and looks directly into them.
"Steven Rogers, would you like to play a game?" She asks coyly, referencing the time they spent together in an abandoned SHIELD headquarters site.
"I'll play it with you all night, Natasha Romanoff."