It had been a couple days since her run in with Clint in the gym. She was happy that only Clint was there to witness her mini-break down. It was nice to let her walls down for once, but now it was time to build them up again. For her to become normal enough for when Steve would comeback in one piece.

"Nat? I have news of Steve's return." Clint said which he was standing in the doorway of the den of the headquarters. He seemed to have been standing there for a while.

"He's back? When did he get back?" She jolted up from the couch she had been sitting on. She stretched out her legs and arms, she had been immobile too long and needed something to get her going again. "How is he? Where is he?"

"Infirmary." He said plainly, not enjoying out excited she seemed for Steve's return. He didn't know about anything between them, or their date. "Why are you so excited?"

"I…," She blinked, not really wanting to answer his question, but ended up answering it as simply as she could. "I just need to seem our teammate, okay? Nothing else."

"Fine…" He wasn't totally convinced by what she said, but he would let it slide this once.

Natasha smiled at him and started to walk pass him, about to go down the hall that he had been blocking with his body.

"Where do you think you're going?" He said, grinning at her before slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to kiss her softly on her soft voluptuous lips. He smiled against her lips then pulled away to look down at her small figure against his. "Now, you can leave. After her and Clint's kiss she was slightly flustered and didn't really know how to act. So she just decided to leave in silence, unsure if Clint would be happy about that or not.

Natasha entered the room in the medical wing where they were keeping Steve. She was worried about what she would see and if he was alright. She assumed he just was getting a bandage on his head like normal. But, to her surprise her suspicions were wrong.

Her eyes scanned over Steve, who was laying on the cot, shirtless. His right side was all wrapped up in gauze and tape, some blood from his wounds seeping through the gauze. He had a bandage on his right leg, above his knee. It looked like the medics had to cut off a part of his pants to get to the wound. He had small cuts that were all over his face and arms that the medics couldn't do much of anything about. He had bruises that covered his body, well the only visible parts of his body. It looked like he went through a wood chipper.

Natasha bit down on her plump lip, hard as she walked over to his cot and sat down near his arm. She wasn't sure if he was awake or not, but she wasn't going to leave until they would throw her out of the room. Which she doubted they would even be able to.

She reached over and grabbed Steve's hand, curling her fingers around his index finger and his thumb while giving it a gentle squeeze. She didn't expect him to react to her squeezing his hand, but he did by squeezing it gently back but with a groan. It seemed like the slightest of movement would hurt him.

"Steve?" She said in a soft tone.

"Natasha?" He groaned out her name, his chest falling slowly. It looked like he was in pain just by breathing.

"Shh…Don't speak. You'll only hurt yourself more." Natasha frowned. She didn't like seeing her teammates, her friends and people she had feelings for be hurt like this.

"But…Nat—." He tried to finished his sentence but Natasha placed her index finger on his lips and shook her head.

"Steve. It's okay, you're back. You just need rest." She nodded and let a small quiet sigh slip past her lips. Before Steve left to go on this mission he had promised Natasha he would come back to her, any means necessary. Did he actually have to do that from this mission? She flinched slightly at the thought and looked down at Steve who had his eyes on her in a somewhat loving way. She forced herself to smile at him when their eyes locked on each other's. They kept their gaze locked on each other for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes; until Steve broke the silence, even though he knew that Natasha might yell at him for speaking.

"Hey, Nat?" He said while shifting his body weight to sit up.

"Yes, Steven?" She said, curious to what he was going to ask her. She blinked when he shifted and went to help him up while moving closer to him.

"I just wanted to-." He placed his hand behind her head as quickly as he could, without having her object and pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers in a soft gentle kiss. This was out of character for him. He never usually kissed a pretty girl impulsively. But he was happy he did when he felt her lips move with his, in a gently rhythm, as she deepened their kiss.

They kissed for a couple minutes before both of them had to come up for air. Steve was somewhat out of breath, and held his side as he tried to slow down his breathing.

"Wow…" Was all Natasha could say before Steve pulled her to him and pressed his lips to her forehead.

"Next time, don't let me go on these stupid missions by myself. Alright, Natasha?" He chuckled against her forehead.

All Natasha could do was nod, still slight overwhelmed by their kiss, more overwhelmed than she was with Clint's. What was she going to do now? She was stuck in a love triangle which she didn't want to be. She didn't want anyone compromised. But it seemed like it was too late. Natasha would wait to tell Steve and Clint about the kisses and tell them that she had to think of who she was going to pick, or she wasn't going to pick either of them.