Well, what can I say... This is the first time I am writing for Captain America, so I am open for critique.
Also, if you have wishes for drabbles you'd like to see, feel free to PM me or mention your idea in the reviews :)
I hope you like it, and, there's definitely more to follow!
In The Still Of The Night
Steve Rogers knew all too well that Natasha Romanoff was not the kind of woman that needed someone to hold and comfort her. She was strong enough to handle her problems without the help of others, and she would probably never admit openly that she needed someone to aid her with something.
But still, there were a few rare moments where she didn't object to the comfort offered by others, and if he was honest, Steve felt somewhat honoured that she allowed him to see her in her weakest moments.
As far as he knew, it was only him that had the privilege to come to her when he'd heard her scream in the middle of the night. Only he was allowed to come into her room and climb in with her after she'd awaken from a nightmare.
Somehow, it felt good to be the one who comforted her, held her while her heart stopped racing in her chest, while her breathing slowed down and the cold sweat dried on her skin. When the shivers stopped shaking her body and she cuddled into his chest, seeking for a safety in his embrace that she normally didn't really require from anybody, he felt special.