Finding You
Dust was burning in Steve's lungs as he slowly walked over the debris. His Captain America uniform was dirty and ripped in some places from being smashed into a pile of broken rocks with sharp edges. Blood was running from the rashes in his skin, mixed with the dirt that coated him from head to toe.
Silence hung over the battlefield; in the distance, he could see Sam pull Clint out from under a rock. The battle was over, they had won, but he still felt tense.
His gaze was wandering over the site, searching frantically for a trace of red hair. He hadn't seen Natasha since the first explosives had detonated and had brought visual range literally down to zero.
He knew that she was probably okay, she could take care of herself, but he was still worried for her. All he wanted was to see that she was unharmed.
Suddenly, a movement right in front of him caught his eye and he just stared at the figure emerging from a cloud of dust more or less gracefully.
Their gazes met, and she didn't break it for a single second as she walked towards him, her weapons falling from her hands onto the ground as she walked.
As the last bit of distance was crossed, she sank into his arms, gripping him tightly, and Steve closed his eyes.
"Nat," he whispered, all of his relief audible in his tone, and buried a hand in her locks, feeling his heartbeat slow down as she pressed against his chest. Everything was alright now.