Tumblr Writing Prompt: "What kind of assassins warn their targets?"
Nightly Visitor
Steve rolled over in his bed with a sigh, kicking his blankets off and sighed as he felt a little bit of cool air on his sweat covered skin. It was way too warm in his flat; the summer heat was pressing down on Washington and kept him from sleeping.
Deciding to go to the kitchen to have a drink, he opened his eyes, but jerked backwards in shock as he saw a silhouette, standing only two steps away from him. He braced himself for the attack, but it didn't come – the person just took a step forwards, so the moonlight fell onto her face.
"Natasha?! What the hell?! Couldn't you knock?" Steve exclaimed and grabbed for his blankets – he didn't feel comfortable about her seeing him in his boxershorts. He was glad it was dark enough for her to be unable to spot him blushing.
"What kind of an assassin warns her target, Steve?" Natasha asked and grinned before sitting down on the edge of his bed, her eyes running over his body and lingering a bit too long for his taste.
"Are you here to kill me, Nat?" He snorted, glad that he sounded more confident than he felt as he pulled the blanket a bit higher.
"Did you give me a reason, Steve?"
"Not that I remember. So, why are you here?"
"Do you have ice cream?" Natasha asked in a very serious tone and Steve chuckled; Natasha was the only person he knew in the world that would break into his apartement in the middle of the night because she had ran out of ice cream.