Written for Ash, because, well, Wanderers ;)
I hope y'all like it, I'm looking forward to your feedback :)
Damsel In Distress
Steve didn't know for how long he'd been drifting around in a state of semi-consciousness, pain pulsing through his body, the coolness of the chains around his wrists, ankles and torso biting his bare skin. He could barely remember how he'd gotten here, only that he'd answered the door expecting the pizza delivery guy... was Domino's evil now?
Was pizza evil?
Steve suspected that the several punches in his face had confused his brain a little bit, he was having some weird thoughts...
The loud creaking of the metal door ripped him out of his daze, and he blinked against the light that was suddenly streaming into the room. A silhouette was standing out against the light – long legs, curly hair...
"Come on, Rogers, seriously? I was watching Dance Moms and you ruined it because you can't be left alone for one second. I would have gotten myself out of this situation on my own within five minutes."
Natasha stood there with her hands on her hips, and when Steve's eyes had gotten used to the new light conditions he realised that she looked more than annoyed.
Before he could stop himself, he replied dryly: "I'm sorry, I didn't have a hairpin on me!"
"Okay, that's it, I'm leaving. If you want to make fun of my methods or how useful accessoires can be..."
She threw her hands up in the air with a shrug and turned around, starting to leave the room; Steve rolled his eyes and tried to sit up, wincing from the pain. "Wait, Tasha, please. I didn't mean it like that... I have a hell of a headache and I'm starving... I think they killed the pizza guy."
"You have luck you're so cute, Rogers," Natasha growled before opening his chains and pulling him to his feet. "But I won't carry you outside, even though you're obviously a damsel in distress."
A/N: I seriously don't know how I drifted off to this, I'm so sorry XD