Steve and Natasha
Steve had long ago mastered burying anything that bothered him when the people needed his face - smiling, strong - to be there. But under it all he wasn't perfect. and he was keeping a lot close to the chest.
He trusted Natasha explicitly. They'd spent too long together for him to do anything but pure trust. She was his second closest friend. He laughed, lips twisting into a small smirk. "Won't be me, that's for sure. Are we taking bets on this?"