Who: Steve and Natasha
What: Very seriously dating
Where: Their house
When: Sunday night


It had been very nerve wracking to ask her and really he hadn't expected her to say yes. But he'd done it and she'd agreed and Steve was totally in love with her because she was special and amazing and have a real mean right hook. So of course he wanted to go steady. That night - like you did when you were practically engaged to be thirteen year old married- Natasha went to sleep under the covers and Steve slept on top, their hands nearly holding, beside each other on the comforter.

When he awoke it was with his face buried in red and blonde hair, the feel of her body slotted easily against his own and his arm possessive around her waist. It took a moment, Steve blinked slowly as he breathed, deep and easy. Which was strange. It hadn't been easy when he'd fallen asleep.

Then came the pajama pants which were up to his knees and the shirt up to his pecs.

And was that his hand on her stomach?

Wait why was he in bed with a woman and where was his best guy?

Steve sat up quick, relieved to see Natasha as things started coming back, the week that had passed, being a kid again and all the silliness that entailed.