A/N: so I just randomly decided to make a chapter.....
Need more reasons for that?
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The quiet footsteps of Steve could be heard from him when Natasha awoke, drifting her back into the calm darkness.
"Natasha?" Steve poked his head into the room, only to see her still sleeping.
"Hmm?" Natasha mumbled back, clearly just pulled out of her dream.
Steve moved his way over to their bed and sat down next to her, noticing that she was still wearing her costume and smelled like snow and blood.
"Natasha you need to take a shower, if you have any wounds they can get infected."
Natasha rolled over to face him with closed eyes. "Those soldiers never hit me."
Steve watched her as she rubbed her eyes and opened them slowly.
Natasha peered closely at her suit and sniffed, cringing when she smelled more than just blood and snow.
"Can you start a bath for me please? I'm smelling dirt, snow, blood, and sweat and it's starting to reek."
Steve burst out laughing and Natasha gave him a swat to the head.
"Alright alright! I'm going!" Steve chuckled to himself and closed the doors to the bathroom.
When Natasha heard running water, she started to strip down out of her costume.
With blood and sweat mixed together, it's quite a struggle to get it off.
Finally, after a few minutes of careful tugging, she got it off.
Natasha wrapped herself in a soft cloth towel, probably there when she was going to shower before her sleepy haze.
"Natasha! It's ready!" Steve called from behind the door.
The redhead smiled and walked into the bathroom, only to see Steve has removed his costume in place for some grey slacks and no shirt.
Natasha raised a elegant eyebrow and smirked. "What's this about Rogers?"
Steve ducked his head shyly, a faint blush appeared on his cheeks.
"I...I wanted to wash you..."
Natasha padded lightly over to Steve and lifted his face up with her hand.
She removed her hand from under his chin and placed it lightly on his cheek.
"I wouldn't mind if you washed me, it would leave me more time to rest." Natasha gave him another small smile and removed her towel.
Steve isn't scared of seeing Natasha naked anymore,(he did do a full body paint on her after all) but to him, even with all those scars, she's still beautiful.
He lifted Natasha up and carefully placed her into the tub.
Opening a bottle of liquid soap, he poured some out in his hands and rubbed them together.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and started washing Natasha.
Steve paid more attention to were there was more blood and dirt on her than anything else.
When he was washing her stomach, Steve accidentally traced his fingers on the long scar trailing from her waist to just below her chest.
Natasha let out a low moan of pain and sucked in a breath.
"Natasha I'm sorry!"
"It's okay. The scar still hasn't healed properly yet."
He resumed washing her and this time, he was gentler in that area.
~X~
A few hours after both had been cleaned, they ate some leftovers at the tower and went to bed.
Steve had his arms wrapped around Natasha, and she was sleeping soundly.
The thing was, Steve couldn't fall asleep.
He had to much to think about.
Why had Hydra wanted Natasha when she had spilled all their secrets onto the Internet?
Why did Hydra have Loki's staff and how'd they get it?
All these 'whys' with no answers, they were making Steve restless.
Natasha opened her eyes slowly as she could sense her partner moving just a bit to much.
"Steve, everything alright?"
Steve looked down and saw her worried face, and he sighed.
"Sorry I woke you up, I was thinking."
"Thinking about what?" Natasha started rubbing small circles on his arm to relax his tense body.
"Hydra, the team, you."
Natasha stopped rubbing circles on him and wrapped her arms around his chest and pulled him closer to her.
"Thanks Natasha."
"For what?"
"Just for being alive."
Natasha looked up at him again and slowly with her hand, brought his under her shirt to place it on the jagged scar made by the dagger.
Steve watched for a bit and turned his head at her with confusion.
"Steve, I could've died, but I didn't. I was lucky I was spared so I could be with you."
Steve saw her blink a tear away and continue.
"When you aren't here I sometimes I look at it and I cry. I cry because I had to stay away from you longer than I hoped to. And sometimes, I wonder why I'm not dead."
Steve just stared at her while she silently cried. He placed his hand on her cheek this time and brought her face closer to his.
"Steve what are you doi-"
Steve brought his lips to hers and kissed her.
Natasha tilted her head so she could get a better grip and pushed back.
They broke apart when Natasha hit the headboard.
"Oww" Natasha smiled and placed a hand on the back of her head.
"Well, that's one way to stop kissing."
Natasha swatted him again and Steve just laughed.
"You are such a dork sometimes."
"But I'm your adorable dork."
Natasha stuck her tongue at him like a child and hugged him.
"Don't get cocky Rogers."
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A/N: ok actually there is one more reason this chapter exists.
I felt last chapter was to rushed and to short. So I made a longer chapter with better quality.
Also, since this is on AoU timeline. We are in the weeks leading up to the party Ultron crashed(I also love jealous Steve so I'm having Natasha hanging out with Bruce like friends but Steve thinks that she love him)

Happy Reading!
~Forever RedWind