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Five times Natasha and Steve accidentally sleep together (and one time they do on purpose)
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Steve hears footsteps on the cold, kitchen tiles, too soft to be Tony or Clint, definitely not Thor. It might be Bruce - the man could be damn near silent when he wanted to be.
Steve glances up as Natasha walks towards him, over to the counter next to the stove and one of Bruce's fancy electric teakettles (and was it really that difficult to boil water the old fashioned way - no, Tony, that doesn't mean over a fire made by rubbing two sticks together.)
"Can't sleep, Cap?" She stands on her toes to reach one of the mugs on the shelf above the sink, glancing over her shoulder at him the entire time. She doesn't so much as wobble.
"Haven't you heard? Captain America doesn't need sleep."
She laughs, soft and quiet as she pours the hot water into her cup. "Just because Clint and Tony gossip more than an eighty year old grandmother doesn't mean the rest of us pay any attention to what the tabloids have to say."
Steve chuckles, raising his mug in salute.
Steve's always liked Natasha - she isn't one to engage in stilted conversation, or say any unnecessary words. She sits across the table from him, taking a sip of her tea, as comfortable sitting in companionable silence as she is trading barbs with Clint or laughing with Thor.
Steve's head slowly starts to droop, chin drifting down towards his chest. He loses his grip on his mug, but Natasha is there, catching it with a quick flick of her palm before it falls to the floor. She pushes the mug to the center of the table where it's in no danger of falling, then runs her fingers through his hair, startling him - both with the contact and the surprising gentleness behind it.
"Go to sleep, Captain," she says softly, and Steve does.
2
"Jarvis allow Clint to program the DVR again?"
Steve doesn't jump. He might flinch a little, but he does not jump. He turns his head, arching an eyebrow like he hasn't been surprised by Natasha's sudden appearance.
She smirks, barely making a sound as she drops into the space beside him on the couch. She shifts one of her legs under her body, letting the other hang over the cushion, almost but not quite touching the floor.
"His taste is... questionable," Steve says, flicking his eyes in her direction before going back to pretending to watch the screen.
"It's deplorable," she fires back, lips twisting into a wry smile.
Steve laughs quietly, letting the conversation lull into silence. Natasha drags the toe of her foot along the floor, movement slowing until finally, it stops. Her head drops onto his shoulder, hair tickling his neck, and he's surprised to find he's comfortable - peaceful, even when Bruce walks past, pausing on his way out of the kitchen to stare. Steve acknowledges him with a nod.
He raises his eyebrows but doesn't say a word, just takes his tea and heads back to his lab. Steve lets his head tip against the back of the couch, eyes drifting shut.
3
Clint and Tony don't react as quietly as Bruce, of course.
Natasha leans into Steve's shoulder, resting her hand over his on his knee, and Clint stops short as he walks around the couch, crossing his arms as he slowly glances from Natasha to Steve and back again.
"Don't you two look cozy," he drawls, smirk pulling at his lips.
"I will kill you in your sleep, Barton," Natasha says, and Steve honestly worries for a moment until he sees she's smiling.
Tony doesn't even bother pausing as he passes. "Remember to use protection, kids," Tony quips over his shoulder, and Steve throws a pillow at the back of his head, satisfied when he yelps as it hits.
"Nice shot, Cap," Natasha says, and he grins.
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