More Than Skin Deep - for steverogers_cpt
Part of her wished that Steve hadn't changed out of his uniform. It would have been something distracting for her to gently tease him about while they waited at SHIELD medical for Natasha's appointment. The entire staff was more busy than Tasha could ever remember seeing. She didn't want to think about why, it only made her feel guilty, but the fact that one of SHIELD's assassins was down and the leader of the Avengers quit? The lower level SHIELD agents were getting hurt a lot more often because they were in situations they weren't ready for.
Tasha didn't say a word to Steve about it, though. In fact she was doing everything she promised herself she wouldn't do now that she'd gotten her second chance with him. She was still protecting him, still treating him like a crystal figurine instead of six feet of solid muscles. It was starting to grate on her, though, the fear that Steve would never start acting like himself again. This...it wasn't him. It wasn't the man she risked her life to save so many times, it wasn't the guy she fell in love with, even though a lot of those memories were still patchy at best.
Natasha let out another bored sigh, fidgeting in her chair. "Maybe you should go down to the gym until they're caught up enough to deal with my stitches here." She suggested casually, trying to push him back to his normal routine again. "I can wait by myself." She didn't want to, but she did a very good job at hiding it.
Tasha didn't say a word to Steve about it, though. In fact she was doing everything she promised herself she wouldn't do now that she'd gotten her second chance with him. She was still protecting him, still treating him like a crystal figurine instead of six feet of solid muscles. It was starting to grate on her, though, the fear that Steve would never start acting like himself again. This...it wasn't him. It wasn't the man she risked her life to save so many times, it wasn't the guy she fell in love with, even though a lot of those memories were still patchy at best.
Natasha let out another bored sigh, fidgeting in her chair. "Maybe you should go down to the gym until they're caught up enough to deal with my stitches here." She suggested casually, trying to push him back to his normal routine again. "I can wait by myself." She didn't want to, but she did a very good job at hiding it.