Steve's POV

Natasha had taken the wheel. She went a little faster than I was okay with.
"Nat, slow down." I said to her. Giving her a worried look.
She smiled. "Calm down Rogers, I have driven a car before you know." She said giving me a smirk. I noticed that she did slow down though and I chuckled.
"Wait, where are we going?" I said, not having any clue. This time, I was the confused one.
"You'll see." She said, smiling at me.
I looked at her for a while, she looked very concentrated and beautiful. Her red hair kept falling in her face and she kept wiping it away.
"Eyes on the road, Rogers. I might not be such a safe driver after all." She said giving me a flirty smile.
"No it's okey." I said, smiling. "I trust you." I didn't look away from her.

Natasha's POV

He trusts me? That was something new, I didn't know what to answer. I gave him a look and smiled. He made me happy. I really didn't want to disappoint him.
I looked at him for a while.
"Eyes on the road, Romanoff." He said with a huge smile on his face. "I'm not dying in a car accident."
I blushed, taking my eyes of Steve and onto the road.

Steve's POV

We had been driving for a while before we came close to a rather normal, but big, house. Natasha parked the car outside and stepped out.
"What is this place?" I asked her.
"It's my house." She said, without showing any emotions at all.
"Doesn't SHIELD know about this place?" I asked curiously.
"No, actually, no one does. Well, expect for you. It's kind of my hiding place." She said, looking at me.
I followed Natasha into the house.

It was a pretty normal house. It just had a little touch from Natasha. There was a living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and so one. But there was also a fighting room, gun room and a dance studio. She showed me around.
"It's nice." I said.
She smiled. "Well, it's something." She said.
It was pretty late when we arrived at the house and we went to bed almost at once. I slept in the same bed as Natasha again. Only this time, I was the one dragging her closer to me. She didn't mind.

Next morning I woke up, realising Natasha had left my side. I went looking for her. I looked in the basement (where the fighting room was), she wasn't there but I could tell she had been. She had been sitting on a chair, throwing knives at a target. Every single knife sat in the middle of the target. Perfectly thrown. Surprised that she wasn't there, I kept looking for her. I soon heard a beautiful melody and realised where she was.
I quietly stood by the door as I saw Natasha jumping around, making beautiful twirls. She was dressed in a ballet skirt and ballet shoes. She wore a white top and her red hair was as usual, hanging down her shoulders. She kept twirling around until she suddenly stopped and sat down on the floor. She looked in to the mirror in front of her and realised I was standing in the door.
She stood up and I came towards her. We met in the middle of the room.
She looked so beautiful.
"Good..." She didn't get to finish her sentence before I kissed her. I put my hand on her cheek and our lips met. She stood on her toes, kissing me back. I soon let her go but our faces were still very close.
"Morning." She finished, breathing out.