The car ride was silent. Bruce would stare at Natasha who wouldn't even look at her. When the car stopped at the tower, she got out and took her things. She made her way upstairs to her room and slumped down onto her bed.

16 missed calls, 42 voicemails and 124 text messages. Then there was a soft knocking at the door.

"Yeah?" She lazily asked.

"I-It's me Steve, open up."

She opened the door to see Steve standing there.

"Listen I just wanted to talk. Wanna go lunch or something? N-Not that-"

"I would love that actually. I feel like I need to open up to someone. Big time." Natasha said with a small smirk.

They walked together out the tower and downtown to a local café. They sat outside, and Natasha looked up at Steve.

"Sorry. I just..that house. It had sentimental value to me. Whenever I was stressed of was down, I would go there. Now it's gone, it's a chunk of my life gone you know? Home is home. I've never really had a home." She told him.

"You do have a home. It's us, the Avengers, even the tower! You can't hold anything back. And as you said, home is home. What's wrong with that?" Steve replied. "So is basically a getaway house?"

She nodded and sighed.

"Why don't you just talk to someone? I know people want space, but what's the result of that?" He asked her.

She looked up and looked into his eyes. She felt light. Like a book, like she could just be read by, but kept and adored.

"I don't know..Since when did you become a therapist?" She chuckled and nudged him.

"Never. That's the gift from God. Talking."