Inspired by the recent article talking about a scene they didn't end up filming between cap, Nat and Sam.

In the time since the Avengers had broken apart, Natasha, Steve, and Sam had had their fair share of rough days.

Today was definitely one of those days.

They had been in transit to a new safehouse when Ross and his men had somehow tracked them down, cornering them in an alleyway and forcing them to fight their way out of arrest.

Sam had come out of it with a black eye and a bloody knuckle.

Natasha had a bruised rib, a dislocated shoulder, and a shallow cut on her cheek.

Steve had come out with several cuts, a wound on his arm where a bullet had just barely grazed him, and a large bruise on his cheek.

They had eventually made it to the safehouse without anyone on their tail.

Sam had almost instantly passed out on the old dusty couch and Natasha had retreated to the bathroom to try and clean the blood from her face.

That left Steve to try and make a meal for the three of them.

He opened the pantry and found a bag of potatoes that didn't look terribly rotted, so he grabbed those and began attempting to make mashed potatoes.

Half in a trance, he peeled and cut the potatoes before tossing them in some boiled water.

Finishing them off with a small amount of salt, he got some for himself and left some for the other two in the fridge.

He started at the wall before eating and found himself once again in a mislead trance. He had never been more exhausted and drained in his life.

"Steve?" Sam said, walking into the kitchen with a concerned look on his face.

Steve looked up at him, "Yeah?"

Sam frowned, "You're bleeding into your mash potatoes."

Steve looked down and sure enough there was blood dripping from a cut on his arm into the plate of uneaten mashed potatoes.

He looked back up and frowned. Steve stood up and dumped the now ruined potatoes into the trash before grabbing a towel and holding it to the cut, "I'm gonna go try and clean up. There's some more food in the fridge."

Sam nodded, still watching his friend with a concerned look.

Steve walked past him and made his way into the room with the bathroom, completely forgetting that Natasha was in there.

Just as he went to open the door, she stepped out, holding a towel to her cheek and accidently bumping into Steve.

"Sorry," she said quietly, stepping back a bit.

Steve frowned at her and gently grabbed her hand, pulling the towel away from her face to examine her cut.

"You alright?" He asked.

Natasha shrugged, "I've been better. My arm hurts like hell and this is gonna leave a scar but I'll survive."

Steve nodded, examining the makeshift sling she had made for her shoulder.

She frowned and brought her hand up to his arm, "You're still bleeding..."

"Yeah, I was just about to try and clean it up a bit."

Natasha nodded towards the bed in the room, "Sit down, let me help you."

Steve didn't object and sat down as she went back into the bathroom to get more towels and bandages.

"I didn't realize how beat up you got out there Rogers... you're supposed to be the one who can hold his own against those guys."

Steve laughed a little, "Here I was thinking that was you."

Natasha smirked a little bit and began dabbing at the larger cut on his forearm.

"You mind taking off your shirt? It's hard to work around all this fabric," Natasha asked.

Steve shook his head and rid himself of the material, smiling to himself when he noticed Natasha's cheeks get a tad bit redder.

"You been working out Captain?" Natasha teased.

Steve laughed, "If peeling potatoes for meals counts as working out, then yes."

Natasha smirked and continued to clean and wrap his injuries.

Once she was finished she found herself practically straddling Steve's lap as she delicately placed her fingers on the bruise on his cheek, "What happened here?"

Steve shrugged, "Didn't dodge a punch in time."

Natasha clicked her tongue teasingly, "Losing your quick reflexes with age Cap?"

Steve rolled her eyes, "Only when I'm fighting six people at once."

Natasha smiled and found herself getting lost in Steve's eyes.

When she looked at him, the pain of her injuries seemed to dull and the thoughts that weighted down on her every night seemed light as a feather.

He made everything feel okay.

Becoming slightly unsure of himself while Natasha stared at him, Steve brought his hand up to the cut on Natasha's cheek, staring at it with a slight frown, "What happened here?"

"Don't bring fist to a knife fight," Natasha said with a small smirk before continuing, "My gun got knocked out of my hands and two of the men had knives. I held them both off for a minute but eventually one of them grazed me with it."

Steve shook his head and sighed, "That was a rough fight."

Natasha nodded, "They caught us off guard...it won't happen again."

Steve sighed, "I hope not."

Natasha nodded and winced in pain a bit when she sat down besides Steve, her shoulder aching everytime she moved.

"How's your shoulder?"

Natasha shrugged, regretting it quickly, "It hurts. But I'll live."

Steve sighed, "You better. You can't leave me alone with Sam."

Natasha laughed, "The two of you wouldn't last a week without me." She teased lightly.

Steve laughed, "You're joking but I genuinely think we would be captured in less then a few days."

Natasha smiled and shook her head, "Give yourself more credit. You've gotten better at the whole sneaking around thing."

Steve grinned, "Yeah? I learned from the best."

Natasha laughed, "Damn right you did."

Steve smiled and Natasha leaned her head on his shoulder, letting herself relax for just a moment.

"You ever wonder if we'll ever be done with this running?" Steve asked.

"Sometimes. I'm hopeful that we'll be able to settle down eventually. One day, the world is going to face another threat and the government is going to realize they have bigger problems then chasing down rogue heros... they'll need us."

Steve sighed, "And if they don't?"

Natasha gave him a weak smile, turning to look at him, "Then we keep running."

Steve nodded, "Well then let's hope they come to their senses."

Natasha smiled, "I don't know...this isn't so bad. Being on the run with you and Sam...There are worse fates."

"That's true. I'm definitely in good company with you around," He teased, bumping her knee with his.

Natasha laughed, "Feeling a little flirty today Rogers?"

Steve smirked, "You must be rubbing off on me."

Natasha raised her eyebrows at him and smirked, "I would certainly like to rub off on you."

Steve blushed a deep red and laughed a little, "I wouldn't stop you."

Natasha's smirk faded into a genuine smile and she reached up and cupped his face, "Yeah? Would you stop me if I kissed you?"

Steve shook his head, "Not in a million years."

Natasha smiled and leaned in to gently kiss Steve, not originally intending for it to go any further then that, seeing as they were both nursing injuries.

But as they kissed, they both felt themselves being consumed by the need to feel each other, the need to be even closer.

Tongues battled for dominance and before Natasha knew what was happening, she had pushed Steve back onto the bed and crawled over him, placing kisses along his jawline and eliciting a deep moan from his throat.

Her hands roamed all over his bare chest, tracing his abs and running her hands along his arms.

He pulled at the hem of her shirt and she pulled away for a moment to throw it to the other side of the room.

She bent back down to continue kissing Steve passionately. He gently flipped them over, careful not to hurt her shoulder, and began kissing down her neck, making Natasha moan and hold the back of his hand in her good hand.

They only pulled apart when the door opened and they heard Sam gasp in the doorway, "Jesus Christ guys. You couldn't lock the door? Or put a sock on the knob. I did not need to see that." He yelled

Natasha laughed while Steve blushed, scrambling to get off of Natasha and gather their clothes.

"Sorry Sam," Steve said, grinning bashfully.

Natasha grinned and continued to laugh, not even making an effort to put her shirt back on, "I'm not."

Sam frowned but didn't look over at Natasha due to her still not wearing anything but a bra and her leggings.

"I made dinner, that didn't have blood in it...so if you two are finished, there's some in the kitchen," Sam said, shaking his head.

Natasha smirked and got out of the bed, picking her shirt back on and walking over to Steve, kissing him lightly, "Maybe we can pick up where we left off later?"

Steve smiled, "Just remind me to lock the door."

Natasha grinned, "That I can do."

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