Natasha is super sore and beat up from a mission so Steve tried to help.

Steve waited patiently for Natasha to come home.

She was getting back that night but it seemed to be taking much longer then usual.

Steve would be lying if he said he wasn't worried.

When it was nearly two hours after they were meant to return, Natasha finally limped into the room.

Steve instantly sat up from the couch and smiled for a second, before seeing how pitiful she looked.

Natasha was not someone who often looked like she had been through the ringer. She could have three broken ribs, a bullet wound, and a knife in her shoulder and normally, she still looked calm, composed, and stunning.

But looking at her now, Steve wondered just what type of hell she had been put through.

She was limping more then he had ever seen her. Her skin was pale and bruised, and in some places it was covered in blood that Steve hoped wasn't hers. Even Natasha's typically neat braid had mostly fallen out.

"Oh my god. Nat what happened?" Steve said, jumping up to the couch and running to her.

"We got ambushed at the base," She started, wincing in pain when Steve wrapped his arm around her waist to help her get to their bed, "I took a few hits. We got the information though."

Steve shook his head and gently helped Natasha lay back on the bed. "You really think I care about the information right now?" He said, teasing her a little.

Natasha shrugged and instantly frowned at the sudden pain.

"Why didn't you go to the doctors when you got back?" Steve asked, going to the closet and pulling out their first aid kit.

Natasha closed her eyes, trying to ease the pain, "We were already late getting back, all I wanted to do was come back home and see you. It's been almost two weeks since we were both here."

Steve sighed and looked over Natasha's body, trying to decide what he should try and bandage first. "You're the most stubborn woman that I know...what hurts the most?"

Natasha gave him a dry chuckle, "Is everything an appropriate answer?"

"No."

Natasha sighed, "Probably my ribs. I think I have a few broken ones."

Helping Natasha sit up, Steve frowned, "You're gonna need to change clothes before I can help with much...can you do it on your own?" He asked hesitantly.

Natasha nodded and sat up, wincing in pain as she did so. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, "On second thought, I may need your help."

Steve set down the first aid kit on the bed and helped Natasha stand up before unzipping her black widow suit.

After helping her remove it be quickly grabbed one of his shirts and a pair of her shorts and helped her dress.

"Thank you," Natasha said quietly, laying back down, "If I could lean up to kiss you right now I would."

Steve laughed a little before bending down slightly to place a short kiss on her lips.

She smiled up at him and he lifted up her shirt so that he could see her ribs, which were black and blue. He gently put pressure on them and frowned as Natasha quickly inhaled, tensing up.

"Nat you probably have like five broken ribs. How did this even happen?" He asked, worry lacing his voice.

Natasha gave him a small shrug as he began wrapping her ribs tightly, causing her face to contort in pain again, "I don't know. It probably happened when one of those assholes hit me with his car."

Steve's eyes widened, "You got hit by a car??!"

Natasha rolled her eyes, "Relax, it was a small one and it wasn't going that fast."

Steve shook his head in disbelief and looked back up at Natasha, "What else hurts?"

"My shoulder. It probably needs stiches. I did a half ass job of tending to it during the flight over."

Steve moved so that he was closer to Natasha's shoulder and he started stitching the wound, trying to ignore the pained look in her eyes as he did so.

When he finally finished he could hear the deep exhale that came from her.

"What else?" Steve asked, looking over her arms and legs again for any injuries.

"I'm fine Steve, you got the two big problems now come lay with me. If you spend all night trying to mend me then I'm gonna regret not going to the doctor."

Steve rolled his eyes and grabbed a towel and some alcohol. "Fine, let me clean some of these cuts and then I'll let it go until morning."

"Fine. Make it quick though." She said.

Steve poured some of the alcohol on her many open wounds and wiped them clean with the towels. Taking more time then Natasha wanted him to because he cleaned every single cut.

"Hey Steve. I thought of something else that hurts." She said, struggling to prop herself up on her elbows.

Steve set down the supplies and frowned with worry, "What is it?"

"My lips. Mind tending to them?" She asked, a smirk appearing on her face.

Steve sighed and shook his head, but moved towards her lips anyways, kissing her lightly despite her attempts to pull him closer.

"You're such a damn tease Rogers." She said, frowning as he pulled away.

"When you don't have five broken ribs and a stab wound on your shoulder then we can do whatever you want." Steve said, finally putting away the first aid kit and laying beside Natasha.

"I'm gonna hold you to that soldier." Natasha flirted, holding Steve's hand under the cover.

"Good." Steve answered with a smirk before placing a kiss on Natasha's forehead and wishing her goodnight.

Natasha closed her eyes and sighed in contentment as Steve's other hand began slowly brushing through her tangled red hair.

She might have been in a ton of pain, but being with Steve made it all go away for a minute, and honestly she never wanted to move from his arms.

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