Steve is sometimes terrified of getting on the quinjet because he gets flashbacks to crashing in the ice so Natasha tries to help him. Basically this is me feeling like Marvel didn't really account for the trauma that I think Steve would have had after crashing a fucking plane into water and then being frozen for 75 years. 

The Avengers didn't have time for fear. 

They spent so much time saving the world that they often didn't get the chance to fight off the demons that each of them carried with them everywhere they went. 

Tony dealt with anxiety, Bruce with the fear that he would hurt his loved ones, Clint was secretly terrified of being compromised again, Thor had serious family issues, and Natasha, well she lived in fear of everything she had done in her past. 

Steve was harder to read. 

Most of the Avengers assumed that his demons stemmed from his time fighting in the war. 

There was only one person who noticed the way that he tensed up every time they stepped foot on the quinjet, the way he always had a sweatshirt with him in case it was particularly cold in a restaurant, and most of all the way that he didn't ever sleep. 

Natasha was observant enough to see that there was more to Steve Rogers then what most other people saw, and the better they got to know each other, the more she wished she could help him somehow. 

It wasn't until they sent her and Steve on a mission to Russia together that she realized just how much he was struggling. 

The flight was nearly 6 hours long and they were flying over an ocean. None of which made Steve overly excited for the journey. 

Natasha had noticed his hesitation the moment she saw him. He had barely looked at the plane and seemed to delay his boarding as long as he could, and when he finally did get on, Natasha couldn't help but frown at the way his hands grasped the bag he was carrying tightly. 

"You alright?" Natasha dared to ask, her voice quiet but reassuring. 

Steve nodded, setting his things down and taking a seat next to her. They were flying in on a private jet instead of the quinjet but Steve still didn't like flying, "Fine. Just a little tired." 

Natasha knew he was lying but she wasn't going to push him to divulge his fears to her when she had kept her own a secret her entire life. 

She accepted his lie with a small nod and sat down besides him, handing him a small file with the information they would need for their mission. 

They were posing as Chris and Scarlett Johansson, a rich American couple who was looking to purchase weapons to make their business safer.  Natasha never minded playing the part of Steve's wife so she was looking forward to seeing how often she could make him blush during the mission. 

Steve took it but didn't open it up to read. His hands remained tightly wrapped around the arm-rest and his leg bounced up and down ever so slightly. 

Natasha figured he was too distracted to read the file so she took it upon herself to try and distract him from his obvious discomfort.

"We're posing as another rich married couple. Chris and Scarlett Johansson: american, owners of a large hotel business, no kids, and no living relatives. We're looking for weapons our security staff can handle so that our building is safer," She said, explaining everything that was in the file. 

Steve nodded slightly, "That it?" 

Natasha nodded. The plane jerked for a moment, having hit a bit of turbulence and Steve closed his eyes, holding onto the armrest so tightly that Natasha thought he might indent it. 

His breathing was quicker then normal and Natasha could tell that even he couldn't get a complete grip over his fear. She noticed his eyes dart out the window and then he let out a quiet groan. They were above water now. 

Natasha frowned at his obvious discomfort and placed her hand on top of her, "Steve, you don't have to pretend in front of me." 

He nodded slowly, "I hate flying." 

She gently pulled his hand from the armrest, replacing it with her hand and giving his a light squeeze, "I know."

"How?" Steve asked, trying to distract himself from the flight. 

Natasha sighed, "I'm a spy, it's my job to notice a persons fears. Every time we got into a jet, you'd tense up and act more nervous than usual...and it makes sense. You were frozen for 75 years inside of a plane. I don't think I'd be overly fond of flying either." 

Steve held her hand tightly, but not so much that it hurt, "It's not just that. Back in the war, I watched so many planes go down. Flying anywhere in Europe was like walking through a field full of mines. The bombs going off around us made for a lot of turbulence too."

Natasha frowned, feeling her heart ache at the fear creeping into his normally confident voice, "You know nothing is going to happen to us right?" 

Steve nodded but it wasn't reassuring. 

"Look at me Steve," Natasha instructed lightly. 

He did so, his eyes locking with hers. 

"Worst case scenario, we parachute out of the plane. But that's not going to happen because even if the plane does start going down, I'm the second best pilot Shield's got and I don't think I'll have much of a problem keeping us in the air. So just try not to think about it alright?" 

Steve nodded. Natasha's words shouldn't have been as reassuring as they were considering the sheer bluntness of them, but he felt significantly better hearing her logic. 

She watched him, concern written all over her face and Steve decided that's how he would distract himself. By thinking of all the things he loved about Natasha. 

Natasha was beautiful, that much could be seen by anyone with a set of eyes...or in Fury's case, one eye. But Steve felt a little extra lucky that he knew that she was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. 

She kept her kindness and humor between a select few and Steve was just glad to be one of the people she opened up to. 

"Needles," Natasha said, drawing him out of his thoughts. 

Steve frowned, "Huh?"

"You don't like planes...I don't like needles. Back in the Red Room, they always meant pain. Most of their torture methods involved injecting you with so many drugs that you'd lose almost all sense of reality. Other times they'd slash us open and toss us a needle and thread. If you couldn't manage to stitch yourself up, you'd bleed out."

For some reason, Steve was surprised at Natasha's confession. He often helped stitch up her wounds after missions and he had never noticed her seem uneasy at the sight of a needle. 

She seemed to read his thoughts because before he could respond she spoke up again, "Before you ask, it's not as scary when you're the one stitching my wounds because I know you'd never hurt me. Why do you think I won't go to the medics after missions?" 

Steve nodded, it made more sense now, "You don't trust them." 

She nodded again, "You and Clint are the only ones I'd willingly let stick me with a needle." 

Steve couldn't help but smile, she knew he trusted her, but she had never said the same to him, "You trust me?" 

Natasha nodded, "I thought that was clear when I left Shield because you said it was compromised."

Steve smiled, almost forgetting that he was even on a plane, "Well, I didn't want to assume." 

Natasha rolled her eyes. Steve glanced out the window again and sighed, now the water was the only thing he could see for miles. 

"Don't think about it Steve. Focus on me," Natasha instructed, gently pulling his chin towards her. 

She reached over and shut the window, "The more you think about it, the worse it'll feel." 

Steve sighed, "I know. There's only so many distractions on a plane though." 

Natasha couldn't help but smirk as an idea popped into her head, "Well, you've got me. I can think of quite a few things we could do for another five hours." 

Steve blushed. He wasn't sure if she was implying anything dirty, but the look in her eyes certainly gave him that impression, "Like what?" 

Natasha stood up and casually walked to the cockpit where their pilot was, making sure the door was locked before strutting back to Steve.

"Well for starters, we need to come up with a background for Chris and Scarlett." 

Steve laughed quietly, "Alright. How'd they meet?" 

Natasha crossed her legs in her seat, grinning slightly as though this was a game, "We both had an internship at a hotel and were competing for a paid job." 

Steve laughed, "Alright."

"First date?" 

Steve paused, taking a moment to think about it. 

They went on like this for an hour or so, asking ridiculous questions and coming up with obscure answers that were still realistic. 

The end result was that Chris and Scarlett met during an internship where they hated each other at first because of the fierce competition, but eventually Chris fell for Scarlett and asked her to go to the movies with him even after she had won the job. They saw Titanic together and then went on several more dates before having their first kiss in the back on Chris's pickup truck while they stargazed. A year and six months later, he proposed while taking a walk on the beach because, according to Natasha, "He's a fucking sap." 

That was as far as they had gotten before Natasha had made Steve into a complete stuttering mess by asking, "So when did they first sleep together." 

He had nearly choked on the air, "What?" 

Natasha raised an eyebrow, "C'mon Steve, you're not that old. When did they first have sex? Did they wait til marriage, do it early on, you know. What were the circumstances." 

Steve blushed, "No one is going to ask us that." 

Natasha shrugged, "You sure about that?"

Steve wanted to argue but he knew that either way, she was going to make him answer the question, "Alright...maybe the night he proposed."

"Cliche." 

Steve rolled his eyes, "Well what do you think?" 

Natasha smirked, "I think they did it on a plane."

Steve gulped, his blood rushing to his cheeks again, "Why?" 

Natasha shrugged, "Maybe Chris is afraid of flying and needed a distraction."

"That would certainly be a distraction," Steve whispered, his heart pounding as Natasha lifted the arm-rest between them, climbing into his lap and resting her hands on both his shoulders. 

The joking was done now. If this was going to happen, they both needed to be completely honestly about why. 

"Nat," Steve breathed out, his voice wrecked, "I don't want you to do this if it's just to help me." 

"I wouldn't do anything I don't want to do Steve. To be honest, I've thought about this for a long time now," Natasha admitted, her breath mingling with Steve's. 

Steve nodded, "Me too. But I don't just want a one time thing Natasha. If you'll let me, I want to take you out, on a real date." 

Natasha grinned, "To see Titanic?" 

Steve laughed, "Sure. If that's what you want to do then that's where we'll go."

"Well in that case I'd love to go on a real date," Natasha said with a small smile. 

Steve grinned, "Really?" 

"Yeah but first you're gonna kiss me."

Steve smiled, "Yes, ma'am." 

He happily obliged, pulling her lips down to his in a passionate kiss. 

Natasha kissed back and pressed a button on the side of Steve's chair that sent it reclining as far back as he could. 

He pulled away in surprise and laughed before kissing her again. 

"Distracted yet?" Natasha whispered against his lips.

Steve nodded, "Yes."

Natasha grinned, "Good." 

They spent the rest of the flight 'distracting' one another. 

Hey guys. I'm sad because today should be the day we all see Natasha on the big screen but corona, so I decided to give you all a bit of a fluffy chapter before some more major angst coming up. I hope you all enjoyed and if you did, please comment and vote. Like always, I hope you're all healthy and safe!