Basically, Natasha can't stop stealing Steve's clothes.

Steve searched through his closet again and sighed. He must have left it somewhere.

He was missing his favorite hoodie and had been looking for it all day.

While Steve normally wasn't one to be picky about his clothes, this hoodie was the best.

It was lightweight, warm, comfortable, and fit him perfectly. Not to mention the navy blue color of it made his eyes pop more then normal.

Slightly irritated, Steve put on a different sweatshirt and went downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Standing at the stove was Natasha....wearing Steve's hoodie.

"Is that my hoodie?" Steve asked.

Natasha turned around from the stove and looked at Steve innocently. "This one?"

Steve nodded. "Yeah."

Natasha shrugged. "Probably. Do you want it back?"

Steve looked at her, confused and slightly amazed that she looked so good in it. "Well, eventually yeah. But I guess you can wear it for today."

Natasha smirked. "Thanks. You're the best." She said, placing a kiss on Steve's cheek and making him blush.

Natasha turned back to the stove. "I'm making pancakes, want any?"

"Sure. Want me to help?"

Natasha pointed to the fridge. "Cut up some of those strawberries to go with them, would you?"

Steve nodded and did as she said.

They ate breakfast together in silence before Natasha had to go to training. She stood up and said goodbye to Steve before walking towards the elevator.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Here's your hoodie back Rogers." She said, taking it off and tossing it to him, walking towards the elevator in nothing but her leggings and a bra.

Steves eyes widened and he caught the hoodie, slowly watching as she left the room.

Now he had one more reason to like this hoodie.

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All of the avengers were on missions except for Natasha and Steve. They were planning on having a movie night but Steve couldn't find his shirt.

He swore that he had left it hanging over his closet door but now it was gone.

Sighing, Steve grabbed a white tank top and headed down to the movie room Tony had installed.

Natasha was already sitting on the couch with popcorn in her lap when he sat down besides her.

Steve sighed. "Nat, you're wearing my shirt again."

Natasha shrugged. "It's comfy."

Steve sighed and leaned back to watch the movie. Natasha curled up next to him and slowly grabbed his hand.

Steve couldn't help but smile as her fingers moved slowly over his palm.

In fact, he was so enthralled with holding her hand that he wasn't paying any attention to the movie.

Natasha knew the effect she was having on him but didn't say anything. If she was being honest, she loved holding his hand.

Once their movie ended, Steve stood up slowly. "Hey Nat,"

She turned around. "Hm?"

"Keep my shirt. It looks better on you anyways." He flirted before going upstairs.

Natasha smirked at his boldness and walked into her room to go to sleep.

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Steve was hardly awake when he heard someone in his room.

He shot out of his bed and prepared to fight whoever it was.

He sighed when he looked up and saw Natasha, standing only in a towel in front of his closet.

"What the hell are you doing Nat?"

"Looking for something to wear." She said, nonchalantly as if searching through his clothes was normal.

Steve rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I suppose you couldn't do that in your own closet?"

Natasha shook her head, pulling a hoodie out of the closet. "Nope. I like your clothes better."

Steve sighed but didn't stop her. He did love seeing her in his clothes.

Clint came into Steve's room shortly after Natasha left and Steve sighed. "What?" He asked.

"Why the hell did Nat just leave your room in nothing but a towel?" Clint asked.

Steve sighed, realizing how it looked to her protective friend. "She was stealing my clothes. Don't ask me why, she's been doing it all week."

Clint frowned. "Stealing your clothes? What do you mean?"

"She came in and said she needed something to wear, took one of my hoodies, and left."

Clint was still confused but Steve didn't bother trying to explain any further.

Before either of them could say anything, Natasha walked back into Steve's room, wearing his hoodie and sweatpants. "Rodgers, Fury wants us for a mission briefing."

Steve got out of bed and sighed. "See you later Clint."

He followed Natasha out of his room and she smirked. "I didn't realise you and Clint were a thing." She joked.

Steve rolled his eyes. "He saw you leaving my room in a towel and got all protective."

Natasha smiled. "Yeah? Wonder why." She said.

Steve smiled a little. "Well he's even more confused now as to why you keep taking my clothes. Which I would like to know as well."

"Your clothes are bigger, comfortable, plus they smell good. Do you have a problem with it?"

Steve blushed and shook his head. "Not at all. Just curious...and are you saying a smell good?" He teased.

Natasha shrugged. "No, I said your clothes smell good. I was only implying that you smell good."

Steve smiled and let the conversation end as the approached Fury's office.

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For the fourth time that week, Steve woke up to find Natasha standing in his room wearing nothing but a towel, searching through his closet.

"Morning Nat." Steve said, sitting up so he could see over his covers.

"Morning Cap." She said, rumaging through his shirts.

When she finally picked one, she turned to Steve. "Where do you keep your sweatpants?"

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. She had never taken anything but shirts and hoodies from him.

She found a pair to her liking and walked towards Steve's bathroom. "Mind if I change in here?" She asked.

Steve shook his head.

She cane out a few minutes later in Steve's clothes and plopped herself down beside Steve.

"How'd you sleep?" Natasha asked.

Steve shrugged. "Fine, you?"

Natasha forced a sarcastic smile. "Fantastic."

Steve frowned, seeing right through her facade. "You get them too?"

"Get what?"

"The nightmares?"

Natasha nodded. "How'd you know?"

"I get them too. I can see how tired you are."

Natasha shrugged. "Yeah, well. I don't get much sleep. Actually, you're hoodies help. They make it feel warmer. Not so dark. Sounds stupid but for about an hour or so, I get some sleep." She admitted, staring straight ahead of them.

Steve frowned. Feeling guilty about how.much he teased her for stealing his clothes. "I'm sorry Nat."

She shrugged. "Don't worry about it Rogers." She said, smiling sadly.

Steve laid down again, patting the pillow next to him. "Wanna lay down for a minute?" He suggested.

She didn't respond but did lay down. Steve sighed. "I always feel like I'm stuck in the ice again, but sometimes I don't wake up. Other times it's someone I love watching me from outside the ice but they keep aging while I'm frozen. Then they die in front of me." He admitted, hoping to make her feel less alone.

Natasha sighed. "They're never the same. Sometimes it's in the red room , other times it's here. With you or Clint. I always watch you guys die. Doesn't matter what I do."

Steve sighed and put his arm closer to Natasha. She noticed his hesitatation to come closer and made the move herself, wrapping her arm around his stomach and putting her head on his shoulder.

"You always appear in my dreams too Natasha. Sometimes you die, other times I have to say goodbye to you right before I crash into the ocean. I'm constantly afraid of losing you because you're my best friend."

"Steve, I think we both know that there's a bigger reason to why we have such painful dreams about losing each other."

Steve nodded, it was true. He loved her and he was pretty sure that she felt the same.

"You're right. But for right now, let's not address that. Why don't we try and get some more sleep?" Steve suggested.

Natasha nodded and closed her eyes.

Steve sighed. Maybe having Natasha steal his clothes was a good thing.

THREE UPDATES IN ONE DAY. GOD I REALLY NEED TO GET A LIFE.

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