The First Fight

Steve spent the day in small missions and helping in the operational sector of the new Tower of Avengers. He checked his cell phone a few times, waiting for some message from Natasha.

Before the accident she used to send him messages all the time. The message contained no texts, only emotes and it was usually the ";-)" just to say that she was thinking about him at that moment.

Natasha didn't send messages all day, Steve was disappointed. He knows she doesn't remember any of it, but it still hurts. And he couldn't even hug her yet, it was very difficult this situation.

At the end of the day, Steve decided to call Natasha to see if she was done working at SHIELD, but she didn't answer. Steve figured she was still busy.

Steve picks up the kids at school whenever is possible, but when he's working, it's harder, so he hired a nanny to pick the kids and to stay with them until he gets home.

Steve drove straight home, he tried to call Natasha once more as he got out of the car. No one answered the call.

Steve arrived at the apartment and as soon as he came in, James came running like a rocket for him.

J: Dad, let's play horseback!

- Mr. Rogers, I'm sorry for the rush, but I have to go.

The nanny approached with Sarah in her lap. Steve picked Sarah up.

S: Alright, Cindy. Thank you. At the weekend, I paid the rest.

Cindy: No problem. Bye, children.

Cindy went away, and James was still waiting, wanting to play. Sarah was already sleepy, and with a pacifier in her mouth, she laid her head on Steve's shoulder. Steve ran his hand over her back.

S: James, give me a minute, I'm going to put Sarah in bed and I need to take a shower first too.

Sarah: Daddy, where's mama?

S: She's working, but she'll be home soon.

Steve put Sarah in her bed and covered her. Steve pulled the pacifier from her mouth.

S: I think you're pretty big for that.

Sarah didn't smile, she looked serious, and looked more tired than the usual. Steve noticed something different about her. Sarah coughed a little.

Sarah: I want my mommy.

S: She's coming home soon, baby.

Sarah: She's not.

S: Of course she is. Go to sleep a little bit, that when she arrives, I'll wake you up to see her.

Sarah: Promise?

S: I promise.

Steve put his finger on the tip of her nose and she smiled a little, turned to the side, and slept. Steve left her bedroom and closed the door.

It was weird the silence that was in the apartment, Steve went to check James in the living room and saw James sleeping on the couch. Steve smiled and picked him up.

J: Dad? Dad, let's play.

S: Let's go, James.

Steve stroked James' back and he went back to sleep. Steve put him on the bed and turned out the lights.

When Steve was leaving the bedroom, James called him.

J: Dad?

Steve looked at him from the doorway.

J: The light.

Steve walked over to his bed and switched on the lamp. James closed his eyes and slept.

Steve finally went to his bedroom to take a shower and before the shower, he called Natasha again, but this time he got right into the mailbox. Steve didn't want to worry, because Natasha knows how to handle herself, but she barely left the hospital... Worry was inevitable. He took a shower and then prepared something for them to eat, he already imagined that she would arrive, feeling hungry.

Steve ate and stared at his cell phone. He called Natasha again, then he called twice and the call was dropped, in fact it looked like she had rejected the call.

Steve laid on the couch because he was very tired but he couldn't sleep. He decided to call her again, and fell into the mailbox.

It was about midnight and no sign of Natasha. Sarah woke up in the middle of the night, coughing heavily, crying and calling for her mother. Steve ran into her room.

S: Sarah, is everything okay?

Sarah: Mamma, mama.

Sarah only called Natasha and cried. Steve leaned against her forehead and she was very hot in fever. It wasn't the first time Steve had faced this, Sarah had been sick before, but James don't because he has the serum in his veins.

Steve did the standard procedure, he gave her the medication, put a cold towel on her forehead for the fever to lower, and held her on his lap for hours until she calmed down and slept again.

It was 3 o'clock in the morning when Steve heard the door handle of the apartment. He left Sarah on the bed and went into the living room.

Natasha was creeping in, she thought Steve and the kids were already asleep, she was astonished to see Steve in the hallway staring at her with disapproving eyes.

Natasha doesn't have patience to explain herself. After all, she never explained herself to anyone, only at work, and if she comes home, she wants peace, she doesn't want anyone complaining in her ear. She decided to ignore Steve and walked by him, saying nothing. She went into her bedroom and closed the door.

Steve was going to let it go, but the fact that she didn't even talked to him made him uncomfortable. He opened the door to their bedroom. Natasha looked at him with no expression in her eyes.

S: If you are arriving late, at least send a message, or pick up the phone.

N: I don't have to.

Steve came in with the intention of saying just that, but Natasha's response made him angry.

S: Yes, you have! We were worried about you.

Natasha took off her shoes, throwing them away, clearly angry.

N: Gee, did I need babysitting before the coma, huh?

S: It's not about babysitting! We have 2 children, Natasha. Sarah was with a fever and she was calling for you!

N: Do I look like a nurse, by any chance? Why didn't you take her to the hospital?

S: Because I know how to take care of a fever!

N: So what do I have to do with all of this? God, why are you complaining if you knew how to solve the problem. I wouldn't know how to solve it, I don't know how to take care of children, much less when they are sick.

Steve took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a few seconds. He was reminding himself that this Natasha, is not the same Natasha he was used to, she doesn't remember him or the children. He can't expect everything to be as it was before.

N: I don't want to have to keep reporting every step I take. I don't remember having this life you say I had. I don't even know if I want this life, I feel suffocated, I don't feel myself here, I'm fed up! I don't like being controlled.

That phrase hurt Steve a lot, but he managed to keep grounded at the time.

S: I understand that it's difficult for you, I don't want to fight... I was only worried about you because you left the hospital recently, I was afraid that you would have hurt or something. I don't want to control you, I never did and I don't want you to feel suffocated in your own home. I'm sorry to complain with you, it was only because I was worried about you.

Natasha let out a long breath and looked at Steve. She could identify pain in his expression. She doesn't mind hurting people, but she understands that she should try to remember and try to understand. And, Maria Hill pointed out to her that Steve is a good person and does not deserve to suffer.

N: I'll... I'll let you know next time.

Steve nodded. He was now looking at her body better, after she pulled out her jacket. She was covered in bruises on her arm.

S: You're hurt.

Natasha looked at her arms, she didn't noticed that she was so hurt.

N: It was a busy day. Don't worry, I'm fine.

Steve nodded.

S: Good night, then...

Steve let out a small sigh before closing the door. He closed the door slowly, because he was still looking at Natasha. He wanted very much to take care of her wounds, to be her pillow tonight, he wanted at least to touch her a little.

Steve misses those lips, he doesn't even know if he remembers their taste. Lie, he remembers indeed, he remember the taste of her mouth and the smell of her skin.

Steve finally closed the door and went to bed.

Natasha watched the way he looked at her and she knew what he wanted. Natasha felt in that look how much he desires her, and how much he cares about her. It was a wonderful feeling to know that you are wanted and loved like that. And she's used to it, for her, at the moment, he's just another man in love with her. But a lover, who she must try hard to not break his heart.

Natasha took a shower, and lay down on the bed. She closed her eyes but couldn't sleep at all. Something was missing for her to sleep. Natasha snorted and patted her pillows and began to get irritated.

It turns out that Natasha, after a full day, needs to relieve herself. And Natasha is relieved either exercising or having sex, because these two things make her exhausted and she can sleep.

Natasha sighed and looked at the door.

She could relieve with Steve, after all he is her husband, it wouldn't be a sin, it wouldn't be wrong and, well, he's very attractive, all those muscles, if he knows how to use those muscles as she likes, she will sleep for hours.

Natasha bit her lip and lay on her side. She couldn't sleep with him because she doesn't feel anything for him but he feels for her, and when she wakes up all cold the next morning, she won't be able to leave and get rid of his cryings. Natasha is married to him, if she hurts him, she'll have to handle with him heartbroken every day. She can't.

Natasha got out of bed on impulse, she decided she was going to run. It doesn't matter if it's 4 o'clock in the morning, she needs something. Natasha put on her gym pants, a tank top, and a sweatshirt. She put on her running shoes, a cap on her head, and left the room quietly.

Turns out Rogers hadn't slept yet too. She came into the living room and Steve looked at her in surprise. He didn't dare ask, this time.

N: I'll... I'm going to run.

S: Okay?

Steve just watched her, Natasha put the hood of her coat over her cap and left the apartment to run. Steve lay down on the couch, but with Natasha on the street, he doesn't sleep. He stayed up.

Natasha ran for 3 blocks, she stopped and looked at the clock. 4:40 am, she was already completely sweaty, she unzipped her coat and took off her hood, stretched and ran back home.

Natasha ran upstairs, running, to get even more tired. She stopped at the door of the apartment and stretched out again, so as not to wake anyone. She stepped into the apartment, sweaty and panting, she looked around the living room and Rogers wasn't on the couch sleeping.

Natasha was surprised, but decided to go to her room.

When she reached the hallway, Steve was coming out of the bathroom in his shorts and shirtless. Natasha stared at Steve from head to toe and especially his sill. Natasha closed her eyes tightly. Damn it! Natasha thought as she approached Steve in the hall, she stopped in front of him and looked at him closely. Steve didn't expect this reaction, he was paralyzed from the moment he left the bathroom and saw her.

Natasha lifted her face more, as if expecting a kiss from Steve, but he didn't move, he just looked at her and gasped for breath.

Won't he react to that? Okay, I'll have to do everything...? Natasha thought, until her thoughts were interrupted by Steve, who simply grabbed her by the waist and lifted her without any difficulty, he put his lips to hers, and his tongue was eager to find hers.

The moment their tongues touched, Steve kissed her with so much affection and desire, that Natasha felt her whole body shiver and she got weaker on the legs.

Steve threw her body hard against the wall, and he couldn't let go of her mouth, Natasha put her hands on his face and tried to interrupt the kiss, but Steve was missing her to much to let her escape from him.

Natasha managed with difficulty, to release her mouth from his for a moment. Steve turned his mouth to her neck.

N: Bedroom! The children. Bedroom.

Natasha warned Steve, who immediately carried her to the bedroom and put her on the floor.

Steve closed the door with his foot and his gaze was so greedy, that Natasha was worried about what she had triggered on him. Okay, she wanted to get laid, but she ran for almost one hour and Steve doesn't look like he's going to be fast....