Natasha Romanoff

Part of her wished that Steve hadn't changed out of his uniform. It would have been something distracting for her to gently tease him about while they waited at SHIELD medical for Natasha's appointment. The entire staff was more busy than Tasha could ever remember seeing. She didn't want to think about why, it only made her feel guilty, but the fact that one of SHIELD's assassins was down and the leader of the Avengers quit? The lower level SHIELD agents were getting hurt a lot more often because they were in situations they weren't ready for.

Tasha didn't say a word to Steve about it, though. In fact she was doing everything she promised herself she wouldn't do now that she'd gotten her second chance with him. She was still protecting him, still treating him like a crystal figurine instead of six feet of solid muscles. It was starting to grate on her, though, the fear that Steve would never start acting like himself again. This...it wasn't him. It wasn't the man she risked her life to save so many times, it wasn't the guy she fell in love with, even though a lot of those memories were still patchy at best.  

Natasha let out another bored sigh, fidgeting in her chair. "Maybe you should go down to the gym until they're caught up enough to deal with my stitches here." She suggested casually, trying to push him back to his normal routine again. "I can wait by myself." She didn't want to, but she did a very good job at hiding it.

To say Steve and Tasha had had a stressful couple of weeks would have been like calling the Statue of Liberty a lawn ornament.  She was exhausted and cranky, he was back to being Captain Depressed and Self-Loathing and they both...hell who knew what was up with them.

Somehow (actually it wasn't that hard) Tasha talked Fury into a whole week off. She ever talked Steve into going upstate to a little cabin.  Quiet, secluded in the woods with no one else around for miles. There was no internet, no phones, hell the place didn't even have a TV. It was...perfect.