Steve's head snapped.

His sudden movement scared her. He looked her straight in the eyes. In one fast motion, he pushed her down on the bed. He pulled himself on her and leaned down in the crook of her neck, where the bruises started.

Natasha was shocked. She had never even in her worst nightmares seen Steve forcing himself on her.

Then, Steve Rogers happened.

He put his lips down on her skin, slowly kissing her bruise, he slid his hand on her shoulder caressing her smoothly.

Natasha's fast breathing started to calm slowly. Steve moved to her body, avoiding the bite mark, he kissed her bruises, caressing her body not hurt, Natasha's breathing got deep, her eyes wide open in shock. She couldn't respond, she'd never been treated like this, this moment, Steve's lips caressing her darkness, his hand looking for her the good in her. She felt free of her past.

Then, again, it all stopped.

Steve pulled himself up, not letting his weight on her, scared of hurting her. He looked her in the eyes, Natasha felt shy, not shameful but pure shyness, causing her cheeks to color. He smiled at the sight of her now petal-like cheeks, raised his hand, and pulled a red lock away from her face, pulling it up to his lips and placing a kiss on her fire-like hair. Natasha's heart skipped a beat.

He gently placed her hair back, slid down, and placed a light finger next to the broken skin above her breast. He looked at her and saw her inhale sharply and prisoning her breath, pressing her lips tight, he enjoyed this side of her.

As he leaned down on her body, Natasha felt like jumping out of her body and thunderstorms landing on her heart. She grabbed the sheet by her hands and Steve smirked against her skin, causing her to squeeze at the feel of his breath.

Steve slowly sucked the bruise and mark, kissing in between the thorns and sucking the purple and blue mark.

He continued until her grab on the sheet became loos, knowing she was relaxed, he kissed her neck and inhaled her scent.

Steve slowly pulled the famous Black Widow onto the bed, pulled the covers on her body, and smiled at her while she looked at him through her eyelashes, trying her best not to drift apart into a deep slumberer; but her tiered body and shocked mind took the best of her and she fell deep sleep.

Steve looked at her, sighed, and then, stood up taking his phone out and dialing a number. He took another glance at her, then turned around and left the room.

His voice echoed in the empty hallway.

"Hey, I wanna meet."