#ca;tws

so yesterday I rewatched that scene from Captain America; The Winter Soldier, where Steve and Sam are both running and Steve keeps catching up on Sam and saying ‘On your left’ everytime he does. and later steve starts small talk with him, they introduce themselves, and when Steve wants to walk away Sam calls him back, asking him if it is his matrass, that it is to soft, and Steve replies with ‘Like sleeping on a marshmallow’

Yeah you know that scene?

so i watched that, and now i have this headcanon that when Steve and Tony get together, Tony notices Steve sleeps uneasy, constantly turning and adjusting his body, like he never finds a comfortable position and is just very restless in general. and because it’s Steve we’re talking about he doesn’t complain or say anything, so Tony goes to Sam to ask for advice and Sam explains that Steve has a hard time sleeping on soft matrasses because he is used to hard ones from his time in the army, just the whole marshmallow thing

and like, from the moment Tony is made aware of this, he immediately tosses out his old matrass and buys a new one for Steve, behind his back, so the next time they lay down together Steve is surprised to feel the new matrass and when he wants to ask Tony what he’d done the brunet just shushes him and simply orders him to have a good night of sleep for once. Steve later whispers a deeply grateful thanks in Tony’s ear when the brunet is on his way of drifting off to sleep in Steve’s embrace

A missing moment from CA:TWS, right after the bunker explodes and before Steve and Nat show up at Sam’s house.

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The first thing Steve does is make a path through the rubble.  He glances over his shoulder every few seconds to see if Nat’s stirred.  She hasn’t.  Steve ignores the worry at the pit of his stomach and keeps shifting.  

Once he can see light through the chunks of concrete, he slips his arm under Nat’s knees and eases her head against his shoulder.  “Ok,” he whispers, trying not to breathe in the dust hanging in the air.  “We’re getting out of here.”

Steve knows they need to stay under the radar, but his first priority is Nat.  She’s groaning quietly now, but she hasn’t opened her eyes.  Steve jogs behind the old mess hall and sinks to his knees, cradling Nat as he scans the skies for threats and tries to catch his breath.

“What…?  What happened?”  Steve’s almost startled he hears her voice.  Nat coughs and squirms in his arms.  

“You’re awake.  Good.”  Steve helps Nat lean against the building’s cinderblock wall.  “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m…” Nat trails off.  “I remember Zola… and then I’m not sure.”  She looks at Steve with unfocused eyes.  

“Yeah, he basically said Hydra never died.  What they were back during the war was only the beginning.”  

“Oh.”  Nat digs the heel of her hand into her eye socket.  “Then, I guess we…”  She pauses to swallow.  “Have our work cut out for us.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighs.  He puts his hand on Nat’s knee.  “Are you sure you’re ok, though?  You were unconscious.”

“Stop worrying about me,” Nat insists.  “I’m fine—”  But as soon as she says the words, her face goes ashen and she leans to the side to gag into the sparse grass.

“Ok,” Steve soothes, gripping her shoulder so she doesn’t topple over.  “I was afraid of that.”

Nat vomits again, then straightens up, dragging her sleeve over her mouth.  “Afraid of what?”

“You did get hurt.  You hit your head.  You  might have a concussion.”

“I do not.”  Nat coughs breathily and holds her hand against her lips.

“You’re nauseous.  You’re confused.”  Steve raises his eyebrows and offers a concerned smile.

“I’m not confused.”  Nat lowers her hand.

“But you are nauseous.”

Nat doesn’t turn away to dry heave.   Her hair falls across her face in an auburn curtain that hides her expression from Steve.  He opens his mouth to ask her if she’s alright, but Nat hisses, “Don’t.”

Steve gives her another sad smile.  “Ok.  But I’m worried.”

“I said don’t.  Don’t worry.”  Nat sweeps her hair behind her ear.  She clenches her hand into a fist and drops it to her lap, but not before Steve sees her trembling.  He decides not to say anything.

“God, I can’t believe it.  Fucking Hydra.”

“Yeah.  But let’s worry about them later,” Steve says.  “We need to regroup first.  Maybe get some rest.”  He wants to say and medical attention, but he doesn’t want to upset her.

“I don’t need rest,” Nat says, pushing herself off the wall and proving Steve’s point.

“Maybe I do,” Steve comes back.

Nat narrows her eyes.  “No, you don’t.”

Steve shrugs.  “We need cover regardless.  I think I know where we can go.”  He tucks his toes and rolls back onto his feet.  “Do you feel up to travelling?”