stevenat + 21
things you said when we were on top of the world
âItâs nice up here,â Steve turns at the sound of Natashaâs voice, and he nods before he turns back towards the sunset. Itâs quiet at the top of Avengers Tower; removed from the noise and traffic of the city. Steve likes to sit on the edge and think; look out at the city heâd grown up in and realize how much had changed over the decades.
Nat moves to settle beside him; her arm links through his as her head finds his shoulder. Her hair is still damp and slightly frizzy from the shower sheâd been taking when heâd slipped out of their room. The bruises are still fresh on both of them from the helicarriers, and Natâs bullet wounds still hurt her when she moves; he can tell.
âPepper order Thai food; itâs still warm in the kitchen,â Nat murmurs quietly, fingers twining with his when he makes no move to get up. âWeâll find him, Steve.â
Steve doesnât answer; just turned to press a kiss to the top of her head, squeezing her fingers gently. The low murmur of traffic thousands of feet below their feet grew louder with the rush hour traffic, and Steve felt Nat begin to doze quietly against his shoulder.
âLetâs go to bed,â he says softly, nudging her gently with his shoulder until she stands, tugging him with her. His arm wrapped instantly around her waist, letting her lean on him. âThanks for believing in me, Natasha.â
She looked up at him, hair wavy and rumpled, eyes dim with sleep; her lips curled into a smile before she leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. âItâs what I do, Rogers.â






















