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sam laughs, reaching down to brush back fiery red hair from her forehead.
“you call that fighting?” nat asks, and sam shrugs, looking down at her. she’s spread out along the couch, her head in his lap, and she looks like a million dollars.
“it got the job done,” he tells her, and she stares up at him. he’s grinning again, and the lamp is giving him a halo, making him look a bit like an angel without the wings.
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Nixie’s MF Month: Day Eleven, Sam x Natasha - Pirate/Mermaid AU.
“Are you going to kill me?”
Pausing as he adjust the straps keeping the tub in place, Sam looks at the redhead for a long moment before shooting her a half smirk and going back to ensuring the tub wouldn’t topple over during their long journey. “No, no we ain’t gonna kill ya,” he finally murmurs as he shuffles back. “Cap’s takin’ ya back to yer waters,” he adds softly when she gives him a dubious look.
“And why would he do that?” Her voice is soft, gentle, almost like a melody, even though her eyes are dark and cold as she stares at him with a passively blank face.
“Cause Cap don’t trade in tail.” Shoving up to his feet, Sam lets the gentle rocking of the ship guide him back towards the door of the little store room they’ve placed her in. “Cap wouldn’t do that to his blue light boy,” he adds softly, more as an after thought, than an answer to her question as he ducks out of the room, pulling the door shut before pausing when she makes a small curious sound.
Turning, Sam watches her watch him for a long moment, when she suddenly gives a firm nod of her head. “The Prince will be most pleased to know of his Captain’s honesty.”
there’s a comfortable silence the pair of you adopt after the world ends for the fourteenth time.
words are overrated. without them, you can let your eyes close, rest a little. your head can tilt back and your mouth can open in a horrific exhausted snore (sam) or your head can fall forward so you can shake the dust out of your hair (nat). you can splay out on the ottoman so booted feet don’t get the important upholstery stained (sam) or your fingers can dig into arches that have started complaining about the point of your toes (nat).
your eyes can linger over the little cuts that cover her arms or scan across the bruises on his jaw. your hands can reach for her hand and squeeze, and your grip can pull him towards a bed that has hotel-fresh sheets.
silence gives you room to breathe. gives you the chance to swallow your pride and nod when fingers dig into the aches you haven’t yet discovered.
it might be love. but the pair of you don’t need words to figure it out.
Learning by pastelfalcon
Fandom: Captain America
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Sam Wilson
Rating: R
Word Count: 668
Warning: Tickling, Fluff
Summary: Natasha says she's not ticklish, but it turns out Natasha can be wrong.
Notes: Man I'm all over the place with these pairings.
