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Nightmares are commonplace for Steve. After everything he’s seen, it’s not surprising he’d have them. It’s likely the same for any of the rest of them.
Natasha’s brows furrow, mouth pulled into a thin line. Her eyes are closed, the rare sight of her actually attempting to sleep.
Steve knows better than to reach for her, but his fingertips itch with the urge.
It’s only a few seconds later that Natasha is gasping herself awake, eyes going wide, before her gaze lands on Steve just mere inches away from her on the bed.
Quietly, Natasha mumbles. “Steve.”
Steve is silent for a moment, before he mumbles back. “Hey.”
Something like relief overtakes her expression, eyebrows smoothing out and the corners of her lips seeming to relax.
Steve shifts on the bed, holding one of his arms out. An offer, an invitation. Natasha watches him, eyes flickering up then down for a moment, before she slowly moves herself into Steve’s arms. She curls herself into him, and Steve loosely wraps his arm around her shoulders.
They stay like that, not speaking as they lie in bed. Steve doesn’t ask about it, and Natasha doesn’t speak on it. That’s how it works.