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“you know, when you give someone paint, it can tell you a lot about them, *especially* with how clean they are afterwards,” she teased him with a wide grin before playfully swatting the brush away from her, “are you *threatening* me, rogers?” she playfully (and dramatically) gasped before she burst out laughing. “i have a *little* faith in you. but you did get paint everywhere so… can you blame me?”

The soldier felt like a bull in a china shop, usually he wasn’t this clumsy, but hey, shit happens I guess. “Watch it ma’am, or you might just end up with paint on you.” He teased grabbing a nearby brush after she elbowed him. He threatened her with a smile before shaking his head at her, “have you no faith in me? I’m hurt!” 
            
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“i can definitely tell that now,” she shook her head fondly as she watched him grab some paper towels, “that’s the last time i let you anywhere near my paints, rogers. and i mean that.” she was obviously just joking, but she still walked over and playfully elbowed him in the side before looking at the paint splatters, “i’ll get those cleaned up later because i’m sure you’ll make more of a mess.”

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Nat bit her lip, shaking her head. She didn't need an apology, nor was she looking for one. He saved her and she was grateful. But she didn't want him to get hurt because of her. She wanted him to be alright — because the world needed him. Because *she* needed him. Steve was family, and she looked after her family. The redhead carefully leaned closer and pressed a kiss to his temple. "I don't want you to get hurt either, Steve. I... I appreciate you. I appreciate what you've done. You've saved me. But... look at you. We... *I* could've lost you today. I could..." she stopped talking, and just focused on suturing his bullet wound. The in and out ones. Then she would use the wet towel she brought to wipe away the blood. From the injury she just treated, from the cuts on his chest — and then moving to his hands, gently taking one of his in her own, carefully cleaning his knuckles. "Does any sort of pain medication work with you? Or... what else could I do for you?"

Rogers let his shoulders sag as she reprimanded him. It felt like Bucky was giving him a talking to again after he had thrown himself into a fight with someone far bigger than him. I guess that is what he did, but he didn’t argue with Nat like he usually did with Bucky. He moved his hands letting her continue, silently enduring the pain that pulsed through his body. She was right, he wasn’t bulletproof, and some days he felt far from superhuman. 
            “I’m sorry Nat.” He whispered after a few moments of silence. Steve knew she deserved better than a half-whispered apology. He didn’t know the full extent of her past, but he knew she had been through hell. “I couldn’t—I /didn’t/ want you to get hurt. I didn’t know what was going to happen, I just reacted. I can’t lose you Nat, none of us could.” He struggled to keep his emotions from affecting his voice. She was just as important. 
            
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She tried to remember her training, but something like that was never easy when it was one of her friend's lives on the line. That explained why she needed a second to think, before she could really meet his gaze as he asked her to do. A strong facade was put up then, in order to hide the way she truly felt. Even if he probably saw the real state she was in before she had been able to put up her walls, hid behind one of her masks. "They could have k1lled you. You understand you're not bulletproof, right?" she said with a calm that didn't really match her real state of mind, but she couldn't risk exposing too much of herself to anyone... but Clint, perhaps. The archer was the only one to see her best and her worst, and even when he saw her worst it was against her will. He just had been persistent enough to stick by her side till she couldn't hold on any longer... in fact, despite the shame she felt afterwards for being so weak and crying in front of him, she was thankful for his support. She wouldn't, however, do the same things she has done in front of Hawkeye with Steve. It was a whole different story. She used to have no one... she had them now. Nat wasn't willing to lose any of them. No matter what.

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