Natasha was curious about Steve Rogers. But honestly, who wouldn’t be curious about a man who had survived crashing in ice half a century ago? That’s not, however, why he was peculiar to her.
He was peculiar because he was unlike anyone she had ever met. Most of the people she knew always had a lie to tell. Maybe a false identity. Perhaps a shiny facade that was hiding something vile behind it. But Steve wasn’t like that.
She could read him like a book because of how surprisingly honest and kind he was. It made him fun to be around, for she could be herself. That wasn’t a luxury she was always provided.
Natasha looked over at him and began to smile. She didn’t understand why. But there was something about Steve that made her…happy.
He glanced at her. “What’s going on?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Nothing,” she said.
As she turned to gaze at the blurred world passing by she began to fall asleep with that pleasant smile still on her face.