Natasha Romanoff | The Black Widow

Her fingers continued to move through his hair but otherwise she didn’t move, just let him hold her, let his hands move over her until he’d satisfied himself that she was truly there and well. His embrace was so strong, almost painful, but Natasha didn’t let her discomfort show, even managed to let her breath out slowly when he finally slackened his hold.

“Yes,” she answered, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head. “Just you and me.”