It had been a rough day for all the Avengers. Their mission had turned for the worse as soon as they had infiltrated the terrorist base. Clint had broken his arm and received a pretty bad concussion. Tony was knocked unconscious. The team had pretty much been kicked out of the Med bay once the archer and the millionaire had awoken. Fury had given them strict orders to head back to the Tower and rest up.

It was around dark when the remainder of the team arrived back at the Tower. They all were exhausted, beaten, and bruised. Once on the main floor, Bruce immediately went to his room while Thor raided the fridge. Natasha simply eased herself onto the couch while Steve stretched out on the floor, groaning in pain. He was covered in dirt, sweat, and blood. Bright black bruises were starting to form on his forearms and chest. Natasha wasn't much better. Her red hair was covered in dust and crusted blood. She was tired, sore, and in need of a good shower. And by the looks of it, Steve did also.

Sighing, Natasha got up from the couch and made her way over to Steve.

"Come on. You need a shower." She spoke, offering her hand.

Steve just groaned in reply and took her hand, careful not to pull her down with his body weight. They both leaned on each other as they made their way to the elevator.

Once inside the elevator Natasha asked, "Your floor or mine?"

The Captain just looked at her. "Tash…" he warned.

"What Steve? We both know that we won't be doing anything. Besides, I don't think I can reach my arm high enough to wash my hair."

Steve just sighed in defeat. "Fine. My floor then."

Tasha nodded and pressed the button to the Captain's floor.

Once at Steve's floor, the soldier and the spy slowly made their way to Steve's ensuite bathroom. The tile was a chocolate brown that spread across the floor. The walls were a nice warm tan. Steve's shower was a simple shower tub combo, with glass doors and the same tile as the floor . Right across from the door was Steve's sink and large mirror. His toilet was located just next to the door. Rugs adorned the floor in front of the sink, shower, and toilet.

Natasha eased Steve down on the corner of the tub before she fetched the first aid kit that was stored under his sink.

"Alrighty. Off with the suit."

Steve simply complied, shredding what was left of his red, white, and blue suit. He was left in just boxers. Natasha began inspecting his numerous bruises.

"Am I going to live doctor?" Steve asked softly, a playful glint appearing in his blue eyes.

Natasha just looked at him, smirking and shaking her head a bit at his antics.

" 'fraid not. You've got less than a day to live."

Steve just chuckled before standing. "Well that's too bad. Now it's my turn to play doctor. Off with it."

Natasha complied, turning her back to him while she rid herself of her cat suit. While she was changing, Steve had already started the shower. When she was done changing, Steve took the liberty to make sure she was ok.

"Well… there is good news and bad news, ma'am."

"What's the good news?"

"Well… It looks like you'll live, but boy do you reek!" Steve teased.

Tasha gasped and lightly slapped his shoulder. "Well you don't smell any better!" she shrieked playfully.

Steve just laughed and got in the shower, Natasha joined him shortly thereafter.

The hot water felt like heaven. Their aching muscles began to relax as the water washed the grit and blood off their sore bodies. Natasha couldn't help but hum in pleasure. After a few moments of bliss, Natasha grabbed the shampoo from the wall compartment and ordered Steve to bend down. She filled her hand with his spicy smelling shampoo and gently massaged it into the Captain's blond locks. Steve hummed in contentment, his eyes closing in pleasure. Her nails felt like heaven on his scalp.

"Rinse." She ordered.

"Yes ma'am."

As Steve was rinsing his hair, Tasha started washing her body with his body wash. Her body shook while it strained to allow her to wash above her waist. She couldn't even reach her neck, let alone her hair. She dropped the washcloth, sighing in defeat. Behind her, Steve had finished rinsing, his blond locks free of grime and blood.

"Need some help?"

"Yes please."

Steve chuckled and squirted some shampoo into his left hand; his right was wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards him.

"Tash. Relax." He breathed, noticing how stiff her body was.

"Sorry." She murmured.

Steve gently began to massage his shampoo into her long red hair. Natasha sighed in pleasure, letting her head loll back against his strong chest. Steve just smiled, enjoying Natasha in his arms. After a few moments, Steve helped her rinse while she helped him scrub away the grime of the battle. Soon both were clean and sleepy. It was around eleven o'clock when they finished their shower.

Natasha wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel as Steve went to find them both clothes. He returned with an old t-shirt of his and some boxers for her; he was already dressed in sweats and he was shirt less. Natasha quietly thanked him as he left the bathroom to give her privacy to change.

A few minutes later, Natasha emerged from the steamy bathroom while attempting to dry and brush her hair. Steve was perched on his bed, working on a drawing of some kind. He noticed her difficulty and smirked.

"Need help brushing your hair?"

"Would you?"

"Sure."

"Thanks Steve"

"No problem Tash."

Natasha sat in front of him on the bed, leaning her head back as he brushed it gently. Both seemed to enjoy the rhythm of the brush against Nat's hair. It relaxed the both of them. After Steve detangled her hair, both yawned simultaneously.

"Let's get some rest, okay Tash."

Natasha just hummed in agreement.

Both wiggled their way under the covers and Steve turned out the light. After a few moments in the dark, Steve's arm shot out around Natasha's wait, pulling her to him. She settled comfortable on his chest, her head resting over his heart. Both soon fell into a peaceful slumber, the scent of Steve's spicy shampoo enveloping Natasha's senses. She sighed peacefully in her sleep.

The next morning while she visited Clint in the med bay with the rest of the team, Clint's keen nose caught a spicy scent.

"Tasha?"

"Yeah Clint?"

"Why do you smell like our lovely Captain?"

Steve just flushed while Tasha looked at Clint incredulously.

"What are you? A freaking bloody hound?"

"You didn't answer his question, Tasha." The now conscious Tony pointed out.

"Ugh… I liked you both better unconscious."