Just a quicky One-Shot today. Needed to write something but unfortunately struck with horrible writer's block on my other stories! Don't worry, updates on those soon!

Bruce quietly walked out of the elevator and into Steve's floor. Steve had lent Bruce an old book which he felt obligated to return when he said he would. According to JARVIS Steve was fast asleep and because of his 'current situation' he'd 'best not be disturbed.' Bruce assumed Steve was just exhausted from his latest mission.

"Don't worry JARVIS, I won't wake him."

He walked through the apartment and into the living room. Bruce gasped quietly when felt his foot slip on something on the floor. Looking down he saw a large dark blue t-shirt wrapped around his shoe. Quietly shaking it off it landed next to a much smaller dark green cardigan and a black tank top. Bruce raised an eyebrow but quickly brushed it off and quietly dropped the book off on the kitchen table. He turned to walk out before something else caught his eye.

Steve's bedroom door was halfway open and he spotted Steve laying in bed, dead asleep. One arm laid across his stomach, the other lazily outstretched to his left.

But that wasn't what caught his eye. Snuggled up to Steve's outstretched arm was a sleeping woman.

"Good for Steve, nice to know he has... someone." He thought smiling.

She was laying on her stomach. Her red hair curtained over her face, hiding her identity. It wasn't hard for him to see neither of them were... dressed.

Bruce suddenly felt very awkward, and embarrassed that he hadn't felt so earlier. This obviously wasn't his place and it became VERY aware to him he should've followed JARVIS' advice.

He quickly stepped backward and quickly shut his eyes when the floor creaked bellow his foot. 'Dammit Bruce.' He thought to himself when he heard the sheets stirring.

The woman turned to her side and Bruce knew he was caught. He opened his eyes carefully and sighed when he realized they were both still fast asleep. The woman nuzzled into the crook of Steve's neck.

Bruce's eyes widened when they focused on the woman's face.

It was Natasha.

Turning quickly Bruce (in a high state of shock) Bruce took a few steps away from the door when he heard a voice.

"Morning." Natasha whispered. Steve smiled, rubbing his tired eyes. He glanced towards his alarm clock. Bruce snuck to the elevator as silently as humanly possible in fear of being caught. He pushed the button far more times than necessary.

"It's 2:27 in the afternoon." Steve said chuckling. "Hardly morning."

"Close enough old man." They paused for what Bruce assumed was a kiss. For the first time since realizing who the mystery woman was Bruce smiled. He stepped into the elevator cautiously, sighing with happy relief that he'd made it home free.

Natasha and Steve parted for air. Natasha laughed a little, pressing her forehead to Steve's. "You know Bruce totally saw us right?"

"He was as loud as a bull in a china cabinet." Steve chuckled.

"Better him that Tony."

"Agreed. "

Let me know what you guys think! I may turn this into a series of all the Avengers 'Walking In' on Steve and Natasha in some way shape or form.