Safe in your arms

Natasha wakes up.
Her mind is blocked.

She is in bed. She looks around room. Dim light, warm. Nice odor. There isn't anything in this room that can help.
Then she realises that someone is holding her close. One arm is under her, just laying. Other one is on her shoulder, pulling her into his?, yes, his chest.
Insticts are telling her to slice the person's throat, but something inside her heart says no.
She focuses on the hold. It's warm, intimate, strong- but not enough to crush her.
It's a safe hold.
Natasha manages to shift and faces the person. He's awake.
She examines the blue eyes smiling at her. They are warm, peaceful. Caring.
He started moving. She doesn't know what to- he pulled her into his chest.
''It's alright.'' She hears.
Then it hits her.
There is only one voice, one person that holds her in that way.
She curls up into his chest.

She's feeling safe. She is safe.

It's Steve.