Stereo Hearts (Sam/Natasha)
He can only show what he wants obviously one way.
He played music for Steve in that damn hospital room, but now he had something else to say.
“If I could only find a not to make you understand
Id sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand.
Keep me stuck inside your hand like your favorite tune”
He played it every time he saw her.
But how do you break a shell like that? Named after an arachnid who would kill what disturbed her in anyway, kill to get stronger. Kill to make it easier. Possibly kill his dreams.
He played it overtime he saw her, something new, to maybe let her know. He knew he’d done well, when she would hum it in empty silence.
She sang along, she sang along to his favorite tune. Sang along to the music that translated what was in his heart
He just didn’t want her to leave him, broken, lying in a web of lies, a web of pain. He was a flyer and he would die if he was trapped like that. His wings were his freedom.
Instead she spent more time with him, slowly joining and interacting with his music. Then he had her. It wasn’t much, but it was her. It was her attempting.
All he needed was a tune stuck in her head, to plant the seeds. He’d never see a spider fly, but he was willing to take her. As long as she was willing to carry him as a burden too.