Authors (If I can call myself that) Note: So this is my first ever go at writing so I'm not sure if this will be a one shot or not. I had the visions clear in my head but I'm not convinced I conveyed them well enough. I figured if it was rubbish I could just prompt other writers. Don't be too harsh, haven't did story writing in about 10 years now.


Steve was the last of the Avengers to finally be convinced to move into Stark's tower. He only accepted the invitation to prevent Tony from leaving voicemails on his answering machine. Steve was so bad with technology, that he had to buy a new one just because Stark had filled up his first one with constant pleads and Steve didn't know how to delete them. Each Avenger was assigned with their own floor in the tower, with Stark having two floors to accommodate his ego. The tower was fully equipped with a cinema, gym and a communal floor where the Avengers could relax in down time.

Steve was putting the last of his possessions into his bag when his phoned started to vibrate in his pocket. Tony.

"Hey Captain Spangles, I'm outside of your apartment."

"Ok, I'll be right down, don't worry I can manage my stuff alone, thanks for offering"

"Well I was going to ask, but that meant getting out the car and my songs on"

"I'll be right down"

Steve grabbed the one army bag and the one box that contained all his worldly possessions, which was surprisingly little considering he'd been alive for 84 years. He headed to Tony's car and threw his stuff in the back seat.

"TO THE TOWER, CAPTAINS COMING HOME" yelled Stark, as he turned up the volume on his car stereo, and floored it along the street.


Was Steve unpacked he headed to the kitchen where he was met with the familiar faces of the fellow avengers with the exception of The Black Widow who was out on a mission and was due to return tomorrow.

"Hey Cap, welcome to the tower, I see Tony finally convinced you to join the family" Clint said as he returned to concentrating on his video game.

"Yeah, figured I may get more peace and quiet if I moved in with him" explained Steve.

Thor who was busy stuffing chocolate poptarts into his mouth paused long enough to give a Steve a wide toothed smile and a bear hug.

"Welcome Lord Steven." Thor barked, as he grabbed the remaining poptarts and launched himself onto the sofa beside Clint and picked up the spare gaming pad.

Tony and Bruce were in deep concentration in a game of 3D chess, only glancing up from time to time to clock the on goings around them.

Steve made his way to the cupboard and pulled out the makings for a PB&J sandwich. Steve was feeling a bit out of place, much like he had when he first woke up from the ice. Everyone seemed content dong their own thing, which seemed to include some sort of electronic device which Steve couldn't get his head around.

"Hey Steve, its guys night, feel free to join in with the gaming and beer. It's not very often we get a night free from the spiders beady judging eyes." Tony chuckled.

"She'd could kill you with that one rook piece you're holding at least 16 different ways Stark." Replied Clint, always quick to defend his partner.

"Yeh, but she's not here is she?" proclaimed Stark.

"Well, I don't think you should be passing comments on members of our team behind their back Tony, especially when it's a lady you're talking about. Anyway guys, I'm feeling pretty tired, and I'm sure that I have no clue even how to turn those thingy's on that you're using anyway. I'm off to bed." Said Steve.

"Ok Captain Tightass, you know where we are if you change your mind" Tony chuckled.

Steve looked around the room and saw everyone laughing under their breath. Steve walked off to the elevator and pushed the button to his floor.


Steve rubbed his eyes and wiped the sweat of his brow. He looked over at his alarm clock. 5:30AM, he must have saw every hour of the clock since he went to bed at 10. Steve knew sleep was important, but it was also a rarity and nightmares of the past replayed themselves on the hour every hour. He tried to close his eyes again, but got up out of bed 10 mins later, knowing that it was a lost cause. Steve pulled on a white muscle fit t-shirt and some cotton pants and made his way to the gym.

Natasha had got in from her mission at 4:30am, furious at herself for taking so long to complete a simple mission. It was the type of mission she could complete during the day and still be back for dinner that evening, but the mission hadn't happened as planned. She was sent out to gain intel on weapons being manufactured in the middle East, and was about to get the intel from her target when another 3 men showed up out of nowhere proclaiming she was a spy and tried to kill her. After a few swift moves, Natasha made short work of the guards and gained the information needed but she was furious at herself. She knew there was only one place that she could release her frustration, and that was in the gym.


Natasha quickly got changed out of her cat suit and put on a tank top and cotton bottoms for comfort, she filled up a bottle of water and headed to the gym.

Natasha stretched off and did 5 minutes on the treadmill to get her blood flowing, before heading to the shooting range to take out her frustration on paper targets.

Steve walked into the gym and set his sights on the punching bag. Tony had taught him how to use the various weight machine and cardio machined but Steve liked it old school. Steve walked over to the wireless (or the radio as people called it these days) and cranked up the volume and listened to his favourite station, mainly because they played music from the 40s and it made Steve feel less out of time. He returned to the punch bag and started pounding it away, making it look effortless.

As Natasha got through her last mag of bullets in the shooting range, she noted an odd noise coming from the gym. She was unsure what it could be, as she was normally the soul user of the gym this early in the morning. Natasha grabbed a knife from her leg holster and crept out the shooting range, ready to kill whatever or whoever was waiting in the gym. Just as she opened the door she saw him.


Natasha's POV

There he was, and he looked godly in his tight fitting t-shirt. My eyes were immediately drawn to the rippling arm muscles that flexed and contracted every time he pounded the punching bag. NO! I mustn't stare, I'm meant to be a professional, and he's meant to be my captain. But WOW. Steve pulled off his sweat stained t-shirt and discarded to his side, oblivious to my watching eye. He then released a right hook which sent the punch bag over to the door beside me, and just as he punched, his ripped torso came into full view.

"Impressive!" I blurted out, before I realised what I said Steve had turned and cast his baby blues on me.

"The chain was rusty anyway" Steve replied, walking over to me.

"What?" I replied confused as to the subject of the talk.

"The chain was rusty, that's why I managed to hit it across the room, that's why you said impressive wasn't it?" questioned Steve.

"Yeah yeah, sure that's what I meant, the bag thing." I squirmed under his glare. Mentally shouting at myself, GAIN COMPOSURE ROMANOFF!

"Hey ma'am" Steve chirped to Natasha.

"Hey, yourself! And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Natasha?" she replied.

"Sorry, old habits I guess."

"It's ok, you'll get used to it. When did you move in? I didn't know you were going to be here. Tony finally wear you down?"

"Yeah, something like that." Steve decided to omit the fact that he didn't know how to delete the messages Tony kept leaving him, he didn't want to seem stupid. "I got in last night, Tony came and got me. Just trying to get used to my new surroundings"

"Don't worry about it, you'll get used to it soon enough."

Steve grabbed a bottle of water from the floor and took a long pull, oblivious to the fact that Natasha was staring at his topless body.

"Well I was just about to leave. Gong to start breakfast." Steve exclaimed.


"He looks good but I really need to stop staring at him" Natasha said to herself, as she just caught the end of the Captains sentence due to her fantasizing about his body.

"Sorry, I was a million miles away. What did you say" Natasha asked shyly.

"I said I have to go and start breakfast" Steve repeated with a smile on his face.

"Aww ok." Natasha replied.

Steve squeezed past her and was half way out of the door when he heard her voice.

"WAIT! Do you think you could help me out with my combat skills?" Natasha was dying to spend a little more time with her crush, especially when he was shirtless.

"Yeah sure ma…I meant Natasha, I would be happy to, just let me grab another t-shirt" Steve proclaimed.

"it's alright Steve, you're fine as you are, I just want to try a couple of moves to see if they work, it won't take long" Natasha replied.

Steve and Natasha made their way to the boxing ring and assumed their fighting position. All of a sudden Natasha flipped over and wrapped her legs and twisted, pulling Steve to the ground.

"Im never going to see if these work if you don't put up a fight Rogers" Natasha exclaimed.

"Sorry mam, I just don't think it's right to hit girls, even if they could kill me 30 different ways with a handkerchief." Steve said.

Natasha swooned. Why couldn't more men be like Steve Rogers, that way she could be content with someone else, but there was something about Steve drawing her to him.

"Please try, if you don't, I may lose a fight due to me not knowing if these moves work correctly. It's for safety." Natasha batted her eyelids at him.

"Ok, but just one more, I don't want to hurt you!" Steve replied.

"Is that a promise?" enquired Natasha with a grin on her face.

They returned to their fighting positions and Natasha retried the move with a struggling Steve. The move came of perfectly with Natasha landing on top of Steve with a thud and with her legs straddling his sides.

"Well done Natasha! But I really don't think you need the practice." Steve chuckled.

They lay their longer than necessary in silence before Steve broke it.

"I didn't realise how green your eyes were Natasha, they're beautiful." Steve remarked.

OMG Natasha felt like there was a small Russian gymnast flipping in her belly as they lay there.

"Thanks, I guess." Remarked Natasha.

Steve moved his hand up to her face and wiped an eyelash of her cheek.

"Make a wish and blow." Steve said.

Natasha did what she was told, after all, he was her captain.

"Well I guess I better be going now. I need breakfast" Steve replied.

"Yeh that's a good idea, maybe you could make me some whilst you're at it?" Natasha joked.

"Your wish is my command" Steve replied.

"I was just joking Steve, you don't need to make me breakfast."

"It'd be my honour maa…Natasha." Steve corrected himself.

"Ok then, say breakfast in an hour? That way we can clean up."

"Sure sounds perfect" Steve replied.

"Ok."

Natasha remained in the straddled position on top of Steve, away in her own world, wondering what she would wear to breakfast. What was she even thinking? Outfits for breakfast?

Steve cleared his throat.

"Yeah?" Natasha asked.

"Well you kinda need to get off me Natasha or we won't be having any breakfast." Steve laughed.

"Oh oh alright" Natasha replied, her face turning beetroot, not realising she still had Steve pinned down. She rolled off him and Steve got up, offering Natasha a hand to her feet. Always the gentleman Natasha thought.

Steve grabbed his soaked shirt from the floor and his water bottle and started towards the door.


Natasha's POV

I watched him stride off in all his glory. Muscles glistening and flexed as he stretched whilst walking out the door.

Just minutes ago I was cool, calm and composed, obviating the targets in the shooting range, and now I'm a babbling school girl. What is happening to me?


How was it?