Steve's POV
After New York and the Winter soldier incident I was trying to adjust to life. I had no purpose. All of my friends and family were dead. Well Bucky wasn't dead he was just lost and Peggy was closer to death every day. I had trouble finding out what to do during this regular life. I would go to the gym daily but that didn't help me. I started to feel lonely more often now. I couldn't understand it. Recently I have been having the feeling that someone has been watching me. Multiple someone's. I already knew Bucky was watching me. At first I thought I was going crazy but my suspicions where confirmed once the hallucinations were starting to become more realistic.
I think Bucky has more of a purpose in this second chance of life than me. Bucky knows what he is doing and I don't. Isn't kind of sad that a person more lost than myself has a path?
My thoughts were interrupted when my phone rang. I looked at the caller I.D and a smiled ghosted itself over my lips.
"America's playboy speaking," I said into the phone. For some reason I could just sense the smile on her face. Months of trying to set me up on dates that sure as hell would never work I developed a sense of humor for it.
"I'm so glad you said that because I have someone else -," I was not about to let her finish that statement.
"Yeah I'm not going through that again," I responded. Her laughter seemed to flow over the phone and I couldn't help but smile. "So what's up?"
"Um I need your help with something," at this I raised an eyebrow.
"The famous Black Widow needing my help? How surprised am I?" I mocked while toying with the pencil in my hand. I mean would it be weird if the infamous Black Widow, a person who could kill just by looking at you, asks for your help...that is what I thought.
"Yeah don't flatter yourself," she said in her usual dry tone.
"Why not Clint?" I asked my voice laced with suspicion. I mean Clint was her right – hand man.
"He is off doing something he calls 'important'," Natasha answered. In the background I could hear yelling and the honking of cars.
"I'm not even going to ask what you're doing cause I know I'm probably going to get some shitty answer," I said into the phone. Scratching my head I heard her laugh.
"You know me so well," I could hear the smile on her face.
"So what exactly do you need my help with?" I asked getting up from the lounge chair I occupied.
"Let's just say I have some unfinished business with some people and I need to deal with it…tonight," Natasha said with something laced behind her voice. She was hiding something and I could tell. When Natasha talked she talked with so much confidence but this time when she spoke, she spoke hesitantly.
I thought over my answer and I it couldn't hurt. I needed some adventure in my life. "Yeah sure I'm in."
"I will pick you up at eight. Wear black," she said before she hung up. I never really understood her. Hell I didn't know if anyone understood her but she was one hell of an assassin. She was amazing. Every thought, every action, every word she spoke, and everything she did she didn't think twice about it because she knew it was right. It seemed as if Natasha was always five steps ahead and when she wasn't she would be ten steps ahead. She put thought into what she did and she didn't hesitate to do it.
She was absolutely amazing.
Soon enough I was drawn away from my haze and got up to see what my fellow Avengers were doing.
Of course they were doing something stupid. Tony was trying to pick up Thor's hammer, Thor was getting drunk on mead, Bruce was reading a book, Pepper was video tapping Tony, Jane who somehow got here was trying to calm down Thor, and Darcy was videotaping all of them while whispering something about the Daily Life of the Avengers.
I was so thankful Clint wasn't here to just make the situation worse. Sighing I ran my hand through my hair.
"This is my life," I sighed with a laugh.
"Spangles get your ass over here and help me lift this hammer!" Tony obviously yelled.
In the lower depths of New York City…
"Hey –"
"Look I'm not into the chit – chat. Alright? Just tell me if she is alright," he muttered with a hoarse voice.
"She is perfectly fine. She is not in any relationships and she doesn't seem interested in anybody," Sam said and pulled the hoodie closer over his head.
Bucky looked at him before licking his lips and holding out his real hand. Sam looking at him with reassurance before shaking the outstretched hand. Hesitantly they both looked at each other before walking off.
. . . . .
Avengers Tower…
I had somehow managed to calm them down. Well I didn't necessarily do it but it was a coincidence. Thor drank enough for him to pass out and Tony got tired of trying and eventually sat down. The current situation right now was Jane and Bruce talking about some stuff I don't even bother to understand, Pepper trying to boost up Tony's ego, and Darcy probably ruining someone's life.
Today was a good day.
I was bored as hell while scrolling the T.V channels. What the hell was this? I was encountering all these weird shows one with a yellow sponge, another with a Uncle…Grandpa, and what the hell was Twilight?
Sighing I just settled for the news. TV isn't how it was back then.
"Today on local news James Arthur will be performing in Alley Pond in Queens tomorrow night at eight o'clock p.m. Tickets on sale now. And on to weather with Larry…
"Thank you Brad. Tonight we will be experiencing really high chances of thunderstorms. See this radar…it is showing a big storm about to hit tonight. Like I said these are high chances if it does not happen this means Thor is having a great day."
We all looked at the unconscious Thor who was mumbling stuff in his sleep while clutching the glass of mead in his hands.
"Jeez I thought point break over here was a happy – go – lucky," Tony said and pointes his thumb at Thor.
"Maybe it's a nightmare," Jane suggested.
"Are you people not normal enough to contemplate that it might just be Mother freaking Nature doing her freaking job?" Darcy sassed while on her phone. I looked at her feet in my lap and raised an eyebrow. When the hell did she do that? God, I'm losing it.
"You provided an adequate answer but you have to do the calculations," Pepper sighed as Tony flipped over the couch and started to do calculations on a holographic board. "If the big guy over there was having nightmares wouldn't the storm start to occur now? I mean this is a matter of coincidental circumstances. Right now it is very bright and sunny. That means he is either having dream sex with Jane or…he has a box of pop tarts."
We all looked to see Thor moving his mouth like he did previously but looking at it longer it seemed to be like he was eating.
"Sorry Jane but I'm going to have to go with the latter," Tony said before vaulting over the couch and into Pepper's lap. I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips.
This was my life.
"Hey where is Clint?" Pepper asked. It seemed my fellow Avengers didn't know of his absence.
"Natasha told me he had to do something and I quote…'important'," I said with air quotations and everything.
"Which you know…isn't important," Darcy said. Everyone nodded.
"Wait you talked to Natasha?" Tony asked with a bitchy smile on his face.
"Um yeah," I said with most confusion.
"We haven't seen or talked to Natasha since the Chitauri," Tony quipped. I don't know what he was implying.
"And I have?" I didn't know what he wanted me to say.
"Yes you have. Is there something going on between America's poster boy and Mother Russia?" at that I looked to see everyone staring at me.
"What the hell are you implying Stark?" a voice said from the elevator door. I looked to see the beautiful red head in question. She was beautiful. The way her hips moved when she walk. The way her clothes outlined her figure in a way that it could not any other woman. Her green eyes that seemed to bring you into some sort of haze when you looked in them. And when you were around her she seemed so intoxicating that it took every ounce of control to not take her on that floor.
Quickly Tony tried to justify himself. "Um what I tried to say was… you know -."
Everyone knew his attempts would get him nowhere. Therefore Darcy threw a pillow at the engineer and put a finger to her lips telling him to shush. Tony sat there contemplating his decision before nodding and attempting to make out with Pepper.
"Wise choice," Natasha said and ran a hand through her hair. Noting the way she was rocking back and forth, her eyes kept moving around the area, and the way she stood meant she was frustrated. I knew it wasn't something here so what could it have been?
Before I could confront her on what was going on she threw some clothes at me and told me," Come on."
"Isn't it a little early?" I asked looking at the clock. It was 6:45.
"Nope now come on and put the damn clothes," she said and continued to rock.
I gave her a look of question. Why was she acting like this? Did someone hurt her? Was someone after her? When Natasha wanted you to do something she was so vague about it but somehow you would end up doing it anyway. Shaking my head I got up and walked to my room but was interrupted by the frustrated red head.
"Where the hell are you going? The elevator is this way," she said motioning toward the elevators.
"Um…to change?" My mind was screwing itself right now trying to figure out what this woman wanted.
"No you're changing in the car," I had no time to question her before she dragged me into the elevator. The last look I got from the rest of the team was looks of smugness. Tony was giving me thumbs up and I just stood there with the clothes in my hand. "What?"
I could barely fit in that car anyway. How the hell was I supposed to change clothes?
. . . . .
20 minutes later…
I had somehow managed to get the clothes on without the lady seeing any of my business. Well let us just say that when you're six fucking feet tall you can't really pull your pants up all the way in the car! She may have gotten a peek of my ass while I was exiting the car. Could you blame me? When we got out of the car she had a smug look on her face and I was looking like a tomato.
Natasha being Natasha couldn't help but say," Nice ass."
I was currently adjusting the belt on the pants in a hurried expression. The woman had me wearing a black long sleeve skin tight shirt with black cargo pants and black combat boots. In my opinion I looked like a body guard.
"Can we just get this over with?" I muttered. We were currently in a dark alley. Two exits, weapons – bare fist, advantage – night time camouflage, weaknesses – located on the opposite end of the easiest escape route. The night time scene wasn't really my thing but I had to admit it was beautiful. The way the moon shone on the dark abyss illuminating some parts of the darkness. The night time left nothing but mystery and that excited some part of me. Today in the present world scientist continue to figure out world mysteries leaving us with barely anything.
I was brought out of my stupor when Natasha started to talk. "Ok all I need you for is back up. Alright? These men are trafficking some very strong drugs. Unlike normal dealers these men travel with their drugs."
"I assume they take lots of precaution?" I asked.
"Yeah the vehicle they travel in changes almost every week, usually armored. They have a lot of guns and steroid induced idiots that shoot anything that flinches. I need you to take point up there," she motioned toward a ledge about fifty feet above the ground," I will give you a signal to attack when I get conformation the drugs are there. Got it?"
I nodded before putting the mask she had given me on. Quickly with ease I jumped and started climbing the building toward the ledge.
We waited about fifteen minutes before I decided to strike up conversation. "Um Natasha can I ask you something?"
"You just did," she said with a somber voice but the smile on her face fooled no one.
"Well can I ask you two somethings?" I sighed nervously and she chuckled.
"Shoot Cap," she uttered.
Gathering up the courage to ask a question almost every man eventually asked a girl I took a deep breath.
Then the truck pulled up.
Talk about bad timing. That deep breath was for nothing and I ended up exhaling air. With a huff of annoyance I propped myself on the ledge.
The men exited the van and quickly set my mind in motion. Five men came out of the van, one carrying a suit case, two had nothing in their hands which was suspicious, and the other two had high power military weapons. Eyeing the van I knew more had to be in there guarding the rest of the drugs. So I closed my eyes and played the situation in my head. Of course the men with no guns would have to go first. If they were tough enough to not need guns they had to go first. Jumping off the ledge I could land onto the macho men before punching one of the armed guards in the throat while silencing him and knocking him out the same time. Natasha could obviously handle the chubby man with the suit case while I stealthily handle the other armed guard by knocking the gun out of his hand and slamming his head into the wall. Obviously this had to be quiet and quick so the men in the van wouldn't be alerted.
And that is exactly how it went. After Natasha's extent conversation with the chubby man I dropped down and executed my plan of attack. Once the men were down I picked up both guns off the ground and threw both to Natasha. Grabbing the five men I silently and quickly tied them to the top of the van.
"Eh yo boss! Is everything alright?" one of the men in said van asked. making my voice a little deeper I shouted back.
"We're good," that was one thing I learned from Natasha. When impersonating someone's voice you need to make it short in order to maintain the voice needed. It was pretty smart actually.
Natasha slid into the driver seat as I jumped into her corvette.
Over the com I heard her whisper," Race you there?"
A smile appeared on my lips and I couldn't help but laugh," You're on."
. . . . .
Police station…
"Do I look like a fucking coffee expert? Huh? Do I? Just because the coffee maker doesn't work does not mean you ass hats can come in my office and demand a new coffee maker! Why don't one of you get your lazy asses up and fix the damn coffee maker yourselves?!" the police chief yelled. The police in front of him just looked bored as hell. Officer Jibbins was twitching like a maniac, Officer Carl was smiling like a maniac, Officer Jones was twirling a pencil, Officer Nancy was trying to hold back her laughter, and Officer Knox was on the verge of tears.
"Jibbins you don't need the coffee anyway! You look like a freaking squirrel on crack! Carl wipe that smirk off your face cause everyone knows you broke it! Jones what the hell is wrong with you?! Nancy your this close to getting desk duty and Knox if you don't grow some balls right now I will get Nancy to let you borrow hers!" the chief yelled. The room fell silent before Jibbins started hopping around like a maniac, both Carl and Nancy started laughing, Jones threw the pencil at Knox who busted out in tears.
"You psychos are hopeless," the Chief shook his head.
"Sir," Officer Cormack said with a determined voice.
"I swear Cormack you are the only sane one here! What is it?" Chief yelled.
"We seem to have a drag race on the corner of Brick Well and Waterway in progress as we speak," Cormack said.
"So why don't you go get them?" the loud voiced Chief asked.
"Because they seem to be coming to us," Cormack cringed and both men looked outside to see headlights. "Oh shit!"
Both men and all the other officers dodged the speeding van as it went crashing in the brick wall. Time seemed to stop as the Black Widow had crashed the van through the brick wall after a very long debate with Captain America on how the Police station could use a new garage. Bricks went flying, desks crushed, and lamps shattered. Natasha rubbed at her throbbing head and said with a hoarse voice," I should've thought that through."
"Ya think," I said as I parked Natasha's corvette outside.
"Don't smart ass me Rogers," Natasha said as she got out of the van. The Officers stared at her in awe as she got out of the van. "Well your welcome."
"What the hell is your problem!?" Officer Cormack yelled.
"Trust me I have been asking her that for the past year," I said as we both got back in the car. I sighed and looked at her. Bruised forehead and minor concussion. Thinking it over I decided she was going to be fine. If not Bruce could look at her.
"So what did you want to ask me earlier?" Dammnit.
"Oh it was nothing," I. Am. A. Wuss.
"You sure?" she asked and she looked at me for confirmation.
Now or never.
I started the car and sighed. I looked at her and I couldn't help but admire the beauty and the strength of this woman. Her beauty. Her gracefulness. Her selflessness. Her strength. Her power. How could you not like that? Love that? She was beauty in its purest form and I had the honor to be in her presence. I'm just a kid from Brooklyn and as far as I know she was practically Russian Royalty. She could have any man in the world. It wouldn't be a surprised if she turned me down. For God's sakes look at her! She was gorgeous and me being the mindless idiot I am I asked…
"Would you like to go out with me?"
She sucked in a breath and everything seemed to come to a halt. The music from the radio. The sound of people shouting outside. Cars and taxis honking at each other. The bustle and hustle of New Yorkers. Everything came to a halt.
"Yes."