Hi! So there are many ideas popped up in my head while I write the Won't Be Long, instead of throwing them away, I decided to write about them!
This will not be beta since these one shot will probably written daily during my bus rides (they are long, trust me).
Anyone who has a prompt or idea (it doesn't have to be Steve and Nat) that they would like me to write, feel free to let me know! Would love to see what you guys got!
Anyways enough of me babbling, With love and kisses and hugs to everyone who read this!
Natasha is sitting down in the conference room, trying to listen to Fury's debriefing on the her new mission.
"Romanoff, you listening?" Fury, with his eye on the distracted widow, raises his voice in order to get her to focus.
Shit. Natasha thought. But as the Black Widow, she does what she does the best. Her panicking never leaked through from her face, she replies calmly.
"Yes, Sir, I'm just waiting for more the important details."
"You will be going on a infiltrating mission. We need you to get to the core of this trafficking group, we have solid evidence that this group is supported by Hydra."
"And any due date for this mission?"
"We would want it done ASAP." Fury gets up, walks up to Natasha, his hand padded on her uninjured shoulder, "Careful, Natasha."
"Will do." Natasha nods, and walks out of the conference room.
As the elevator doors shut, Natasha leaned against the glass wall, looking outside, New York City is busy, like always. But it's quiet as well, without monster's intrusion, Hydra's evil schemes and Tony Stark's stupid inventions, this city is a content, unstirred little baby.
The elevator comes to a stop at her floor, she quickly starts to pack up. Walking into the her closet, she pulls out a few set of lingeries, she smirks at the new navy one with matching corset...hmm...she haven't got a chance to put it to good use yet. Reaching for her shirts, she never forgets to bring extras just in case things went south and disgusting. Her left brow jerks up when she sees what is hidden in between her pile of clothes.
Do you think you really can fool me? Natasha smirks.
Without hesitation, she stuffs it into her bag, thinking that an extra never hurts.
Once Natasha finishes with clothes, she heads to the bathroom to grab her hair iron and make up. Who knows that The Great Widow cannot be away from her hair iron...well, it's the only way to keep those beautiful hair in place instead of frizzing everywhere. However, something caught her attention. It manages to sneak its way and tries to hide in between her makeup.
Another one? Oh please.
Natasha grins, grabs it along with her other necessities.
Cute. Mine now.
Before she leaves her room, Natasha jots down a few notes, sticks each of them onto different places.
Then as always, without being seen by any of her teammates and Pepper, she enters the Quinjet, departs for her undercover mission.
Two days later...
Steve enters the Rec floor of the Stark tower, he is finally home from his mission. Now He can really use a shower since he is covered in ashes and dust, his dirty face has few bruises, small scratches and dried blood on the corner of his lips. It has been a month away from his comfort bed and most importantly,
his girl.
While everybody rushes to welcome him, and Jarvis was told to scan the Captain immediately as everyone has requested, but the one person who should be scolding at him for not taking care of himself when he comes back from a mission even with the slightest scratch is not here.
Why isn't she here? Where would she be?
"Hey guys, I'm okay, no big deal." Steve tries to let everyone stop worrying and hovering over him.
"Captain Rogers does not appears to have any severe injury, just a few scratches and scrapes on his face and chest, Sir."
"See? Thank you Jarvis." Steve said.
Everyone is relieved hearing Jarvis' words. Clint climbs back up to the vent, Tony stumbles back to the couch (That's when Steve knew Tony probably have had a bit of alcohol in his system, again.), Sam sits back down beside the Iron Man, and Bruce goes into the kitchen along with Thor devouring his pop tart.
Bruce walks out a few second late with a first aid kit in his hand, "Let me clean those for you before they seal up."
Steve obeys, the doctor cleans up very efficiently and exit the floor to go back to his lab. Steve scans the entire room, thinking she would be peeking at some place he can't find. But No, she is no where.
"My Captain, are you looking for someone?" Thor asks when he grabs another box of pop tart out from the cabinet, the Norse God had obviously caught Steve looking at every corner of the room.
"Um..." Steve coughs to clear his throat, he hopes that no one notices that his ears are flushed, "I was just wondering where Natasha is."
"We don't know either," Tony comes to sit beside Steve, sipping on a glass of Bourbon, "She went off for a mission just before you come back, as much as we know."
"She didn't tell anyone where and who she was off to? What about Fury or Hill?"
"Capsicle, you know better than those two seal their lips tighter than a clam if they don't wanna tell you anything." Tony lays back on the couch, eyes flicker with amusement.
"Right." Steve gets up, "Anyways, thanks guys, glad to be home. Gonna go clean myself up and get some sleep."
Letting out a deep breath, Steve feels relieved, at least, she didn't leave without notice, like last time. He drags himself over to the elevator, anxious to get to where he wanted to be the most, switching on the shower, allowing the warm water rains over his entire body, flushing away all the dirt, relaxing every piece of over-stressed muscles from the fights he had.
He wraps a towel around his waist when he exits the shower, he stands in front of the mirror to observe the minor injuries on his face and down his neck. Something odd caught his eyes. He can't resist to smile as he finds what he had hid before his mission, it's now gone.
His cologne.
She found it. Why wouldn't she, Steve thought, after all, his girl is the greatest spy and pays to attention very closely.
Steve goes to the closet, he reaches where his white T-shirt should be, but only finding that it's not there. Instead, he sees this little sticky note on the wardrobe door with a simple message. The wound on the corner of his mouth doesn't refrain him from grinning like a kid in the candy shop looking at the familiar writing.
Good try, it's mine now.
He knows that he is just a love sick teenager right now, she is magnificent. Natasha never fail to surprise him, with her ways of showing how she loves him, even when she is not near by.
He opts for a pair of sweatpants that he proficiently hid in the closet, leaving his upper body bare, heading towards the king-size bed. He finds another note on the switch of the lamp when he was about to doze off.
Look there. With an arrow pointing down to the night stand drawer.
Steve follows, opens the drawer, and discovers a little bottle with a sticky note on it.
"Mine. Love you, Soldier."
Steve stiffs at the delicate crystal bottle he is holding. Natasha is all he can think of now. With extreme content, Steve allows himself sinking into the soft mattress, and thinking she is in his arms right now, right here.
Steve dozes off, rubbing his face onto the pillow, inhaling more of her intoxicating and lovely smell on the soft bedding.
Wow, this totally took longer to post because I had to change a few things on the computer for the story to flow a little better. Let me know what you guys think! 3