2022
It's been three years. Half of humanity is gone. Wanda. Falcon. Vision. Clint might as well be dead for how much she knows about him. She's been holding on to the remainders of her chosen family, checking in, keeping tabs. And while this life is insanity compared to what came before, after three years there is some normalcy. The phase of crazed grieving is over. The stream of hairbrained schemes to bring them all back has dried out. Perhaps this isn't what most would call a life, but it's the new normal.
Part of that normal is sex. It seems frivolous and almost disrespectful, but people are doing it. Tony has a kid for Chrissake's, where do you think it came from?
Natasha spends too much time in HQ and is too closed off from the outside world to find a partner out there, but she always has herself.
One night, after a long day of peanut butter sandwiches and possibly pointless work, Natasha, lying in bed, slips her hand under the waistband of her sweats. Closing her eyes and remembering times past, she begins to circle her clit. Coming closer and closer, she falls into the familiar rhythm that brings her to orgasm. Round and round her clit, sometimes slipping over the top, sometimes hovering there. As she approaches the cusp, she starts to pant and her breathing hitches.
Just as she's reaching the crucial moment, the door bangs open. "Hey Nat, did you hear from Okoye today because – " he stops midsentence. Steve Rogers stands in the doorway, eyes glued to her clearly jacking off self. The lights are on, one hand is down her pants and one is clutching the sheets, she's breathing unevenly, there's no mistaking what's going on. Natasha stares at Steve and Steve stares at Natasha. After an overly long moment, Steve yelps an oddly high pitched sorry and slams the door behind him.
Natasha sinks into the bed, releasing the tension she didn't know she'd gathered. Her orgasm is toast. However, a new idea slinks into her brain. Steve didn't exactly shrink at the sight of her, in fact if his open mouthed gape is anything to go off of, he liked what he saw. That is, before his decency got the better of him. Natasha gets out of bed and crosses the floor to lock the door. Perhaps there's something new for her to explore. After all, he does have the ass of America.
