A/N: Part 2 of Black Roses! I know the TimeLine is WAY off but Uni got in the way and I couldn't finish it by the end of June. Hope you guys like this fic! Read/Review
July 4th, 2015
Birthdays were not something Natasha was used to celebrating. To her it was simply another day. But this year it was different. Not only did the Avengers get a new facility and team members, the red head herself had changed. Dealing with her own problems of her past with Steve had not been easy, they weren't made easier by Wanda's hex. Not to mention the whole Ultron fiasco. Two months after the whole ordeal and she was still a bit shaky.
To say the least she was surprised her relationship with Steve had survived this long. Six months. Seven in a couple days. They weren't by any means back to normal —whatever that was— but at least they weren't yelling at each other, at least they could stand being together.
Since he woke up she had kept reminding him it was his birthday —she had gotten crepes from the café a few blocks down and had tossed confetti all over him while she sang 'Happy Birthday' to him.
Having spent most of the day in bed it was time they go out and celebrate. She hadn't said a word about the surprise party to him. She simply told him they were going to a club. Dressed in a sparkly Champagne colored cocktail dress that was on the shorter side of things and accentuated her curves —along with a pair of stilettos that matched in color— she dragged Steve out of his room in the Tower.
The idea of seeing Steve at a club had been rolling around in her mind since she had become friends with him. Tony was always saying how he should go to one, a 21st century must. Well, what better day to go to one than on his birthday?
It was one of the many clubs Tony Stark was a VIP member at, thus the billionaire along with the rest of the team and other friends of Tony's would be there. When it came to Stark and parties it was all 9 yards, or nothing. And this was no exception.
As they were allowed in by the bouncer, they walked into the club hand in hand; a small gesture to most people, but to her it was a big step—she was still getting used to the whole relationship thing. Entering the large room it erupted into a loud cheer, the dance music being turned down just enough.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Everyone said at the same time before noise makers where used and people clapped.
"Surprise!" Natasha said with a grin as she looked at Steve.
Steve turned and hugged her before being ambushed by Sam, Tony, Clint and even Thor. The red head stepped aside to let the guys tease him and wish him a happy birthday. Seeing the look on Steve's face was priceless, it made her feel happy.
Hours later, as the sun slowly turned the sky a beautiful orange color, the solider and the spy lay in a tangled mess of limbs, the bed sheet lazily draped over the spy's lower back.
"Was that the best birthday you've had?" Natasha asked as she nuzzled his neck, her lips ghosting over his pulse.
"It's up there, that's for sure..." A sleepy smile curved on Steve's lips as his fingers traced patterns down her back.
"We should get some sleep, sun's almost up"
"Mmmmm… I guess we should. Since we did fuck the night away." A teasing smirk appeared on her lips as she propped herself on her elbows.
Tucking a strand of red curls behind her ear, Steve rolled his eyes at her. "Yeah.. that"
"You hate saying it but you love doing it" That was typical Steve, he hated saying they had fucked but he liked hearing her curse in both English and Russian as he brought her to utter euphoria.
"Never said I didn't"
Strong arms pulled her to his chest as they both finally gave into a couple hours of sleep.
To Be Continued. . .
