Hello readers! I'm back! (sorta). I'm venturing to guess that many of you are readers who have read my previous Wolverine/Rogue fics. I still love that fandom, but was bitten by the Avenger bug, so hopefully you enjoy my work enough to stick around and give this ship a shot!

Rating: M

Warnings: Explicit sex, slight non-consensual sexual encounters, violence and profanity

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

A/N: In an effort to establish the characters (as I see them) in this story, this first chapter is going to be in first person, but all following chapters will be in third person.

~Steve~

The first time I laid eyes on the infamous Black Widow, I was taken aback at how beautiful she was. How could this gorgeous creature be a deadly and dangerous world-renowned spy?

After the initial few moments of staring at her, I put her beauty and the fact that she bore some similarities to the one I'd loved over 70 years ago out of my mind. Like the good soldier I am, I put my duties first…or so I thought.

My decision to keep her on the ground with me during the Battle of Manhattan had just a little to do with the fact that I wanted to be near her and watch over her…not that she needed it. When I gave her a boost with my shield so that she could jump onto one of the hovercrafts of the invading alien attackers, I was amazed at her fearlessness and strength.

But again, my role as Captain America pushed all fleeting thoughts of affection from my mind. I was concerned for her only because she was my teammate.

When the fight was won and Loki had been successfully returned to Asgard along with Thor, Tony Stark invited the remaining team members to his expansive beach house in the Hamptons for a little R&R.

Just three days after saving the world, the Avengers were on vacation.

I slowly walked through the foyer and looked around. Tony jogged down the stairs and threw his hands up, "There he is, Mr. Stars and Stripes himself, come to rip off the flag and let loose…not literally, I hope. I have strict rules against streaking. Can I offer you a beer?"

"Uh, sure. Am I the first to arrive?"

"Yes, you are. I wonder if traffic's a problem today. Probably should've had the jet pick everyone up", Tony led me into the kitchen, where he plucked a beer out of the fridge and popped the cap before handing it to me.

I took a swig of the beer and shifted uneasily on my feet, "So...the whole team is coming?"

"With the obvious exception of Thor, who is probably having the world's most uncomfortable family dinner at this very moment, yes. Everyone is coming. It'll be a riot. We'll braid each other's hair, play truth or dare…it'll be awesome."

I smirked and rolled my eyes as the quick-witted billionaire began pouring himself his own drink. Despite a rocky start, the guy had grown on me. I remembered his father well and could recognize some of the same enigmatic personality traits in Tony.

Bruce Banner arrived soon after we finished our first drink. He was soon followed by Clint and Natasha.

I was a little confused by the pang of jealousy that invaded my gut when I watched them walk in together.

I favored both Clint and Natasha with a polite nod and smile when they entered the kitchen, but allowed my gaze to linger on Natasha for a little too long.

Eventually, we were all sitting around the kitchen table with drinks, laughing and talking.

Despite the fact that we were only a team for a few days, we shared an intense bond. After all of the atrocities we'd witnessed both as a team and as individuals, we were able to laugh together.

I stared at Natasha as she briefly tossed her head back in a carefree moment of laughter.

I couldn't help but smile.

I'd never seen her like that before. Heck, I'd never even seen her smile before.

In this moment, with her head tilted back and her mouth slightly open in melodic laughter, she looked even more beautiful than she ever had.

~Natasha~

I'm a world-class spy. I've had the highest level of training and study in virtually every facet of human behavior. I can kill a man with my hands tied behind my back and a blind fold on.

It's pretty easy for me to realize when a guy seated 6 feet away is staring at me.

At first, I thought that the stolen glances and longing looks were all in my head…but now, with him holding me under that intense, blue gaze, I knew that my suspicions were confirmed.

I struggle to keep from shuddering as I notice his longing glances. I'm just glad that everyone else in the room is too drunk or too entertained to take notice.

In a moment of boldness…or stupidity, I meet his gaze head-on.

He doesn't look away, he doesn't flinch…he simply stares into my eyes with the same intensity I'd been desperately trying to avoid.

I crack a smile and look away in an effort to break the connection, but that action does little to calm the fluttering of my heart.

I quickly stand and ask Tony where the nearest bathroom is.

After he slurs directions to me, I hastily exit the room.

I stand in the bathroom for a few moments, staring at my reflection. I just helped save the world from a bunch of extraterrestrial monsters. I should be able to handle being stared at by a…devastatingly handsome, sweet, all-American superhero.

The first time I saw Steve, I sized him up the way I do all men when I first meet them…but I immediately realized that there was something special about this sweet, innocent all-American boy. I'd never met someone so…good.

In my line of work, you meet a lot of men with a lot of really nasty skeletons in their closet…even Clint.

Steve was the only guy who was literally good for the sake of being good. There were no ulterior motives to his deeds. He's brave, smart and pure at heart. All traits I never thought I cared much about...until I met him. He's the man every other guy wishes they had the courage to be…and it didn't take me very long to realize that.

I have to admit…I actually got a little turned on when I watched him take charge and give orders to our team. He was so sure…so intense...

I snap out of my reverie and quickly splash some water on my face before drying off and turning to exit the bathroom.

As soon as I open the door, I nearly slam into Steve's broad chest.

I almost curse and step back, "Holy sh…Steve! You scared me."

"Sorry. I just…I had to use the facilities myself and-"

"Oh. Right. I was just splashing some water on my face."

His eyes are so piercing, I feel like I'm going to get crushed under the pressure of their intensity.

"Are you alright, ma'am?"

I nod, "You can call me Nat, Steve…and yeah. I'm fine. Are you doing OK?"

Steve sighed and leaned back against the opposite wall, "Well…to be honest, now that the fighting's over, I'm challenged with the task of having to figure out how to fit into today's world."

I favor him with a slight smile, "You're a smart guy, Cap. You'll figure it out."

He smiles at me a sweetly and nods, "Yeah…thanks for the vote of confidence."

The comfortable silence was ended when Clint, Tony and Bruce ambled around the corner toward us.

Clint, who was completely unaware of the way Steve and I were staring at each other, pointed toward the back of the house, "Wanna check out the beach?"

Steve stays rooted in his spot, staring at me. For some reason, I'm hesitant to walk away. I want everyone to leave…I want to be left alone with him…I want to strip him down and-

"Are you guys coming?" yelled Tony from the back of the house.

My feet move on their own accord, but my eyes stay on his until just before I exit the back door.

That evening, I lay awake in one of Tony's many guest bedrooms, unable to relax in my new surroundings. I need a nightcap…or a good workout.

I settle on a nightcap since my muscles were still a little achy from saving the world a few days back.

The last of my fellow Avengers had successfully dumped their inebriated carcasses into bed, so I neglected to put a robe on over my black cotton negligée.

I padded out into the hallway and silently made my way down the stairs.

My abilities as a spy came in handy…even when off-duty.

When I made it downstairs, I felt my body relax. They'd left a back door open, so the sounds and smell of the lapping ocean waves gently wafted into the house.

The promise of a cool ocean breeze lured me to the back door.

I stood on the patio for several moments before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath in.

My moment of zen was abruptly interrupted by a rumbling, yet warm voice behind me.

Goddamnit! How did such a big guy move so quietly?!

I turned to see Steve sitting on one of the couches on the patio. He sets his beer down on a nearby table and sat up, "Couldn't sleep?"

When I saw that he was shirtless, I briefly forgot how to speak. Matters were made worse when he stood up and began walking toward me.

Holy shit, he was perfect.

"I…I…I…no. I don't sleep a lot…"

Steve raised an eyebrow as he closed in on me, getting far closer than I was normally comfortable with, "Me neither. When I sleep…I dream…and that's never a good thing."

"Nightmares?" I ask knowingly.

He sighed and shrugged his immense shoulders, "Memories."

I nod in agreement. Hazy memories and reminders of my shady past haunted my nights, so I typically avoid sleep if I can as well.

"It's the same for me. I feel like I wake up feeling even less rested than I was when I laid down the night before."

He looks down into my eyes, then over my head toward the ocean, "This is nice, though. Being here…with the team…unwinding."

With those words, his eyes dropped back down to meet mine.

My breath hitches in my throat and I struggle to keep my cool as I nod my head in agreement, "Yeah. The team needs a break. Fury kind of made it sound like we're earth's official front line against all extraterrestrial hostiles. That kind of pressure can take its toll on you."

He stares down at me, so I clear my throat in an effort to break his eye contact. When it doesn't, I decide to confront him head-on. After all, it's rude to stare…even if it does all sorts of weird, funny stuff to my stomach.

"Is something bothering you, Captain?"

Steve searches my eyes, "No. Not bothering me…I just…I've never seen you like this."

"Like what?"

"Relaxed. It suits you."

I take a step back and cross my arms over my midsection, "So…my being relaxed is the reason why you've been staring at me all night?"

He laughs nervously, but somehow, he seems more confident than I do at the moment…

"I'm sorry. I guess it's just…I'm seeing the team interact for the first time outside of being at war. I guess you could say I'm taking it all in."

I nod, "Yeah."

"How long are you and Clint planning on staying?"

"What makes you think Clint and I would leave together?"

He stutters a little and runs a hand through his sandy blonde hair, "Uh…I guess I thought you two were a couple."

"Clint and I…" I pause in an effort to be sure that I'm choosing my words carefully. I nod a little, "We're good good friends."

Steve raised an eyebrow, "I kinda got a different feeling from you two."

I cock my head to the side, "Why does it matter, Captain?"

I don't know why I tormented him with this question. I know why it matters. I think I just want to hear him say it.

He almost blushes as he looks away briefly, then returns his gaze to mine, "I don't really know how to answer that question…"

I cock my head to the side, "Steve…we've saved the world together. Is now really the time to act shy?"

"I come from a generation where you took a gal out dancing or for walks in the park. This…new approach to relationships and-"

"Sex", I say, finishing his sentence for him.

Surprisingly, he doesn't look uncomfortable when I say the word. This is surprising to me.

"Yes…this new approach is somethin' a guy from my generation isn't really good at."

"With all due respect, Captain…the people of your generation were sexually repressed. Now, people see what they want and go for it. It's much more freeing."

I watch his confidence blossom as he takes a step forward, "So…say I see something I want…what do you suggest I do to get it?"

Every logical thought in my brain screams that this is wrong, but I can't help myself. My baser instincts take over, and before I know it, I'm on my tippy toes laying a sensual kiss against his lips.

~Steve~

Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a virgin. I'm not the most experienced guy, but I'm definitely not a virgin.

During my tenure as Captain America: the Entertainer, I had a couple of brief encounters with one of the chorus girls who traveled with the show. I'm fairly certain the tour manager put her up to it in an effort to make a man out of me, but, at that particular time, I didn't think I'd have a snowball's chance in hell with Peggy…so I went for it.

That was nearly 70 years ago. Now, the Black Widow…aka, one of the world's most gorgeous women…was kissing me.

It takes me a moment before I'm able to regain control of my limbs and wrap my arms around her lithe form.

The kiss ends and she leans back to look up at me.

"Your room or mine?" she asks matter-of-factly.

I'm trying not to let the surprise at her abruptness show on my face as I speak, "Mine is down here."

"Lead the way, captain."

I lead her back to my room before closing and locking the door behind her. As soon as the lock slides into place, she begins removing the straps of her nightgown.

I hold my hands up, which causes her to freeze in place. Natasha raises a perfectly arched brow at me, "Something wrong?"

"No. I was just…I wanted to do that."

Natasha smirks a little, "Captain, let's not make this any more confusing than it already is. This is just sex, OK?"

Despite the fact that I whole heartedly disagree with that sentiment, I nod my head.

She starts to go back to removing her nightgown, but I hold up a hand again, stopping her.

The spy watches me intently as I walk over to her and turn her around to face away from me. My fingertips ghost over the soft skin of her arms before I bring my hands up to her shoulders to gently remove the strap.

I hear her gasp as I slowly trail soft kisses up her shoulder to her neck before reaching around her to push the flimsy fabric of her nightgown away from her chest so that I can cup her supple breast.

I knead the soft, plump flesh as I hungrily kiss and nip at the nape of her neck.

Natasha practically hums in approval as her body bucks back into mine. When she does that, she immediately feels how much I want her.

One of my hands continues to caress her breast while my other reaches beneath the bottom of her nightgown to grab a hold of the waistband of her panties. She's caught by surprise when I rip her panties from her body, eliciting a lust-filled gasp.

I'm guessing she's surprised, since, up until that moment, all of my actions had been soft, gentle and borderline hesitant.

This move ignites something within her, because she suddenly jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist.

We kiss and stumble around the room until we finally collapse onto the bed. I land on top of her, but she quickly and easily flips me over as she yanks my pants down, freeing my cock from its confines.

We stare at each other as she slowly lowers herself onto my length. We both struggle to keep from closing our eyes as the pleasure overwhelms us both. I moan as she settles on top of me and begins to roll her hips in slow, sensual circles.

I grab a handful of the front of her nightgown and rip it from her body, which causes her movements to quicken. It's easy to tell that she likes it a little rough, but I'm hesitant to go too far...this time.

My hands caress and squeeze her thighs before coming to rest on her perfectly sculpted ass. I slowly begin to help guide her movements, but she snatches my hands away and pins them to the bed.

I smirk. The Black Widow wants to play dirty.

I muster up enough strength to overpower her, effectively flipping her over and pinning her arms above her head as I begin to pound into her relentlessly.

She whimpers and moans loudly as I fuck her with all my might, struggling to maintain control over the climax that threatens to take hold of my body.

I just have to last until she cums…just long enough….

I don't remember letting go of her wrists, but soon, I'm desperately grasping at her thighs and burying my face in her neck, whispering her name reverently as I feel my body start to lose control.

Natasha drags her fingernails down my back and arches into me. I'm barely able to hear her cries of pleasure as I announce my own climax and begin to empty myself into her.

When her orgasm takes hold, her velvety folds clamp down on me, intensifying own climax.

Moments later, we're laying beside each other in contented silence as I trace my finger over one of the scars on her hip. She smiles, "Got that one during a weapons sting in North Korea. Shrapnel from a frag grenade."

I lean down and kiss the scar which makes her smile widen, "How long has it been since you last had sex?"

I place another kiss against the round of her hip, "70 years…"

"Wow. Well, it doesn't seem like you're out of practice at all, Cap."

I smirk, "I guess you can say that sex is like dancing. As long as one of us knows what we're doing, it'll turn out alright."

She scoots over to press her body against mine and kiss my lips, "Oh, I think you're more than alright."

I kiss her back and smile before staring down into her eyes. By now, dawn was breaking, and the soft, pink light of a new day glistened against her face.

I gently trace a finger down her cheek and whisper, "You're beautiful, Natasha."

I watch as her expression of post-coital euphoria falters and changes into one I can't quite decipher. She quickly kisses my lips and rests her forehead against mine for a few moments before she gets out of bed, "Do you have a shirt I can borrow? I have to get back to my room before the house wakes up."

I nod and pull on my pants before walking to my suitcase to grab one of my button-down flannel shirts. When she slips it on, I struggle not to snatch her back into my bed. She's practically swimming in the shirt and has to roll up the sleeves just to have use of her hands.

It looks perfect on her.

I walk to the door with her and slowly open it. She pauses and glances out into the hallway to be sure no one is coming. When she's satisfied that the coast is clear, she looks up at me, "I had fun tonight."

I don't really know what to say to that, so I just kiss her and murmur, "me too", before watching her slip out of my room.

When she's gone, I plop back down on the bed and cover my face with my hands.

What happened here tonight was more than just "fun" to both of us. I felt her need…her desire…and her passion in every touch. She was mine now…whether either of us wanted to openly admit it or not, and I had a sinking feeling that the ramifications of this evening would have lasting effects on our team and our lives.

Hello all! I'm new to this fandom, so I hope I've done the characters justice. Please review and let me know what you think!