Prologue-Two Months Later…

The streets were quiet. Leaves were flying across the road, they were swept up into the air as a car passed. New York was not a particular quiet city. Construction had been working around the clock, trying to repair the damage. They were almost done to. Brooklyn was not hit as hard as the main city.

The occasional construction truck would drive by, otherwise it was quiet. Fall had taken its hold, and the sky was cloudy and the blue sky was able to be seen in certain parts of the sky. The leaves were rich fall colors. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon and add colors to the clouds. The ground was still damp from the rainfall the night before.

Steve had been on leave for two months now, and no one knew the exact day he would return to Avenger tower. A bullet to the chest would do that to someone. The other Avengers were in the tower. They had been busy for the past two months with the new freelancing job. Only possible with Stark's funding. Tony had been working on new gear for everyone. None of it was done yet, but that didn't stop him from talking about it constantly.

The only Avenger that was seen as rarely as Steve was Natasha. Tony always had theories of what they were both doing. Being together, or if they were in different places of the world doing their own thing. But they had no proof of what they were doing. None of them knew that Steve and Natasha had been in a relationship for three months, it could be almost three years, since their partnership anniversary was coming up.

The only one that sort of knew something was going on was Clint. Natasha asked him to stay quiet, and by asked; she snuck into his room and held a knife to his throat and threatened him. Clint was fine with not telling, he enjoyed Tony's theories and how they were sometimes so bizarre. He knew better than to get on Natasha's bad side. So he kept quiet, but they both told them all at separate times that they would be back sometime around Thanksgiving; which was next week. Tony already had a Turkey.

Steve offered to cook, which was instantly taken up on; they all loved Steve's cooking. Tony had been asking to try Steve's secret coffee, but Steve said it was a Roger family secret. He only gave the coffee to himself and Natasha. Tony always took offense to it in a sarcastic way. He tried to talk Natasha into giving him the coffee, and yet she didn't even know how to make it. Tony finally gave up on it. He would have to be somehow related to Steve, to be able to get that coffee.

Bruce had taken his time off with reading and meditating. Tony called him Zen master sometimes. Bruce stuck with tea, and he rarely ever got into an argument. Even if it was about what Steve was doing. Bruce had his own theories of what Steve and Natasha were doing, but he kept it to himself. He did have to wonder what they were doing.

Steve

The clock read 7:32am. No matter what they did, Natasha always woke up at seven forty. Steve was out of the bed and he was in the kitchen. He was making her breakfast. He made her eggs the way she liked them; sunny side up. He was also cooking hash browns. Natasha seemed to have this craving for them every morning. Steve was more than happy to wake up a little earlier to make her breakfast. He always made her breakfast to see her smile.

Steve put the food onto a plate and the toaster pinged and Steve grabbed the toast and he put butter on it. He placed it in the open space next to the eggs. He put the plate on a tray and he looked at it. He turned back towards the counter, he was missing one last thing; the coffee. He poured her a mug and he opened the cupboard and he reached to the far back and he grabbed the secret thing he always put in it. He lightly poured it in then he added some cream and he made a heart out of it.

Steve smiled, rather proud with himself; that was his first time doing that. He put the mug on the tray and he grabbed the edges and he slowly walked toward the bedroom. He looked at the clock and it read 7:39 am. Right on time.

Steve slowly pushed the cracked door open and he looked at the bed. The sun was gazing through the window and it gave the room a golden glow and Natasha was sleeping on her side of the bed. He had to admit she looked beautiful when she was asleep. Her hair was resting softly on the pillow.

Steve looked at the alarm clock and the time went to seven forty. Steve blinked and he smiled, taking his gaze from the slightly desire and put on his kind, loving face. Natasha stirred slightly and her eyes opened and she turned her head and she saw Steve holding a tray of food and his eyes were kind and he was smiling. Steve walked over and placed the tray on the large nightstand that Natasha had basically claimed as hers.

She sat up and she was wearing her black night gown. Steve sat next to her and she smiled at him. Steve put his hand on her thigh, which was still under the blanket. Steve had to not stare at her, everything she wore always caught his attention, even if it was a simple night gown. She always looked stunning.

"Breakfast in bed, you sure know how to treat a girl Steve" Natasha said while starting to eat her hash browns.

"We have one more week, till we have to go back to the tower" Steve said

"Well, it is Thanksgiving, and they would all be eating TV dinners if you didn't offer to cook"

"They really need to learn how to cook" Steve said smiling.

"I can't cook" Natasha said finishing her hash browns and starting in her eggs dipping the bread into the yoke.

"I can teach you" Steve said kissing her arm

"You don't want to teach me" Natasha said

"Why not?" Steve asked

"Well maybe, I just don't want to" Natasha said and she was down to her coffee; which she took and smelled and she hummed softly and she started to drink it.

"If, you don't want to cook, fine by me" Steve said

Natasha finished her coffee and put it back on the tray. Steve put the tray away from the bed and sat next to Natasha. Natasha rested against him and her hand lightly passed over his chest where he had been shot. There was no scar, but she knew that it was still there. Steve kissed her lightly and she slid her hand down his chest. Steve's eyes delighted when her hand went into his boxers.

Natasha smirked and she held him in her hand and she lightly stroked it. Steve grabbed her and he pulled her on top of him. Natasha took her hand away and she rested it on his shoulder. They kissed passionately and she could feel him against her. Steve had his hands on her back and one grabbed her ass. Natasha moaned slightly from his touch and she grabbed her gown and pulled it off.

Her breast came out and Steve instantly sat up and he put his mouth around one of them and he massaged the other with his hand while using his left hand to keep her from falling back. Natasha moved her hand through his hair and she moaned. Steve licked her nipple and it made her shiver. She could feel his cock in his boxers and she was lightly moving up and down on it. Natasha pushed Steve down onto his back and her hands were on his shoulders and she kissed him and then moved to his neck.

She pulled Steve's white shirt off and she kissed down his chest and moved to his abs. She took off his boxer and she took him in her hand and she stroked it. Steve groaned, Natasha smiled and she put her lips on the tip and kissed it. She lightly moved her tongue around the tip. Steve moaned and she put it in her mouth and he could feel the back of her throat. Natasha came off of it and she inhaled and she crawled back up and she slowly slid herself onto his cock.

Her mouth fell open and she looked into Steve's eyes as she took him in deeper and deeper. Steve moaned and he had his hands on her hips. Natasha slowly moved her hips and Steve grabbed one of her breasts and lightly squeezed it. Natasha moaned as she felt him move in and out of her. Steve started to move with her and they were in rhythm. She felt him go deeper with every thrust.

Natasha felt the warm wave travel from her stomach and to her clit. She dug her nails into Steve's shoulders as she came. She moaned his name and she fell to his chest. Steve held her and he increased his speed; which made her moan lustfully and loudly. Steve was saying her name and he came in her. Natasha looked into his blue eyes and he looked into her emerald ones and they both stayed in the ecstasy and Natasha was on his chest and she was breathing heavily. Their foreheads rested against each other and they kissed. Natasha closed her eyes and she listened to his heart beat.