It was the dream again. It was always the dream that woke her from even a drug induced sleep. For over a year it had come to haunt her mind and leave her body feeling a longing for something or someone unknown. At first she had thought it no more than a regular wet dream brought on by a very long dry spell. Any normal person would have one when it had been at least a year without good sex. But then it came to her week after week and she began to wonder why. And in just the past month the lust filled thing had come to her every single night. No one night stands could make it stop. Not even pleasuring herself would keep it from tormenting her. In a final try for normal sleep she had lied to Dr Dylan about insomnia and gotten hold of a drug that was supposed to both calm a person enough to sleep and help keep any form of dreams away. It had not worked.
Natasha Romanoff sat up in bed with sheets wrapped like snakes around her legs and sweat covering every inch of her body. It seemed no matter how hard she tried she could not get her breathing or heart to slow down. The dream had claimed her again and in it he, whoever he was had claimed her. It was always the same every time. A figure lay over her body as naked as she. He would thrust into her while whispering dark words of pure lust in her ear. His dark hair would fall and tickle her shoulder pulling a soft laugh from the back of her throat. And just as the pleasure had become too much to take the man would pull his face up to stare into her eyes . In the moment before she would wake up sweating and her body craving a release she would catch sight of a shadow of his pale face with emerald eyes. Then it would end there as always. So in her bed she sat again wondering what the hell was wrong with her and who on the planet could have such beautiful eyes.
Later that week Natasha found herself called in by Director Fury and briefed on the aftermath of a being named Loki's visit to Earth. After the arrival of Thor months earlier another so called alien visitor should not have been too much of a shock. Really it wasn't. It was however something that pissed her off. The alien sonofabitch had not only destroyed shield headquarters and taken the tesseract, but he had also turned her friend and fellow agent Barton into some kind of damned walking talking puppet. So she was really beyond pissed off at the moment. Plus all the extra male egos in the room were not helping her keep calm.
When Director Fury had sent her just a day ago to bring in Dr Banner she had without question. The man seemed quite the opposite of his large green alter ego. He was reserved and intelligent . His company was comfortable to be in. The captain was a little guarded and sent off awkward vibes when standing too close. He was a mystery. But the male aura floating off both Tony Stark and Thor himself was suffocating. At the moment all four men were talking over each other like children fighting to rule the playground. It was more than enough to give her a headache and cover to leave the room unnoticed.
Natasha didn't have an actual destination in mind when she left the lab to get away from all of the testosterone. But somehow her feet chose a path to take and her body went right on along with them. Minutes pasted very fast and before she knew it she found herself standing in front of the cell built to hold the hulk. But inside of it stood Loki the self proclaimed god of mischief. He stood facing her with his eyes closed as if the sight of anyone or anything around him was unwelcome.
"And have you come to beg me to tell you where I've sent the tesseract?" His voice sounded low and almost board as the words hit her ears.
"No" It was true when she said it, but she would not finish the sentence that followed the word in her head. She would not let him know she didn't know why she was there.
"Then tell me lady why it is you have come to see me".
"I want to know what you've done to agent Barton" It was the truth. She did want to know about her friend very badly.
"Ah, is that a longing I hear in your voice my dear?"
Natasha said nothing. Silence went on for only a few seconds but to the mischief king it felt more like a decade. Finally after a few moments more he opened his eyes to look at the woman before him.
No sooner had he laid eyes on her before he gasped in surprise. There standing on the other side of his holding cell was the woman he had dreamed of his entire life. Just feet away was his mate.