Chapter One
Steve Rogers was rarely forgetful; this was partly because of the serum and partly because Captain America didn't forget things. But what Steve had walked in on that day he would have gladly forgotten.
"Oh my GOD!" Had Steve been less conscious of what lay sprawled in front of him, he would have been embarrassed at how easily his voice cracked. Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, his teammates, were entangled, naked, on the staircase.
Clint was fucking Nat on the staircase.
Oh God.
He had walked on those.
Clint turned while Natasha snapped her head forward to glare at Steve, whose entire face had burst into a flaming red. His teammate's bum was on full display, and the sudden movement of them landing on the staircase brought Steve's attention back to Natasha, who advanced towards him, deadly and completely in the nude.
"Listen, Rogers," she hissed as he averted his eyes, anywhere but to her chest or, God forbid, Clint's crotch, "if you utter a single word of this, I will personally make that you go back into the ice and, this time, no one will find you." Steve nodded mutely, his blush creeping down to his neck. Natasha didn't relax, and she barked, "Out!" Steve was only too happy to comply.
As he fled the scene, biting his lower lip, he heard Clint exclaim, "You don't want people to know about us?!"
