II
Steve had enjoyed a nice hot shower after an intense morning gym session, and was now looking to enjoy a rare day of relaxation and leisure. Opening a draw, which was of course organised immaculately, he looked upon the row of perfectly folded t-shirts seeking out his favourite, a sky blue number, but found it strangely absent. His brow folded into a frown of confusion as he remembered vividly placing it in this specific draw, his incredible memory never usually failing him, Steve conceded that there must be some sort of explanation but that for now it was not important. Grabbing hold of a grey t-shirt he pulled it over his head, and as he strolled out of his suite he grabbed hold of the book he was currently reading, and headed towards the Avengers living room.
Steve settled comfortably into the single armchair that was situated next to the gratuitous window that looked out upon the balcony, opening out onto the breathtaking view of the city he now called home. The sun streamed in illuminating the room beautifully, and inciting a feeling of absolute calm and tranquillity in the soldier, a feeling that he found was incredibly rare now a days. Absorbed in his book, he heard the soft footsteps that were unmistakably Natasha's entering the room; glancing momentarily over the top of his book he greeted her cheerfully,
"Morning Nat." Before returning his eyes back to his book, as he heard her reply in her usual rich and enchanting voice,
"Good morning Rogers." After a moment Steve's brow contorted in bewilderment, before he looked back up, casting his full attention on the busying figure of the spy. On casting his gaze upon her he saw she now donned a pair of denim shorts that exhibited her toned and shapely pins, her curly crimson tresses was pulled back into a scruffy bun, some tendrils fell around her face framing her striking features perfectly. In her hand she held some files, that were clearly her object of study for the day, however the main focus of his attention was her t-shirt. It was most definitely his favourite blue t-shirt, hanging loosely off her shapely and curvaceous figure he could not deny that the colour looked magnificent on her, a stunning contrast to her luscious scarlet curls. His arms fell to the side in disbelief, as his eyebrows raised high upon his forehead mystified slightly by what he was seeing, as she walked over to the sofa and settled herself down, her long legs stretching out in front of her. Breaking the silence that had befallen them both Steve's voice rang out strongly a teasing tone playing on his words,
"Nice t-shirt Nat, I swear I've seen someone else with it on." Her gaze remained glued on the document in her hand; however he saw her lips curl deliciously into her trademark smirk that he so treasured, as she responded wittily,
"It's a popular colour Rogers, mass distribution and production means that it's highly likely your impressive memory has seen another person wearing it." This provoked a hearty laugh to rumble delightfully from Steve, inducing a playful grin to etch its way across her plump crimson lips, as he brought his book back up in front of him, and tried to ignore the amusement that tickled him readily. After a beat of silence, Steve looked back at her over the edge of his book, in moments such as this it occurred to him how truly beautiful she really was. Her features were sculpted with a sharpness that captured you immediately; however they also held an entrancing elegance that induced him to wonder if he could ever draw a true depiction that could communicate all that he saw. She exuded strength, control and power in a way that was neither overwhelming nor aggressive but that was just so, just there and completely understood and respected. A soft smile graced his charming features as he commented benevolently,
"It looks good on you; I'm sure the other person who I saw wearing it didn't look half as good." Still studying her files the edge of her lips curved delightfully into an endearing smile, before she teasingly replied,
"He didn't look too bad for an old man." Steve chuckled softly as he returned his gaze to his book, the usual comforting ease of their shared presence settled contentedly in the welcoming rays of the morning sun.