Chapter 4

Natasha visited James every day in the following week to talk about his setback and to share her experiences with him. She had to report the incident to Coulson who as always reacted calmly and said that he would send Dr. Garner who had already worked with her after she joined SHIELD. He would arrive in the next week to talk to James. She was positive that he could help him. Garner had helped her a lot. She knew that Steve wasn't a fan of it but she insisted that she would be alone with James during their conversations so he could open up without feeling ashamed because Steve was listening. She met Steve on the gym floor every day after her talk with his best friend. Sparring with Steve was one of her favorite things and she was so happy that she could finally see his work out routine with her own two eyes. Watching him hitting those punching bags was basically porn. Their first sparring sessions a few weeks ago had ended with them furiously making out in the boxing ring until Tony had "accidentally" walked in. She was pretty sure that JARVIS had given him a heads up even though he denied that. They would have definitely had sex on that training mat if Tony hadn't interrupted them. Hell, maybe that was the reason he had walked in on them. Her favorite part of working out with Steve ,aside from taking a shower together afterwards, was that when she was done with her work out she sat down on his back while he was doing push ups. Her weight didn't bother him at all and he did his 1000 push ups without any problems.

She had a tally counter in her hand counting his push ups. "So Clint's undercover op should be over next week."

Steve was pushing himself off the ground. "And how do you know that?" He asked amused.

"We have our ways." She smirked to herself and pinched his ass with her free hand making him laugh. "Do you want to meet him?"

"I already know Barton."

"Yeah, but not as my best friend. And you've never met him as my boyfriend." This was normal people did, right? Introduced their boyfriend to their best friend. "You're at 756."

"Yes, of course I wanna meet Clint. You're right, we never met with you as our connection. We could invite him over for dinner at my place."

"You're cooking?"

He laughed. "Yeah, and you can cut the food."

"Deal."

He did the other 244 push ups and then followed her into the showers for some fun.

Stark was already waiting for them in his lab and they went together over the cases she had found. Tony happened to have to leave for Europe soon and he said that he wanted to check out two locations that could potentially be HYDRA bases. Steve wanted to come with him but they all agreed that it was better if the public or HYDRA didn't know that Captain America and Iron Man were buddies. So far no one knew that the Winter Soldier was at Stark Tower because HYDRA would have already come for him if they knew. They said bye to James and then returned to Brooklyn. Steve wanted to cook for her (she only had two more classes so far and only knew how to make pesto and steam vegetables) and they went to the grocery store and bought everything he needed for his mom's casserole.

She was halfway in the freezer to get her favorite ice cream out while Steve was getting the grounded beef. She wondered if he would let her lick the ice cream off his abs.

"Miss Rogers?"

She almost ignored it but she recognized the voice as her teacher's. She crawled out of the freezer. "Oh, hi. Fancy seeing you here."

"Likewise." Miss Roberts smiled. "I wish I could say I could make better ice cream than Ben&Jerry's but that would be a lie."

Steve was suddenly standing next to her with the meat and some other ingredients. She hoped that he hadn't heard how her teacher called her Miss Rogers. "Hi, I'm Steve. Natasha's boyfriend." He offered Miss Roberts his hand.

She shook it but didn't seem to recognize him. His longer hair and beard really helped him be incognito. "Nice to me you. I'll see you on Friday, Natasha. My husband is waiting for me over there. Have a nice evening."

She nodded and watched her leave. "Natasha Rogers, huh?" Steve looked at her with a smirk. Fuck, he heard them. "It does have nice ring to it, doesn't it?" He winked and walked to the register. She ignored how wildly her heart was beating in her chest at his implication that he wouldn't mind if she would be Natasha Rogers one day and followed him. It really did have nice ring to it.

She convinced Steve the next day to go with her to Coney Island because she'd never been and it was such a nice spring day. They had a blast there and tried every ride out. Steve won her a stuffed animal and this time she kept the little panda. In the subway on their way back to Brooklyn he shielded her from the other passengers pressing her into a corner and gave her short kisses from time to time that made her ache for more. They stumbled through her apartment when they came back and ended up on her kitchen table. And they found out that IKEA kitchen tables were not build for Captain America fucking her on top of it. The table broke and they landed on the kitchen floor. They laughed so hard that they had tears in their eyes and Steve lifted her up with him still inside of her and walked to her bedroom where the bed proofed to be more stable and he continued to make her body sing.

She was laying on her stomach basking in the after glow of an amazing orgasm and looked at Steve. He seemed really proud with the fact that he broke her kitchen table.

"You think I can return the table?"

He moved closer and pressed kisses on her back. "I'll buy you a new one. I don't want to know what you'll tell the people at the store."

She rolled onto her back and grinned up at him. "I'll tell them that Captain America fucked me so hard on it that the table broke. Maybe they should add a warning to the instructions. Not suitable for sex with super soldiers."

He rolled his eyes at her and kissed her. Soon their kisses grew deeper and they started round two.

Afterwards they were both panting and looking at the ceiling. "Thank you for taking me to Coney Island today." She looked over to him.

"Technically it was your idea, doll." He took her hand and pressed a kiss on the back of it.

She huffed a laugh. "Then thank your for my panda." Speaking of which, where was it? Probably somewhere in the hallway with the rest of their clothes.

"You're welcome." He moved to lay on his side and cupped her cheek with one big hand. "You already got a name for him?"

She tilted her head and kissed his wrist. "I think I'll name him Roger."

He smiled and pulled her against his chest where she fell asleep with his heartbeat as her lullaby.

The next days consisted of them visiting James, meetings with Stark and spending the evenings together. She made Steve pasta with homemade pesto and the way he eagerly complimented her dish earned him a blowjob right at kitchen table. She didn't think a lot of guys massaged their girlfriends' necks while getting head but sweet Steve did and kneaded the knots in her muscles away while she pleasured him with her mouth. He was truly one of a kind. He looked like he wanted to debauch her on the kitchen table but she led him to her bedroom. One broken kitchen table per month was enough.

Clint's op would take a little longer but he let her know through one of their secured channels that he was looking forward to have dinner with her and Steve and couldn't wait to tell her boyfriend every embarrassing story about her that he could think of. Steve took her to a second hand book store one afternoon and while she was putting more and more books on her pile (she had no shame, the books were cheap and she knew that Steve would carry them for her so she didn't hold back) he came up behind her and whispered into her ear that he couldn't wait to go home so she could sit on his face. She forgot the books and dragged Steve to her apartment so he could put action into his words. She loved to sleep with him but she almost loved the cuddling afterwards more when they were entangled in each other and Steve told her about his childhood and mother. She wanted to know everything about Sarah Rogers because she knew that she was the main reason that Steve was so kind and loving. She wished she could tell Steve something about her own parents but she remembered almost nothing about them. She thought that she had her red hair from her father and the same eye color as her mother but she couldn't be sure. She had been five when the Red Room took her and she never found out what happened to her parents. They had been probably been killed. She sometimes even wondered if her few memories of her parents were even real of if they had been planted by the Red Room.

They were on their sides facing each other and Steve was playing with her hair. "My mother would have loved you." He smiled softly and tugged lightly on the strain of hair.

She had a hard time believing that because she was hardly the kind of woman a mother would want for her son but Steve would never lie to her. "Really?"

He scooted closer and kissed her. "Of course. She would see with one look how happy you make me and would welcome you with open arms. She only wanted me to be happy. And healthy."

The next morning he got paper and pencil out and asked her if she wanted him to draw her parents for her. Touched by his offer she sat down on his lap and described her parents to him as much as possible. An hour later he was done and seeing her parents and rather seeing what she thought her parents had looked like made her cry and she buried her face in the crook of his neck and he wrapped his arms around her and let her weep for her parents until no more tears were left.

"I'm sorry." She sobbed into his neck. She hated crying. She never let anyone see her cry before Steve.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm sorry you lost your parents so early." He rubbed his hand over her back and it amazed her every time how soothing Steve's presence was to her. "I know nothing can replace them but I'll always be there for you, Nat. I'm your family if you let me."

She moved her head to look at him. She probably looked like a mess after bawling her eyes out but he only looked at her with love and devotion in his eyes. Steve said he was her family, she smiled a little because of that. "Yes, I'm your family, too."

Two days later she knocked on his door with a duffel bag on her shoulder. She already knew that he wouldn't like what she was going to tell him. Steve opened the door with a smile on his face and let her in after he kissed her.

"You brought more stuff for your dresser?" He asked and was about to take the bag from her. He was always teasing her about the amount of clothes she had but he didn't seem to mind that she constantly bought new lingerie (partly because he ripped her out of it on a regular base).

She shook her head. "No. I have to work." Steve's face fell and she ignored the peng of guilt in her chest. Sitwell let her know that she had to leave for Europe tonight to take out a dictator in an East European country that most Americans never heard about. She felt honored that Secretary Pierce wanted only her for the mission. "I'll just wanted to see you in person before I have to leave."

"What's your mission?"

"You know I can't tell you. "

He nodded slowly. "Should I call Fury and tell him I want to come with you?"

Was that Fury's agenda? Send her on a mission to make Steve rejoin SHIELD? "No, don't do that. It's an easy job. I'll take the target out and in two or three days I'm back and we can have dinner with Clint."

"Okay, be careful." He hugged her and she let the duffel bag drop. She didn't want to leave. She'd rather spend the weekend with Steve in his warm and comfy bed making love and listening to his stories than hide in the shadows until she could kill her target but the job was sometimes more important than her private life and her target was a terrible man who deserved to die. Steve kissed her until she was dizzy and she was really tempted to take a later flight to let him take her to bed.

"I love you, Natasha."

She kissed him again. "I love you, too. I'll be back before you know it." She picked her duffel bag up and gave him another kiss because she was addicted to him. "I'll see you in two days." She smiled and Steve walked her to the elevator and she waved at him until the doors closed. She would have never left his embrace if she had known what would happen next.