Loving You Now: Chapter 4

Notes: Direct continuation from last chapter. Also, it was written directly after posting the last one, so any advice would be carried over to the next chapter hopefully.

Peter was still stood half-behind Steve as the med bay door closed. He took Morgan's hand and stared deep into her eyes, blue and glassy, yet very deep, endless colour. Natasha coughed behind him, and he spun his head to find her gaze. "Look, guys, if you wanna love each other go for it, but learn to lock doors and not get caught,".

"Kinda ironic, for you to say that," Morgan piped up, "because I bet if my dad hadn't come looking for Steve, who knows what you'd be doing right now?" Steve stifled a laugh, and took Natasha's other hand in his, and entwined that one too.

Peter hooked his arm around Morgan's shoulders, and led her out of the room, leaving Steve and Nat alone.

Steve leaned in for another kiss, but Nat pulled away. "Look, Steve, I don't think this should happen,"

Steve tried to hold back the sting in his eyes. "Wh-what?" he choked.

"Given my past, I, I don't want to lead you astray. You're so good, an-"

Steve cut her off. ""You think I care about your past. Natasha, I love you now. Right now. And you could never ever make me think any less of you."

Natasha's eyes welled with tears. "You- you love me?" she spluttered.

"I do, Nat. For a long time now. Seeing you hurt, well, it killed me. And I can't ever see you like that again," Steve whispered, running his fingers through her hair, moving down to her ear and then placing his hand on her shoulder. "Do you want this?," he whispered gently, his lips mere millimetres from her ear.

All Natasha wanted to do was scream yes. To give in under his touch. So very softly, and very quickly, she said yes.

Steve kissed her neck, his fingers roaming her hair and her hands pulling the t-shirt off his back. She could feel his strong muscles as her fingers dug into his back, as he kissed down her collarbone. He unzipped her suit from the back, his chest against hers. Natasha threw the covers over the two of them, and disappeared beneath them, her hands roaming his body.

...

Peter slipped his hand into Morgan's as they left, and rounded the corner before he stopped and turned to face her. "That was close," he giggled, his grin infectious.

"Close?" Morgan gasped, "we were caught! And if it weren't for Steve I'm pretty sure yo-"

She was cut off by a sudden kiss from Peter, and about a second of shock, she started to kiss him back, his hands around her waist and her hands holding the side of his face. Peter pulled away from the kiss, and held Morgan's back as he tipped her backwards and kissed her again, leaning into it. He swept her up into his arms, bridal- style, and through the giggles he heard something fall to the floor behind him. He span around, his grip on Morgan tightening slightly, her hands wrapped protectively around his shoulders, and saw Shuri stood at the end of the corridor, he clipboard cracked in two by her feet.

"So I was right! You two are totally mad for each other!" She jumped up and down in excitement, and then picked up her broken clipboard. "See you soon," she shouted, running in the opposite direction, "Sam owes me 50 bucks!"

...

Natasha poked her head out from under the covers, gasping for breath. A jumble of clothes were scattered all over the room, and it was hard to tell what was hers and what was Steve's. She felt a hand creeping up her shoulder, and Steve came out from under the sheets, lipstick stains all over his face. They turned and looked at each other, a wild look in their eyes.

"Hey Nat I just came to see how you we-" Clint looked up from his watch as he opened the door and saw the two of them in the hospital bed. Nat instinctively pulled the sheets up to cover her and so did Steve, turning red. Clint went to step away, but his shoe got caught in Nat's sports bra and he kicked it away, turning and leaving, becoming a deeper shad of red with the embarrassment. "I'll leave you guys too it then", he said.

Steve turned to look at Nat and they giggled like little children.

'So, Steve, can I ask? You don't have to answer, but I feel like if you don't answer you kinda are answering..."

'Shoot," Steve replied.

'Was that your first time since 1945?' Natasha asked, a sly grin creeping across her face.

Steve was taken aback for a second, but then cleared his throat. 'Try ever,' he replied, kinda embarrassed.

'Really? That was your first time? Pure little Steven Rogers! Gotta tell you though, for an amateur, you were brilliant,'.

...

Peter and Morgan walked hand in hand down the corridor. Peter span her around and pulled her into his arms. "How about we, uh, ..." he stammered, their faces moving closer and closer together.

"I'd like that,"Morgan whispered, her sapphire eyes locking with his, their lips meeting. Peter span Morgan around and pressed her up against a storage cupboard door, kissing furiously, exploring her whole body. He hand bent behind her trying the door handle, and it eventually twisted open, knocking them both of balance and into a cleaning rack. That didn't stop their embrace.

Peter broke off from the kiss and looked around the corridor, before closing the door and placing a wooden board up against the latch. His T-shirt was peeled off in a matter of seconds. His hands brushed through her hair, and snaked downwards. They fell on top of each other, and didn't emerge from that cupboard for a good while.

...

Steve had just finished pulling his t shirt back on when a siren rang nearby. Him and Natasha exchanged a worrying glance, before racing down the corridor towards the main room. They didn't ask questions when they saw Peter and Morgan come out of the storage cupboard, just beckoned them over and continued to walk.

They reached the main room after summoning their suits and gearing up. "There's no time. Get in the Quinjet and I'll explain everything." Tony wheezed, wheeling himself toward the big doors.

Everyone followed suit.