Hope you enjoy this one! Had some fun with it, just a little smut... also it's fun to play around with Cap.


Steve Rogers was a tired man. Physically of course he was still peaked and ready to go, but mentally he was exhausted. Four missions back to back ranging from stopping a terrorist attack in Mumbai to infiltrating a covert weapons deal and taking down the ring leader. Even with the super-solider serum coursing through his veins his mind needed a break. Right now a shower sounded like heaven. Entering the S.H.E.I.L.D locker room that housed his cubby he made his way over to his own indent in the wall. Upon reaching it he grasped his shield over his shoulder placing it on its rung. Bringing both hands to his helmet he unclasped the locks and removed it; sighing as the cool air touched his sweat soaked forehead. Placing it next to his shield he ran a hand through his hair leaving it wild. Moving next to the top of his suit he lifted the it over his head. After taking I off and hanging it up he stretched his arms above his head groaning in relief as his muscles stretched taught in the movement.

An appreciative whistle snapped his attention to the door of the locker room. Leaning in the doorway with her arms crossed Black Widow smirked at him. Steve's arms fell to his side as he locked eyes with her suspiciously.

"Do you need something?" He asked with a wariness in his voice.

She tilted her head with a sly grin, "No, just enjoying the show."

He faked a laugh, "Well if you need anything just let me know."

She responded in a cryptic tone, "Oh I will."

Expecting her to leave he turned around to remove his gloves. As he started to remove his belt he looked back to see Black Widow standing at her own locker across from his. She unzipped the front of her catsuit shrugging off the top. Her creamy white back came into view suddenly causing Steve to quickly avert his gaze back to his own locker. He shook his head and chided himself. They were teammates and this was a coed locker room; there was no need for him to get all flustered just because a woman was changing near him. Though part of himself reasoned that this wasn't just any woman. This was Natasha Romanoff. She quite literally defined confidence and sex appeal. Turning his gaze back to her as covertly as he could he wondered how could a person change into a towel that fast. She adjusted the white towel around her chest. Still it exposed her toned thighs and smooth looking legs. She turned to catch the Captains gaze before he quickly averted his gaze to back in front of him again.

With her gravely voice she spoke up, "Captain were you just checking me out?"

He turned to her rubbing a hand to the back of his head.

"Of course not!"

She feigned a frown, "Oh so I'm not attractive?"

His cheeks flushed a little, "What? No... I mean... Of course you're attractive, you're beautiful!"

She quirked an eyebrow, "Beautiful am I?"

His expression froze not knowing how to respond.

"Yeah! I mean no... Wait.."

Natasha sauntered over to the Captain as he backed up until he pressed into the corner of his cubby. She stopped only an inch in front of him. His gaze downward was greeted with scarlet red hair, dark green eyes, and her chest being hugged by what he now thought was a thin looking towel. His cheeks were now fully red. Natasha brought a hand to his abs tracing a gentle line up his body. Steve shivered as her soft finger made its way enticingly slow past his pecks. Her finger found its way up past his neck tracing his jawline. Steve's eyes fluttered closed reveling in the sensation of her soft touches. As her hand wrapped around his neck her thumb ran circles across his skin. A gasp escaped Steve's lips as he opened his eyes to once again lock gazes with the spy. Her expression was unreadable as her eyes were clouded with intrigue.

His arm found its way around her waste as he pulled her close. Feeling her soft body against his own Steve's mind came alive as his attention turned to her soft pink lips. Natasha's eyes widened in surprise from the action, but her features settled into a devious smile. Bringing her hand to his cheek she traced her thumb over his lips. Expertly drawing the outline of his sensitive orifice. A moan escaped his throat causing Natasha to press closer to his firm body. As she stood on her tiptoes leaning in Steve gave into his desire and lowered his head. Closing his eyes he was just moments away from sweet relief. Then he felt a pair of soft lips on his cheek. His eyes opened suddenly only to watch Natasha back away with an innocent smile before she turned to walk towards the shower.

Steve was standing with his eyes wide and his mouth open at a loss for words.

"W...What was that!?"

Natasha turned her head slightly.

"I don't know what you're talking about Cap?"

He pointed at her accusingly.

"All of... That!? The touching... the almost kiss!"

Natasha stopped right at the door of the shower.

"Oh I did kiss you didn't I?"

"On the cheek!"

Natasha raised her eyebrows.

"So you want me to kiss you?"

Steve's expression fell.

"Well I mean after all that... Wait..."

Natasha laughed a little.

"You are so easy Rogers."

With that she disappeared into the steam of the shower leaving Steve in the locker room bewildered. Groaning and leaning back into the wall his eyes were still fixed on the door to the shower. He had no words. His mind couldn't even begin to process any of what happened. Steve was a tired man, and right now he just needed rest.