When Clint woke up the next day he instantly remembered what had happened the night before, "Fuck" he whispered. Clint knew what it was like to be plagued by nightmares, he was trained as an archer in a circus and then became a deadly assassin at a young age. You don't go through all that death without some form of trauma. "I don't think any of us don't suffer from night terrors or memories from our past. We wouldn't be Avengers if we didn't" said Bruce. Clint must have been thinking out loud.
"What I don't understand is why she hid those memories?" Tony questioned thoughtfully. "I mean God damn it even Nat sees someone about her time in the red room. And if they've gone through everything together then … shit it must be bad" Tony let out with an exasperated sigh.
Clint thought about it for a while before anger bubbled within him. He was frustrated with himself and the others. "It is our fault. The only one that made her feel welcome is Nat and although I imagine they take comfort in each other when no one is looking their both still trained spies and they probably don't speak about feeling, showing them instead" Clint almost shouted at the rest of the group.
"He's right," said Bruce and Steve as they walked around the corner, heading to the coffee machine. "We didn't make her feel comfortable enough to let her guard down, she only feels that way when with Nat and even then probably when they're alone," commented steve as he gulped down a large cup of coffee, almost inhaling it.
"It's no ones fault" said Natasha as she rounded the corner, shocking all the boys out of their conversations. "Even if your welcome was good enough it would take her months to trust people. She wasn't just trained like me but also experimented on. Lyssa …. Larissa doesn't trust anyone and spend most of her time in isolation. It is easy with me because she had never known any different. Just give her time and she will talk to you, explain it to you … trust me" explained Natahsa reassuringly.
"Now if you don't mind I'm gonna take a shower and do not pretend like this conversation never happened when you see her. She doesn't like lying … unless it benefits her" Said Natasha with a chuckle, giving a pointed look to Tony, before leaving back into her room.
Natasha closed the door lightly, in fear of waking the sleeping girl. But there was no need the bathroom door was closed and she could hear the faint sound of the shower.
In a bold move Nat stripped of her clothing heading into the bathroom, clouded by steam. She took Lyssa's naked form. She wasn't just attracted to her body but also her ability to care for others. Tony and the Avengers may not be able to see that side to Lyssa yet but she had saved them multiple times with no thanks and not even a second thought.
Nat carefully stepped into the shower behind the girl that she loved, she did not want to scare her.
Lyssa knew it was Nat by the way the door closed and the steps sounded but also by her strange ability to feel her girl's presence next to her. When Nat entered the shower and wrapped her arms around her, she sighed and relaxed against Nat's body. They were content with just being able to hold each other without the fear of being punished for inhumane behaviour or being sinful.
Lyssa would never give this up. From here on out she would try to open up to the team as she knew it would hurt Nat if she closed herself off. After all a few nights ago Nat promised that this period of isolation is normal when adjusting to a new world, just like steve, Clint and Nat herself went through.
Finishing their shower and getting dressed in a T-Shirt and jeans along with fluffy if Nat ever told anyone about she would kill her personally, hidden in her combat boots. They headed into the kitchen to start on lunch, as it was mid day already.
When Lyssa walked into the kitchen to find a note saying that the boys went out to go on a run. Natasha slid her arms around Lyssa reading the note over her shoulder giving a rather unlady like snort at the idea of Tony or Bruce going on a run.
Knowing the others would be out for a significant amount of time, Lyssa relaxed and slid out of her metaphorical armour.
Feeling Lyssa relax into her, Nat began kissing the other girls neck, leaving a trail of sweet saliva up to the girls jaw and landing a loving kiss on her lips. Lyssa instantly responded by swiping her tongue across Nats lips, silently asking for entry, Nat giving it knowing she would fail this battle of dominance. They're tongues danced together in their mouths while their hands roamed lovingly over the others body. Each girl memorising and familiarizing themselves with the others never ending curves.
Nat's hands landed on Lyssa's ass, giving it a playful squeeze as she did so, eliciting a moan from Lyssa's occupied lips. This sent Nat into overdrive, gripping the girl harder, pushing her thigh between the other girls legs.
Lyssa knew what she was doing, teasing Nat until she would let loose and melt into her body, love and passion flowing between them. Lyssa backed up against the kitchen counter, giving Nat no other choice but to lift her to sit upon it. Lyssa opened her legs so the other girl could stand between them, pushing their bodies ever closer against each other.
Their breathing was heavy and Lyssa top was ripped of her body, Nats following not long after. They both stood their in bras and jeans, both with a blush that began at their chest rising to their cheeks.
However before they could continue the front door opened and their very sweaty team members walked into the shared kitchen, each with a differing shocked looks plastered to their face. Tony just could not keep his mouth shut even after seeing the look of fear on Lyssa's face and sympathy on Natasha's.
"Well I was not expecting that" Tony blurted out. Natasha who had been in the real/normal world longer than Lyssa now knew that it was okay to be attracted to girls, although still felt uneasy expressing that in front of others. However Lyssa's eyes filled with fear and then rage. They would punish them. Hurt them. Kill them. But more importantly kill Natasha. Her Natasha.
Without hesitation and before the team could react, Lyssa's eyes glowed with rage and she grabbed a small knife out of her bra and a gun from within her boots. Holding the Knife to Tony's through and pointing her gun towards Steve. She would not let them hurt Natasha. No.