Heather POV
I woke up and saw Steve sitting on the chair next to me, asleep. He looked so peaceful, like his past was not with him. In his dreams, he was his own person. Maybe he dreamt about being back in the 1940's?
I got up and went over to my wardrobe, picking out the clothes that I was going to wear today. Stark had packed my wardrobe full of basic clothes with size 12 clothing. How did he know my size?
Leaving Cap sleeping in my chair, I went into the bathroom and had a shower. I washed my hair twice and then got dressed. I exited the bathroom, fully clothed, drying my hair and saw Steve getting up to leave.
"Uh..hey." he said, a bit nervously. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"I don't know. I haven't had breakfast here before."
"Do pancakes sound okay to you?" he asked.
I nodded. "Pancakes sound great."
He smiled at me for a couple of seconds before leaving to exit. He stopped halfway out the door and said "It'll be ready in 5 minutes, okay?" He was also so kind to me.
I nodded and he left me by myself. I decided to look through my wardrobe with the extra time. After searching through the piles of different coloured tops, Stark really had a lot of money, I went to the kitchen.
"Mmmm...nothing beats pancakes and syrup." I said, taking a big mouthful of the food Steve had prepared.
"Do you like them?" he asked.
"Yeah they're amazing." I said, taking another big mouthful. "Have you cooked before? You must have cooked before to cook at this kind of standard."
"I cooked once or twice for my mother and father, but apart from that I didn't have time. Especially after the serum."
"Oh yeah, about that." I started, soaking up the syrup with the last part of my waffles. "What's your serum do exactly?"
"Increased strength, stability, speed, stamina, senses, agility, reflexes, mental process, healing and ageing." he listed.
"Woah. That's quite a selection. So, does that mean your going to stay this young forever?"
"No, no. It just means that, because my cells are extra healthy, my time in the ice paused my ageing process, but now that I'm unfrozen I should age normally."
I raised my eyebrows. "Should?" I want him to age normally. Although having a guy looking like that for the rest of your life isn't a bad thing...
"I will age normally." he confirmed, taking another sip of his coffee. "Hopefully. Anyway, I hope you feel better this morning. You seemed unstable last night. Sorry if I wasn't much help."
I shook my head. "You were just the help that I needed Steve. Today, I know that I have the strength to go out and find this guy and get some answers. I know Romanoff wants to as well. The pancakes helped."
He nodded and asked "Do you want anything to drink?" He is so polite.
"Just some tea please." He smiled and went to get the beverage. He took even steps, not too heavy, but not to light. The perfect balance. He really did have increased stability. Barton came around the corner. "Any pancakes for me Cap? I could do with some after yesterdays drinking session" he said, rubbing his forehead to emphasis the pain.
"I knew you would say that, so I took the liberty of making extra for you. You eat more than Thor." he said smiling and pointing over to the jug full of pancake mix.
"What would we do without you huh?" Clint commented, smiling. He picked up the mix and began to heat a pan. Steve came and sat next to me, handing me a cup of tea in the process. Cap's hand was grabbing the handle, so I stupidly decided to put my hands round the mug, not even thinking about the hot temperature of it. I immediately let go and the mug would have smashed on the floor, if my reaction weren't quick and I stopped the mug a few centimetres off the ground.
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have-"
"Cap." I said, bringing the cup up in front of me. I span it round, so I could reach the handle and grabbed it. "It's fine. I was just being stupid." I took a sip of my coffee and Steve was about to argue back, but he was looking at something over my shoulder.
"Natasha, are you alright?" Clint asked.
"Yeah." she replied. Apart from the fact that you kissed me. she finished in her head, still looking at Clint.
"WHAT?" I shouted. Her eyes went wide from realisation and then her expression changed to that of anger.
"Heather, what's wrong?" Steve asked, with concerned eyes. Why is he so adorable?
"Umm..." I looked from Natasha to Clint to Natasha to Steve to Clint to Natasha. Don't. You. Dare. Natasha thought, her message obviously directed at me. "Nothing." I replied and sipped my tea once again. I could feel Cap's eyes on me and saw Clint's on Natasha, however she was trying to look at anywhere, but him.
"Nat, you wanna tell me what's going on?" Clint asked putting a pancake on a plate. Natasha looked almost frightened by his question like she didn't want to answer it. Which was true. Probably because she had feeling for him and he was most likely drunk.
"I'm fine Clint." she said, attempting to keep her voice level, but I think he noticed the tremble in it. Regardless to her change in tone, she grabbed Clint's plate and went through the door to the living room. Clint's eyes rested on the door which she made her exit out of for a moment and then returned to making some pancakes for him.
Stark came into the room. He was wearing a red and gold dressing gown, his hair was skewiff and he had huge bags under his eyes. "Good morning Sir. Hangover coffee is ready to collect." JARVIS said over the speakers to which Stark didn't even reply to. He just walked over to the coffee machine, got his drink and left again, probably to go back to sleep.
"Okay, now that that's happened, wanna tell me what's wrong with Nat?" Clint asked raising his eyebrows and taking a sip of his coffee. Hey, when did he make that?
"It's her business." I said, with a little smile. What is she up to? I heard him think. "You will have to ask her that yourself. It doesn't deserve to come from me."
Now he was really confused by the situation. He hesitated for a moment before placing his coffee on the side and going out of the room. "Well, I don't want to be there for that car crash."
"What do you mean?" Steve asked.
"Lets just say that Natasha has news to tell Clint."
"Big news?"
"I don't think it's big news to us, but it is big news to them."
"Them? You mean it's involving them both?" Cap said, hiding behind his mug slightly. I could see that he was trying to get answers out of me. And it was working.
"Yes. It involves them both." I replied smirking slightly. I decided to leave it at that, seeing as I had now finished my drink. I got up off the seat to leave, but Steve caught my arm as I was standing up.
"I'll call you later about what we are going to do about Petrovich." he said. I ignored the fact that his hand felt like fire and carried on.
I nodded and said "Okay. See you later." with a smile. He returned my smile and I couldn't help but notice his incredibly straight white teeth. Pretty good for a ninety year old...
Natasha POV
I was sitting in the living room curled up on the arm chair, looking out at the city. Stark was annoying, but man did he know how to pick a place with a view. I remember Stark's malibu mansion having the similar perfection, but with the sea as its setting. You're only listing these things because you don't want to thing about it.
Clint kissed me last night and yes that is a big deal, but I can't let that get to me. Black Widow. No emotions. Just try and get through the day without bumping into him. The gym. Great place. I can lock the floor, so only I can use it. I am a genius. Now, lets go now whilst Clint has his breakfast. I placed my mug on the side and got up to leave, but saw Clint walking over to me. Crap. Plans usually work. Well Avengers plans don't usually work the way we plan, but mine do.
"Hey Barton." I said, trying to sound casual. I knew he could tell the tone of my voice was wrong. He always seemed to see through me when no one else can. It's really annoying.
"Hey Tash." he replied. We stood there for a couple of seconds before we spoke like rapid fire to each other.
"You wanna tell me what's going on?" he asked.
"Nothing is going on."
"Bullshit."
"It's true. Nothing has happened."
"Obvious something has our you wouldn't be acting like this."
"Like what?"
"You know what."
"Explain what the hell you are talking about."
"Heather. She obviously read your mind and you two had a secret little conversation that you didn't want us to know about."
"Now that is bullshit."
"She told me to come and ask you about it?"
"There is nothing to ask about."
"I know when you're lying."
"I'm not lying."
"Come on Nat. Don't be blonde. It doesn't suit you."
"So what does suit me. Being an emotionless bitch?"
That stopped him. By this time, my breathing was heavy and my eyes were becoming clouded with tears. I really didn't want this to happen, but I knew it would. He stepped forward and put his hand up to my cheek. "What's wrong with you Nat?" he whispered. His thumb was caressing my cheek, sending shivers down my spine and heat onto my cheeks. The only time we've been this close was last night. My mouth was open, trying to force out words to speak, but I couldn't find any.
I know that we are never meant to be. There are so many other girls who deserve him more than me. Why would he chose me?
"You. You're what's wrong. You're the problem." I managed to say. "Last night...after you drank more alcohol than you needed you.." I looked deep into his eyes and carried on. "You kissed me."
He didn't say anything. There was a deep, long silence filling the short space between us.
"And what did you do in response?" That was not a question I expected. I expected 'You're kidding me. Leave me alone weirdo.' but I did not expect that.
His other hand went to the other side of my face, so our foreheads were touching. "I kissed you back." I whispered, so close that the answer was almost on his lips.
Slowly, he came forward, moving his hands from my cheeks to the back of my neck, and kissed me softly on the lips. I didn't expect that either, but it felt only natural to close my eyes and kiss him back. I put my arms around his back and pulled him closer to me, if he could get any closer right now.
After a few moments, we pulled back to breathe. My hands went to rest on his hips and his didn't move from the back of my neck.
"Like that?" he asked smiling, our noses and heads touching still.
"Yeah." I said, breathlessly. "Like that." I smiled back and kissed him again, gripping onto his shirt like if I was going to let it go, it would let him go too. I could feel his hold on my neck strengthen, but it was nice. I felt like I belonged. Our kisses got deeper as our tongues wrapped round each others, his hands exploring my body. I wonder what he's like in bed? I thought.
"Ew. Natasha, that's disgusting." I heard someone say from the door. We pulled back from each other and turned around to see Stark, with a film camera, Steve smiling slightly and Heather over-dramatizing a disgusted look.
"What?" Clint asked.
I gave Heather a death look, but she ignored it. "Nat wants to know what you're like in bed." I saw Stark with a sick smirk and a raised eyebrows and Steve go a very dark shade of red. Heather was looking at Steve and laughing slightly. My death glare intensified, but before I could start verbally attacking her, Clint sad "You're so adorable."
I slowly turned my head around to him. "Adorable? You're using adorable to describe me."
He chuckled and said "Yeah, but i'm allowed to get away with it." coming closer to me with a grin.
"We'll see about that." I said seductively and kissed him again, but before he knew what was going on, I flipped him onto his back. Everyone was laughing and Stark came over to get a close up on Clint.
"That looked like it hurt." Stark said smirking.
"Yeah, but it was worth it." Clint whispered. God, he is such an idiot.
Stark pressed a button and skipped away. "To YouTube." he announced. Ass hole.
