so 2 for 1 deal! natasha's POV and a new chapter! you can skip the other POV if you want, I don't mind. it's not really all that related to the story, i had it written way before i wrote it from steve's POV and just decided to kind of.. make it related. hope you like it.

I smoothed the soft silk over my muscular abdomen, looking at myself in the mirror. Scarlet waves cascaded down my back, a few strands slipping forward to my low neckline. Diamonds sparkled at my ears and neck. I picked up my small clutch and left the hotel room.

I went down to the hotel restaurant. Dim lights hung from a high ceiling, with warm candles on the tables. The walls were ornate, and reminiscent of a different era.

I walked over to the hostess. "Hi, I was supposed to meet someone. A Mr. Lee."

I knew it was a fake name. He didn't want his identity known if he was caught.

"Right this way." The hostess beamed at me and walked away. Probably just hoping for a big tip.

I followed her to a booth and slid into it.

."Would you like me to send over a server?" She chirpily asked.

"Yes please." I said, smiling at the elderly man seated across from me.

"So. Mr. Lee." I said, once the annoyingly hostess had left.

"I can assume you're the new girl Diane was talking about." He said, looking at the menu.

"Yes. And I prefer to be payed upfront." I replied, looking at my own menu.

He nodded. "Once we leave. We can't do it in public."

"Of course. It's hardly my first time."

We began making light conversation. I danced around the topic of his employment. I was hindered by the necessity of him not knowing how much I knew.

After only a few minutes a server came over. I ordered a martini immediately.

The conversation dwindled as the main courses arrived. I made little effort to keep it going. I had heard some of the things he did to women and had only disgust for him. But I kept up the perfect facade, smiling sweetly and laughing at his pathetic excuses for jokes. After dessert I leaned back.

"So, will we leave now?" He asked.

"I'm afraid you aren't going anywhere, Mr. Fascelli."

He froze, the arrogant smile on his face slowly fading. It was replaced by a resigned look of pure terror. His face had visibly paled.

"How do you know that name?" His voice almost seemed shaky.

"I know people."

He shook his head and downed the last of his whiskey. "You were sent by the organization." It wasn't a question.

"Yes. We've been watching you very closely since that incident."

"Of course you have. So what happened to the whore that was supposed to show up? You kill her too?"

"I have no problem with her. It wasn't hard, bribing her."

"I have very few people loyal to me these days."

"I can imagine. And even those you think are need only petty cash to join us."

"Who was it? That gave me away?"

"Your bodyguard."

"He's a good kid. Make sure he doesn't get involved in this."

"I'm not sure your and my definition of good would quite match up."

"So this is it."

"Yes."

"Let me order a scotch."

I nodded and let him.

"So how is this going down? Back alley somewhere?"

"Not exactly." I stood and walked away. As I was walking past him, I stabbed his chest in one quick movement. He barely made a sound as his head hit the table.

I walked over to the hostess and payed the bill.

"My companion would rather be left alone for a while." I said, smiling.

"Of course!" She handed me the receipt.

I walked out, pulling on a coat. Mission accomplished.


Natasha's POV

I opened my eyes and moaned. Even my dark room was too head was pounding.

I had drank way too much last night. After my sixth cocktail was just a blur.

I rolled out of bed and staggered to the door. I opened it and managed to get to the kitchen without falling.

Steve was sipping coffee, leaning against the counter. I fell into the high stool at the island and groaned.

"Coffee."

He grabbed a cup and poured me some, smiling.

"What are you so happy about?"

"You're funny when your hungover."

"I'm also extremely homicidal when I'm hungover."

"So what does a hangover even feel like?" He asked curiously.

"Are you honestly saying you've never had a hangover?"

"Never. At least, nothing serious. Worst I've ever gotten is a light headache."

"How?"

He smiled. "It was the 40's. People didn't get that drunk. That and I tended to be the designated driver for Bucky and whatever dame he had gotten that night."

"And now?"

"Can't even get drunk, let alone hungover."

"Care to test that theory?" I said, smirking.

"You're honestly suggesting more alcohol right now?"

"I'm Russian. I can take it. And the best cure for a hangover is more booze."

I finished my coffee and sauntered over to the fridge. I pulled out a bottle of vodka and put it down on the counter in front of Steve.

"Drink." I commanded.

"All of it?" He asked, surprised.

"As much as it takes."

"Just so you know, you probably won't have any alcohol left if you're trying to get me drunk."

I smiled and grabbed two shot glasses from the cupboard.

"You're on."

He smiled and poured the vodka for both of us.

I swallowed mine and moaned with pleasure. It was the good stuff.

He grimaced as he swallowed.

I laughed at his face and poured myself another. He did the same.

After ten shots he grabbed the bottle away from me as I spilled it in a large puddle around my glass.

"Hey!" I protested. I tried grabbing it and fell over the counter.

He laughed. "I'm cutting you off."

"I'm Russian! I can take it! And I'm sure as hell not going to let some pussy ass American beat me at a drinking game!"

He laughed again.

"Wait, why is there two of you?" I questioned.

He laughed and then jumped when the phone rang. He ran to answer it.

"Hello?"

I didn't hear the rest of the conversation as I grabbed the vodka bottle and started glugging it down.

"Tony's coming back." He said, grabbing the bottle back off me.

"Tony! He won't cut me off!" I said brightly. I jumped down from the stool and fell flat on my face. He laughed and dragged me to my feet.

"So I take it you want to go see him?" Steve said, laughing.

"Yes!" I screamed. "Once you drink the rest of this and another bottle."

He grimaced and swallowed the rest of the bottle. He grabbed another out of the fridge and drank it in one mouthful. "Now you need to shower."

"Hey!"

"Natasha, I could smell the vodka off you from Russia."

I didn't struggle as he pushed me into the shower.

"You gonna get me naked?" I teased.

"I trust you to be able to undress yourself." He said, blushing. He switched on the shower and left.

I struggled as icy water fell on me. I tugged at the zipper on my wet dress from last night and stood.

I felt for the dial and turned up the heat.

I washed my hair quickly and stumbled out. I pulled on the first things I found in my wardrobe and staggered out.

Steve caught me by the door.

"Woah! Are you sure you want to go?" Steve said, smiling.

"Yes!" I said. I threw my arms around him and grabbed the vodka off the table behind him. He only noticed when I started drinking. Steve grabbed the bottle off of me and put it down. He pushed me out the door.

"No more drinking Tash."

I pouted and walked into the elevator. I giggled when I fell onto the wall.

He followed and pressed the button.

The cabride to Stark Tower was giggly. At least, I giggled a lot. Steve just watched and occasionally laughed at me.

Jarvis greeted us warmly when we entered. The elevator took us straight up to Stark's main floor.

Tony, Pepper, Thor, Jane, Maria and Bruce were just toasting with some champagne. I giggled and ran over to hug Tony.

"Natasha! Steve!" Tony said.

"She's drunk. Very very drunk." Steve said.

"Ah. That explains it." Pepper said.

I backed away from Tony and clumsily poured myself a glass.

"And you let her get this bad?" Bruce said, raising an eyebrow.

"Kind of. She got pretty drunk last night after a mission, and was very hungover when she woke up. She was complaining and I happened to mention that I had never had a hangover. She challenged me to a drinking game. I won."

"Seriously? Even I lost to her!" Tony exclaimed.

"I'm Russian Stark!" I said from on top of the table. "Everyone, get drunk. Now!"

Thor laughed and grabbed two bottles of champagne. He passed one to Jane and swallowed the other in one mouthful. The others quickly followed suit. Even the ever dignified Pepper grabbed a bottle. Only Bruce and Steve didn't.

"Come on Hulky!" I said, putting an arm around him.

"I'm good."

"Don't be a buzzkill!"

"I think the other guy would be just as much of a buzzkill."

"If he's drunk how much damage can he do? And do you actually know for a fact that getting drunk will make you hulk out?"

"Well, no-"

"Exactly!" I shoved a bottle into his hands. He hesitated before popping it open and drinking. I grinned and sauntered over to Steve, who was sitting in the corner watching.

"You could at least try getting drunk." I said.

"I'm fine."

"Come on." I pulled him to his feet. "Jarvis! Music!"

"What genre would you like Miss?"

"Something I can dance to."

"I do believe most music can be danced to Miss."

"Techno."

He started playing some Nicki Minaj song. I pulled Steve into the center of the room and started grinding against him. Jane pulled Thor out and started teaching him how to dance. Tony started doing some totally ridiculous moves and persuaded Pepper to join him. Maria started doing some surprising yet subtle moves. Bruce stood away and watched.

"Louder Jarvis! And close the curtains!" I shouted over the music. Jarvis even turned the main light into a gobo light.

I giggled as Steve awkwardly tried dancing. "Move with the music!"

He blushed and followed my instructions.

I finished another bottle of champagne. "Tony! We're out of champagne!"

"There's a fully stocked drinks cabinet and some beer in the fridge."

I nodded and stumbled over. I grabbed some vodka and grabbed a wine glass. I clumsily poured it in and put the vodka back.

Then Jarvis put another song playing. Everytime we touch.

I walked back to Steve. He seemed slightly more comfortable dancing. I looked around and realized that most of the couples were dancing together. I smirked at him. "Well Captain. Looks like it's just me and you now."

He blushed slightly.

I moved closer as I danced, listening to the music.

Your arms are my castle,

Your heart is my sky,

They wipe away tears that I cry,

The good and the bad times we've been through them all,

You make me rise when I fall,

Cuz everytime we touch,

I get this feeling,

And everytime we kiss,

I swear I could fly,

Can't you feel my heart beat fast

I want this to last

Need you by my side.

Suddenly I pulled Steve's neck down and kissed him. I heard gasps around me.

He wanted more. His hands started roughly tugging at my t-shirt. He barely seemed in control of himself. He pressed my body so tightly against his I could feel his erection rubbing against my crotch.

Then I broke away.

"Guys, I just had an awesome idea!" I said.

"What?" Tony asked, grinning.

"We should prank call spiderman!"

"That silly little kid?" Bruce asked, grinning.

"Yep."

"Jarvis, turn off the music and get Peter Parker on the line!"

Parker picked up on the first ring. "Hello?" He asked. His voice was bright and cheerful.

"I guess his voice still hasn't broken." I whispered to Bruce. He smirked and silently high fived me.

"Hey Spidey. I was just wondering if you shoot your web out of your dong!" Tony said.

An adolescent wail was heard on the other end. "Why won't you just leave me alone!" He cried.

I fell to the floor laughing. "Classic Stark."

"Happy... to... please!" Tony choked out. "So who's the daddy?"

"Daddy?" I asked.

"Who's Spiderman's daddy? Obviously you're his mom, but who's-" Stark was interrupted. By me. Throwing a cushion. At his head.

I stormed over and started quite efficiently beating him to death with a cushion. Jane, Pepper and Maria all joined in too.

He would have been dead in an hour, two hours tops, if we hadn't fallen to the ground laughing.

"I am not related to that dweeb!" I said, trying to stand.

"Really? Are you sure? Cuz Black Widow and Spiderman... sounds like more than a coincidence."

"Well it isn't. Now drink!"

Tony giggled and swallowed a mouthful of scotch. I tried standing and fell down.

"So what happens if you get this drunk on a mission?" Bruce slurred.

"Clint-" I paused and swallowed a mouthful of vodka. "It was postponed."

"We should continue prank calling people!" Pepper said, giggling.

"Fury next!" I said, pushing myself onto the couch.

"Awesome idea!" Tony said. "Jarvis. You know what to do."

"Let me talk. And make sure the whole helicarrier hears." I said.

"Hello?" Fury asked warily.

I prepared my best Indian accent. "Hello, I'm a representative of Love Yourself Inc. I'm calling in reply to your complaint about model #15942, the Deluxe Real Touch Dildo."

"What? What complaint? I never made a complaint-" Fury stuttered. "Our records show you made a complaint on September 5th, saying that the vibrator motion wasn't functioning properly, and overall it just wasn't doing it for you."

"I- I- I never said that!"

"Assuming you are indeed Nick Fury, you did."

Tony put up the live feed of the helicarrier. I watched a blushing Fury in the control room. Everyone was laughing as the conversation went over all the intercoms.

"I swear to god, when I find you, I will kill you!"

I laughed and hung up.

"Awesome Tash!" Jane said. Everyone was on the floor again.

I took a swig of vodka.

"How about we go green?" Tony said, pulling out a bag of weed. I laughed and grabbed it.

Soon the entire floor was covered in a smoky haze, as were our minds.

Steve's POV

After a while I just dragged Natasha out. She and everyone else were too drunk and high to protest. I took her home and put her to bed.

I fell asleep on the couch, thinking of her.

The next morning I once again awoke with a crick in my neck. I quickly got up and made coffee, and found some painkillers for Natasha.

She got up at midday. I heard vomiting coming from the bathroom and ran in. She was kneeling beside the toilet, throwing up the entire contents of her stomach.

"Get the hell out."

"I outrank you." I said, holding back her crimson curls.

"Get the hell out now before I cut your freaking balls off."

"No."

She grabbed a knife and held it against my throat.

"You won't use it." I said easily.

"Just try me." She dropped the knife and started vomiting again.

"I'm starting to see the homicidal side of hungover Natasha now." I joked.

"Not funny." She stood and glared at me, grabbing a toothbrush.

"I think it's hilarious."

"Try thinking that when you're dead."

"Really? Is that the best you could come up with?"

"When the hell did you get so arrogant? I thought you were still all 40's modesty and shit."

"America's changed. Only fitting that its captain should change with it."

"Its captain? You're only a captain, not the freaking president."

"Please. They love me."

"Too much."

"So do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Love me."

"I'm not American." she said, dodging the question. Her face showed confusion.

"What do you remember about yesterday?"

"I don't know... I woke up hungover... challenged you to a drinking game... I think... did we go to Stark Tower... Why?" She asked, confused. I looked into her eyes. She genuinely didn't remember anything. Not even the kiss.

"That's all?"

She nodded and pushed past me into the kitchen. She poured herself coffee and took some of the painkillers.

"I am never, ever drinking again!" She said, eyes closed.

"Glad to hear it. I've had to carry you home drunk twice in the course of two days."

"You should be honored you even get to touch me."

"Of course I am, your royal highness."

She opened her eyes for long enough to glare at me and closed them again. "Maybe I should try an Irish coffee..."

"Not five seconds ago you said you were never ever drinking again."

"I lied. Get over it." She said, standing and going over to the drinks cabinet. I grabbed her waist.

"Oh no you don't."

"Lemme go!"

"Nope. Not happening."

"Don't you remember what happened last time you tried fighting me?"

"Yes, but your hungover and barely able to keep your eyes open."

"I could still kick your ass."

"No you couldn't."

"Wanna bet?"

"I'm good."

"Baby." Her small fist went into my stomach and she tried getting away. I kept a tight grip on her.

"Nice try."

"I'll scream for help!"

"I'm Captain America. Even if anyone did come, they would call the cops for you cause they'd assume you're the bad guy."

"You've been spending too much time around Stark."

"With the amount you've been drinking, it's definitely you that's been around him too much."

"Touche. Now let me go, I'm going to get dressed."

I loosened my grip slightly and she went into her room. I couldn't help but watch her ass as she left.

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