Lucky - Chapter 5


Saturday went well. Despite him dreading making food for 8 instead of 2, she made it go smoothly. She went with him to the grocery story to buy everything he needed – and he had needed a lot to just to feed a Demigod and a Super Soldier, let alone everyone else. She bought all the booze, too, and as the evening was winding down, the team finished their last drinks and left one by one, thanking them for the lovely dinner.

"So, ah, Barton," Tony asked before he left with Pepper, "Tell me, can I collect my winnings?" Oh, the bet. He chuckled and shook his head, trying to play it smooth, "Goodbye, Stark." Tony pouted, but resigned as Pepper cleared her throat. That left her and Agent Hill.

"All right, children," Hill teased, "One more drink for the road?"

"Children?" she gasped, "Careful, Maria. I'll drink you so far under the table, you'll be seeing stars for years." Had they always called each other by their first names?

"Guys," he slurred, "Shh, not tonight. Just one more. Only one." They winked at each other before looking at him. "Lightweight," they laughed in unison. He ignored the jab and poured three glasses, until Hill glanced at the clock and realized it was almost one in the morning.

"I better go," Hill signed, "Maybe next time we can have that drinking competition."

"Yeah," she returned, frowning ever so slightly, "Next time." She walked Hill to the door, gave her a quick hug, and locked the door behind their friend. Then she was kissing him. Her mouth tasted of blood and liquor, and she was pressed firm against his body. He knew she was strong, but he was suddenly, completely, willingly overpowered by her.

It was drawn out, almost violent; her fingernails dragging down his back, marking roadmaps of skin she claimed, scratching and pulling through fabric, his teeth catching her already bruised lips. He pushed her towards the couch, and she clung to his waist, pulling him with her, neither one of them coming up for air. He reached for the top of her shirt. She took his wrist hesitantly.

"Are you ok?" he panted, fingers lingering at the top of her blouse. Her eyes were dark, careful, calculating, but in answer, she leaned up, catching his mouth on hers again. Caught up in the moment, he pulled, and the sound of tearing fabric reached his ears. The buttons on her shirt popped, tumbling to the floor. He dismissed the hesitance, he dismissed the idea of her and Bruce; he was just glad she had finally chosen him.