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Chapter Ten
Her phone was ringing.
Steve was amazed that he could hear Natasha's phone ring, while in the shower. It was obnoxiously loud. It was her SHIELD phone. He supposed the volume needed to be loud, so that she was alerted whenever the agency needed her. Who knew what kind of mission Fury had for her. Or what trouble Earth was in.
Right now, though; the captain needed her. A week had passed and things seemed to be going well. After all, she would consider having her back pressed against the wet wall, while Steve thrust into her; a good thing. Blissful even. What was hotter than having sex with a gorgeous and kind man, while water ran down his well sculpted body?
She could feel how aroused he was, by her own body. Aroused by the way the water ran down her body. Her nipples perked up, hard against the palms of his hands. As his thumbs circled around the sensitive area, she moaned even louder. Her heavy breathing fueled him. Caused him to grab at her legs; lifting them up and pushing in further.
Another ring; "I think you're needed." He breathed, as he continued to move his hips. By now, he wasn't sure if it was water or sweat matting his hair down.
"Fuck that. It can wait." She breathed, while wrapping her arms around his strong shoulders.
Now even more aroused, Steve sped up. His hips dug into hers, as he felt his tip pushing up against her cervix. Her legs yanked him in further; wanting him to push as far as he could. Their lips locked for only a second; his bucks making it hard to keep them together. Soon, her hips twitched, as the result of an orgasm. That was all the captain needed, before he was pulling himself out and letting his seed swirl down into the drain.
Breathing heavily, Steve pulled away from Natasha's body. Her feet were eased onto the floor, as she reached down to touch herself. It was throbbing. Her body was still weak, from her climax. Endorphins kicked in and soon she had her arms wrapped around his strong neck. Her full lips pushed up against his tenderly. The affectionate gesture, caused him to smile and pull her in closer.
The phone was still ringing.
Natasha growled, as she removed herself from his body. There were plenty of other agents working under Fury, why couldn't he bother them? Surely Agent Hill would have sufficed. As the assassin answered the phone, Steve shut off the shower. It had been the first time, he ever had sex in the shower. The sensation was almost too much for him to handle. Looking down, he cursed under his breath. Despite having climaxed, he was still hard.
After wrapping a towel around his waist, he stepped out into the main room. She seemed a little agitated, but overall reserved. She was an agent, trained to take orders. Just like he was a soldier, trained to not ask questions. She turned to him, while explaining, "I need to go. Some people from Banner's past are on his tail. I need to steer them away."
"Does he know?"
"No. We've done this many times, over the year."
"Should I go?"
Natasha shook her head, "No, this isn't an Avengers mission. It's simple, it always is."
Steve nodded. He may have been a captain and a member of the Avengers, but he wasn't a SHIELD agent. This mission wasn't under his jurisdiction. And although he was sworn to protect the Earth, he wouldn't insult the agent's ability. Natasha was a strong woman and possessed super human skills that she could handle this on her own.
After the Loki incident, Bruce Banner had gone back to India. Calcutta had become his home. There he felt at ease, despite the hustle and bustle of everyday life. His skills as a doctor were able to be utilized, in order to help those who were sick. Amongst the people, he felt human. There he wasn't a huge green monster. He was Bruce Banner. Not the Hulk.
It was always easy to steer enemies away from the doctor. This wasn't the first time Natasha was sent on this kind of mission and she sure it wasn't the last. Banner may have helped save the world, but it didn't mean people still weren't after him. It only seemed to be recent that he was able to control what the Hulk did, as shown during their fight in New York City. She knew the captain always felt bad; the very process that had made him a super soldier turned Banner into a monster.
It had taken a couple of days and pretty soon Bruce was in the clear. Of course, the doctor knew nothing about it. SHIELD had decided it would be best for him to continue living his life peacefully. After all, he had to deal with the prospect of turning into the Hulk. The least the could do, was help him out a little.
Still, she couldn't say that her and the doctor hadn't become close because of Loki's attack. Banner was her responsibility to retrieve and as a result, she stuck with him up until the SHIELD ship was attacked. He really was a nice man, who seemed more than thrilled when he was needed for his intelligence rather than the other guy. She figured, while she was in India, she might as way pay the good doctor a little visit.
The Avengers had gone their separate ways, after Thor had taken Loki back to Asgard. Natasha saw Banner leave with Stark; the two were both scientists and probably spent some time together. But, it wasn't long before everyone went their own ways. Fury had decided he didn't want to track them, since they had all deserved some time off. They would know when the world was in trouble again and would assemble.
Besides Barton and Romanoff, who were both SHIELD agents; they had kept a track on Banner. Considering his past, he was the only one they felt needed their help. They may have provided Captain Rogers with an apartment, but they really weren't keeping tabs on him. Stark was always in the media, so it wasn't hard to find him. Thor was the only one they would have difficulty contacting, but she knew in case of trouble, he would appear.
Knowing where the doctor's little shack was, Natasha gave a light knock and waited. She could hear the fidgeting of Banner's feet and could see him peering through the peephole. She gave a smile, as the door was opened, "Agent Romanoff, what are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd stop by and say hello."
Bruce gave a look around, before letting her in, "What are you doing in India?"
The redhead gave a shrug, "Everyone needs a vacation, don't they?"
The doctor gave a small laugh, while heading to the kitchen, to start making tea, "You can't fool me. Who was on my trail, this time?"
"Do you really want to know?"
After a moment, he shook his head, "No. How...um, how have you been doing?"
"I'm been fine," She wasn't going to reveal her relations with the captain, "Have you seen our dolls?"
Bruce chuckled, while turning around and folding his arms, "They have a Hulk doll. I really never expected that. Some of the kids, who run around town, have them. They don't know its me, but...its still very strange to see."
Natasha gave him a small smile, as he placed a cup with hot water and a teabag in it. Bruce sat down, while asking, "How's everyone else doing?"
"Fine. Barton and I are still working for SHIELD. I'm sure you see that Stark's still very...well, himself. We haven't heard anything about Thor since his arrival back to Asgard."
"What about Steve?"
She stopped, for only a moment, before replying, "He's doing well. I see him a lot in the gym. He's...trying to adjust to everyday life. I think the Avengers initiative actually helped him."
"He's a nice guy," The doctor cracked a smile, "It's funny, how the same process had such different outcomes on us. But, he's trapped as well. He may not have the problems I do, but it seems he can't die either. He's outlived everyone he use to love. And if that's any indication of what will happen, the two of us will be friends long after everyone's gone," He paused, before smiling, "Maybe we'll be having beers with Thor in a million years."
Death was something Natasha thought little about. She wasn't afraid of dying. She had faced death many times. But, the scientist brought up a good point. Despite being frozen, the captain had survived. Was he immortal now? If so, then it was very possible he would be able to outlive them all, "Well, if that were the case, at least you two will be able to adjust to the world as it grows."
The two chatted for a little bit after that. The doctor didn't want to continue to talk about dreary things. He had to say, saving the world had brightened up his thought process. He was able to prove he was useful and not a ticking time bomb. He was able to control the other guy. And most importantly, he was able to know that he wasn't alone in this world. It was nice to know, that there were others like him. Others that he could possibly call...friends?
Natasha left back to her small hotel room, about an hour later. It was getting late and although Banner had offered for her to stay in a guest room, she opted to stay at the hotel SHIELD had provided. She would heading back in the morning and truthfully, she didn't feel like sleeping in a shack. It was a nice gesture, but she still refused.
She entered her room and headed for the liquor cabinet. While pulling out a cup from the cabinet, she paused. She studied the sounds of the room, the scent in the air. After spending time with the captain, she had let her guard down. But, Steve wasn't here and she wasn't home. Her training kicked in and she wouldn't be fooled again.
She finally pulled the cup out of the cabinet, while pouring in the alcohol, "What are you doing here?"
Loki smirked. He was happy to see that she was reverting back to her old ways, "How's the monster doing? I'm so surprised that he would live in such a crowded city. Not really an ideal location, for someone looking to control themselves."
Natasha turned around, to face the Frost Giant, "Other than when you attacked SHIELD's ship and battling the Chitari in New York, Dr. Banner hasn't had an incident in over two years. And I think you know what happens, when he gets angry."
The memory of being thrown around by the beast, ran through his bones. Not wanting to show this, he commented, "Oh, yes, I do remember. I admit, I was a bit ahead of myself. Those plans were flawed from the start. The mistakes I made then, won't be ones I make again."
"Or ever."
Loki laughed, at the glare she was sending him. With a smug smirk, he stepped closer and cooed, "Why so angry, Natasha? Is this anyway to be treating a friend?"
"We are not friends."
"Aren't we?" He was close to her, but she wouldn't move, "Don't scrunch your face in disgust. You initiated it. And you enjoyed every moment," Slowly, he began to circle her, "See, I've figured you out. I had thought you were growing soft. Weak. This new found affection you've developed for the human race, made me question you. But, then I realized something. It's all an act. It's ok, Ms. Romanoff, to be what you really are. Do whatever you want."
Natasha snarled, as Loki moved behind her. In one quick motion, she had slammed the back of her head against his nose. He flinched back, as turned to swing. Though, he strongly grabbed hold of her wrist and yanked it down. While keeping a strong grip on her, he gingerly moved his other hand to touch at the blood sweeping out of his nostrils, "Are we really going to start this little tango again?"
"There is no tango," She glared, "I'm nothing like you."
A sinister grin slowly crept onto his lips, loving the challenge. With his hand tightly gripped around her wrist, he pulled her forward. Her body went along with the motion, though still on guard. Her gaze never left his; she was letting him know she wouldn't be fooled again. How wrong he was going to make her soon.
In one swift move, the palm of Loki's hand made contact with her cheek. Natasha quickly retaliated, swinging to kick him across the face. As his body moved back, he yanked again at her wrist. Her body moved along with the motion; flipping over to free her hand from his grip. Her victory was short lived, as he crouched down and kicked at her ankles.
Natasha's body slammed down and before she was able to move, Loki quickly stomped his foot down on her stomach. The attack caused the agent to gasp a little, going to grab at his own ankle. This only made him step down more, sneering at her, "You know, Natasha, I really do enjoy these little quarrels we get into. Makes me feel young."
Snarling, she spat, "Good; considering you're practically two thousand years old."
"Well, looking at your recent track record; you tend to like them old."
His last banter was all she could take, before throwing him off her. Loki's back hit the ground and before he could get back up, her foot pressed down against his windpipe. As it was becoming hard to breath, his eyes flicked up to lock with hers. There was no hesitation in her eyes, no second thought. She would gladly stomp down her foot and crush his windpipe.
The fire in her eyes fueled him. Caused him to yank at her ankle and send her crashing down, onto the hard ground. His hand quickly yanked her down, by her belt; to then crush his lips against hers. It was to be expected that she would fight a little. She pushed him back. She even made an attempt to get up. But, he was too quick for her. Before she even had a chance to get up, he slammed her back down, and kissed her again.
It wasn't long, before she was fighting his mouth back with her own. Her judgment was clouded. In fact, there was no thought process. Her body let go and allowed the burning desire that crept up her spine. She bit him. Scratched, clawed, and pulled. Anything to get a reaction. She wanted whatever torment he had for her. Any assault.
Loki was more than happy, to provide. He grew harder, the more she attacked him. Every scratch and pull of his hair, only aroused him more. The way his lips bruised. The way her nails clawed at his arms; opening up his skin. It all fueled him on. Caused him to yank her head back, by her red hair. He dove for her exposed neck; sucking at the sweet skin.
His teeth were pricking at her skin, but they weren't biting hard enough. Growling, she breathed heavily, "Going soft, huh?"
He slowly smirked. Loki pulled away from her neck, to look deep in her eyes. She was begging him. She tried to fight it, but he knew better. Her hips were moving upwards slightly, begging to be entered. Chuckling, Loki yanked her pants down, while cooing, "My dear, you like a moth to the old flame."