Chapter 11

By: MysticFantasy

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Steve looked at the clock again and sighed with frustration when he saw that only two minutes had passed since he last checked.

Natasha had been gone for nearly five hours and with each minute going by, Steve was getting more and more worried.

He knows that she's more than capable of doing things on her own. Heck, he'd seen her take Thor down during a mandatory group sparring practice.

He figured that he was chalking up his nervousness to not knowing how she was doing. He hated it when a teammate would get hurt. It was worse to see Natasha hurt.

Steve knew that it had nothing to do with the fact that she's the only female Avenger on the team. He knew from experience that women can be just as tough as men.

Why am I getting myself worked up like this? he asked himself as he moved to the small kitchen area and began to make a pot of coffee. Natasha can take care of herself. She's a tough woman. She seems like a delicate girl when you first see her but she has her share of surprises.

Pouring the freshly made coffee, Steve found himself thinking about Natasha a little more.

Peggy had been the toughest woman he had seen in his time but Natasha took the meaning to a whole new level. She was the kind that if she didn't get her answer or information right away, then someone was most likely going to get shot or stabbed.

Like Peggy. Natasha didn't put up with anything from anyone. She didn't let anyone boss her around. If they did, they were sure to be nursing their wounds later.

Come to think of it, Steve was actually surprised that Natasha even followed his orders in a fight.

Maybe it was just because he was the team leader.

As if to bring him out of his worried thoughts, the door to the suite opened and in walked Natasha dressed in that little black dress of hers.

Steve quickly walked over to her as she closed and locked the door.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine." she answered. "That club wasn't as exciting as I thought it woud be. If Emily hadn't suggested on it then I wouldn't have gone to it."

"Anything I can get you?" Steve asked.

"Is that coffee fresh?"

"Yeah. Let me get you some."

"Hold onto that for a while Steve. I need to take a hot shower first. That club smelled horrible."

"Alright." Steve said as Natasha walked by and to the bedroom to gather her clothes. He took the chance to speak in their developed code to see how the mission went.

"So how was the club?" (How was the mission)

"Not too bad actually." Natasha answered. "Not to crowded. So that was a plus."

"Did you like the music?" (Did you get the information)

"I did." she answered. "Honey, can you get my zipper please?"

"Of course." Steve answered and hoped his face wasn't turning red as he pulled down the zipper of her dress.

"There were more guys than I thought there would be for that kind of club though." Natasha said as she walked into the bathroom and kept the door half open. (There was more security than we thought)

"Really?" Steve asked.

"Yes but they weren't anything special." (They weren't a challenge)

"Good." Steve said.

"Are you jealous honey?" Natasha asked with a teasing smirk.

"Maybe." Steve answered.

"Don't be jealous." Natasha said walking out in a pink silk robe that reached her knees. She walked over to Steve and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're the only man in my life."

"And you're the only woman in mine." Steve said placing his arms around her. "But your clubbing nights are over now right? You promised." (Is the mission over?)

"My clubbing nights are done. There will be no more until our anniversary." Natasha answered. (The mission is finished. We can leave after tomorrow)

"Good." Steve said and kissed her forehead. "I remember the last time we went clubbing with your friends."

"Hey, I wasn't the one who started dancing on the bar counter. How Anthony managed to pull off those moves up there is beyond me." Natasha replied heading back into the bathroom.

Steve chuckled before heading back to the kitchen to make sure the coffee was still fresh. He was very relieved to see that Natasha was alright and the mission went as planned. They just had one more day to stay in Paris and then they would be going home.

While Natasha was in the shower, Steve decided to make her a small sandwich. Her metabolism was almost on par with his but not close enough.

A while later, the blond spy walked out of the bedroom still in the pink robe with her damp hair tied back. She smiled as Steve handed her the food and coffee and they sat on the couch together.

"So, what should we do with the rest of our honeymoon?" she asked.

"More sight seeing is all I can come up with." Steve answered. "You're the one who's been here before sweetheart."

"Boy have I." Natasha mused before taking a drink of her coffee. "Just be glad that was before we were married."

"What aren't you telling me?"