Bad Ideas: An Avengers Fanfic
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Bad Idea #10
Or
Not-So-Bad Idea #2: Never Know If You Don't Try
Steve couldn't really explain how Natasha ended up in his arms, pointing a can of whipped cream at his face. In fact, he couldn't really remember anything while she was so close, her piercing green eyes staring into his baby blue orbs.
"Surrender," she said, smiling as if she had already won their stand-off. Steve smiled back, tightening his arms around her in a sudden burst of courage.
"Never," he replied. He heard the door open and close quietly, but he didn't take his eyes off of the beautiful woman in front of him. She smirked as she raised the can to his face and sprayed a whipped cream moustache on his upper lip. He reached for the can, leaving one arm wrapped around her waist. She laughed and held it out of his reach, they moved backward slightly and backed up to the island.
"You've got something there," she said, pointing at his cream moustache. He smiled, he couldn't bring himself to move away from her. Natasha brought her hand to his cheek and wiped away the cream with her thumb. Unlike that night in the diner, she didn't withdraw her hand. Steve watched intently as the smile left her lips slowly. He inclined his head toward her and boldly moved to close the gap.
He was slightly shocked when she didn't break his limbs when he kissed her, and even more shocked when he felt her kiss him back. Her lips tasted spicy and Steve liked it. He felt her arms around his neck and tightened his arms around her small waist even more. They stayed locked together a few more seconds until Natasha broke away, Steve tried and failed to hide his disappointment when she briskly moved away into the living room.
"I can't, Steve," she whispered. He moved to the room but didn't stand near her, not wanting to crowd her.
"Why not?" he asked.
Natasha turned around and was struck by the hurt in Steve's baby blues.
"It wouldn't- couldn't- work," she said, shaking her head. She knew she would never be with him, no matter how much he tried to persuade her.
"A lot of things that people thought would never work went perfectly," he said, softly.
"Steve, I'm poisonous. I harm most things I touch, it's inevitable that I hurt you," she whispered, folding her arms.
"I don't care. I don't care how much you push me away. I don't care how many excuses you make," he said as he crossed the room toward her, watching his step (he didn't think falling on his ass would help the situation).
"Nat, I lo-"
"Don't say it," she pleaded as she rushed over to place a finger over his lips.
"Please, just don't say it." He gently took her finger away and held her hand tightly.
"I love you," he whispered. That was when Natasha Romanoff did something that Natasha Romanoff just didn't do: she cried. She literally fell into him as tears started to flow down her cheeks.
She never felt so weak and small in her life as Steve enveloped her in his arms. She was always taught that love was nothing more than a chemical reaction in the brain, it was something that made you weak, something that clouded your judgement. She had been programmed and tortured and brainwashed so much that she had forgotten what love felt like, what it felt like to be loved. Steve stroked her red hair and wondered why three words had this kind of effect on the Black Widow. Then he realised, she didn't know how to respond… He rested his chin on her head and held her close.
"Can't we at least try?" he whispered. She looked up at him.
"We wouldn't know where to start," she said sadly, looking up at him. Steve smiled softly.
"I might have an idea," he said, a slight grin on his face. She looked at him quizzically. He tilted her head toward his face with his finger under her chin and kissed her softly. When he broke away he saw the small smile he loved so much light up her features.
"You've had worse ideas," she smiled.
"This is a bad idea."
"So," he said like a petulant child.
"Never know if we don't try." She smiled up at him again and placed her head on his chest again. Steve closed his eyes and began stroking her hair again.
"We're gonna have to clean this up, you know," she said.
"I know," he replied, not moving from their embrace. He heard her laugh and sighed as she finally moved away from him and into the kitchen. Steve felt like jumping for joy when Natasha turned her back, he hadn't been this happy for, well- seventy years… His thoughts her interrupted when Natasha threw a mop and bucket at him. Yup, the original Nat was back.
It took them two hours to clean up the mess, Steve had slipped at least four times but Natasha was as sure footed as ever. Sometimes he just in awe of her grace, the serum hadn't been designed with poise in mind.
"You're staring at me," Natasha pointed out, she was peeling off the Cling film with her back turned to him.
"How did you know?" he asked, confused.
"I know everything," she answered. Steve didn't know if she was being serious or not, so he just laughed.
YEEEEEE! THE FEELS! Phew, got that out of my system. How do you like it? Let me know what you do be thinking. If you have any bad ideas for these two or for Clint and Hennessy, let me know. Also, do you like Hennessy?
Thanks for reading,
Love ya! ;)
