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Hey guys! I'm back. Time to see what plan Peter has while they are on the quinjet. Please R&R. Enjoy!
Natasha counted her knives as she and Steve waited for Wanda and Peter to get on the jet. She'd already counted the collection at least six times, but one could never be too careful. She started tapping her foot on the floor waiting for the pair to walk into the hangar. Normally she wasn't so impatient. But being on the run was hard even by herself. Add two mopey teens and a 100-year-old American hero and things got even more stressful. Getting up, she walked over to where Steve was in the cockpit and sat down next to him. He was checking their flight path for the millionth time. Natasha smiled to herself. Apparently, she had taught him something after a year on the run.
"You ok?" She asked putting a hand on his shoulder. He was tense at first but eventually relaxed into her touch.
"Fine. Just tired of…" He trailed off. But she didn't need to hear it she already knew. Tired of running. Tired of looking over their shoulder. Tired of not being able to stay in one place or have a feeling of normalcy. She wished for the same thing.
"Do you think they're ok?" Steve asked gesturing towards the open hangar door.
"We're fine," Wanda said walking in. Peter was next to her and he seemed better than he'd been for the last two weeks. Something wasn't right. Peter's left-hand kept thumping against his left thigh. He was nervous about something. Wanda was better at being subtle about it, but her eyes betrayed her. They darted around the room not landing on Steve or herself. Everything about them spelled mischief.
"What are you two up to?" Natasha asked staring down at the two. Peter's spine immediately straightened at the question.
"Uhh… nothing, nothing."
Wanda shot him a dirty look that was meant to be discreet but was actually painfully obvious. They were planning something. Natasha glared at the pair for a few seconds before turning on her heel and walking over to the hangar door. She closed it with ease before walking back to Steve and sitting down in a copilot's chair. Wanda and Peter sat in the back of the jet whispering quietly about something. Sighing she just sat back in the jet and closed her eyes. The flight to the new safe house was 12 hours away. Because they were on the run it was important to cover their tracks. They'd fly two hours over US airspace before flying over Siberia for another four. Then they cut through Japan before sending a decoy drone back to America. Finally, they'd head back to the UK and stay in England. The drone would continue its journey for another twelve hours before landing in the Pacific Ocean and frying its systems and data. Long story short, it was going to be a long flight.
Looking back down at the small safehouse as they took off, Natasha felt a momentary pang of sadness. This was where they'd lived for the last six months. Being on the run meant never settling, but the safe house in Bolivia was the closest they'd come. There was no use now. She'd never be able to return here. Steve glanced over at her and immediately noticed her wandering mind.
"Nat, you ok?"
"Fine."
Apparently that answer wasn't good enough for Steve because he turned around set the jet to autopilot and then pulled her into a private room away from the two kids in the back.
"You know Peter can still hear us and Wanda will just reach out telepathically right? We're not getting privacy on this plane."
"What's wrong Nat?" Steve asked
"Nothing," Nat lied. She wanted to tell Steve everything. How she felt about leaving. How she hated settling and moving. When she was with the red room or shield that never happened. She was always moving and changing assignments and personalities. But she couldn't tell him about her past. And she couldn't tell him that she liked him. She still wouldn't say love. That word had too much power. Whatever. The point was Steve couldn't know how she felt.
"Are you sure? You know I'm here for you right?"
"Yeah Steve, I know. But I'm fine, I swear."
Steve continued to stare at her, his beautiful blue eyes staring into hers.
"Ok," Steve said finally breaking the eye contact. Suddenly there was a loud crash and the lights on the ship flickered on and off. The two raced over to the door only to find out they couldn't open it.
"Are you guys ok?" Steve shouted through the door while Natasha looked for an air vent.
"We're fine," they heard Peter about through the door.
"What happened?" Nat asked.
"Peter and I were messing around and we accidentally dropped all the boxes in front of the door," Wanda responded.
Steve sighed and shook his head. "You accidentally dropped all the boxes that were on the other side of the quinjet behind a locked door in front of the only way out of the room." Steve said skeptically.
"Yes." Came Peter and Wanda's over eager reply.
"Can you guys move them?" Natasha asked annoyed.
"No."
"What about your powers Wanda?" There was a quiet scuffling behind the door.
"I can't?"
"Why not?"
"Because umm… I'm really tired. Yeah and the boxes are heavy, and I don't want to use my powers if I don't have to."
Natasha rolled her eyes. "You're a terrible liar. Almost as bad as Steve was."
"Hey!" Steve interjected. "I wasn't that bad."
"Due to your terrible lying we were on the run from shield because they knew you were hiding something."
"... ok fine but I'm better at it now."
"Sure, you are." Natasha said smiling.
"I'll start moving them, but I have to do it one by one so who knows how long it will take," Peter said.
"Ok we'll wait in here I guess," Steve said walking over to the other side of the room.
Natasha sighed shaking her head.
"Well what now?"
"I don't know." Natasha nodded and walked over to the weapons cache on the other side of the room. Looking over some of her knives, she realized the tips had gone dull.
"Do you want to spar?" She asked tossing the knife over to him.
"Why not?"
The two took their stances circling around each other. Steve moved first aiming for a strike to the shoulder which Nat quickly dodged before retaliating with a kick aimed for the chest. Steve dodged before moving to hit again. They sparred like that for a little while. To anyone else it would have looked like a well-choreographed routine. The dance ended quickly when Steve managed to get the upper hand and pinned Natasha to the floor.
"I win," Steve said breathing heavily. Nat smiled up at him before taking his legs out from under him and flipping positions.
"Still think so?" She asked smirking. Their hot breaths mingled in the air. Before either of them knew what was happening, their lips were crashing against each other. They stayed like that for a while, just letting years of pent up feelings be said through a single kiss. When they finally broke apart, they just sat there, Natasha on top of Steve panting heavily. Just then the door began to creak open. Wanda and Peter stood in the doorway staring at the two of them on top of each other.
"Ummmm…" Peter began. He and Wanda slowly walked back out the door closing it behind them.
"I thought you said it was ok to go in!" Steve and Nat heard Peter whisper behind the door.
"I didn't think they'd be like that! I never saw it when I surveyed their minds!"
Steve and Nat laughed walking out the door. They were almost to the new safe house.
Author's Note: Yay! Romanogers is finally here. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. I am just putting the finishing touches on the next chapter so that should be coming up soon. Until next time!