Chapter 12

By: MysticFantasy

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"This honeymoon was wonderful but I'm glad we're going home in the morning." Natasha said as she pulled back the covers on the bed.

"Me too." Steve agreed as he walked out as he finished putting on a t-shirt to sleep in. "We had fun though. Right?"

"Of course." Natasha answered as they both laid down and pulled the blankets up to their shoulders. "We had a great time."

"Yeah." Steve agreed. He was happy that they were going home and this whole mission was over with promises still held.

"You gonna brag to Anthony about it?" Natasha asked with a smirk as she snuggled into his side.

"Should I?" Steve replied with a smirk.

"I think you should." Natasha answered. "He's always picked on you since you were the last of your friend's to get married."

"You're right." Steve replied. "I will brag."

"That's my hubby." Natasha mused as she leaned up and kissed Steve passionatly.

Steve was grateful that it was dark since he could still feel a blush creep onto his face. It was pretty much the one thing that he hadn't been able to stop during the practices and Natasha had promised to keep the heated kisses to a minamum.

They slowly parted and laid down to rest for the night. They were both glad they were going home and the mission was over.

But secretly, they both wished that the 'honeymoon' had lasted a little longer.

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Steve lightlly flinched when he was suddenly hit with white rice. He saw Clint standing to the side with a smirk on his face as he continued to toss rice at the two.

"Knock it off, Barton." Natasha warned.

"What?" Clint asked innocently. "The happy couple has returned home."

"Mission's over. We're back to being teammates and friends." Natasha said.

"So how was the honeymoon?" Clint asked.

"What happens in Paris, stays in Paris." Natasha answered she headed down the hall toward her room.

"That good, huh Cap?" Clint asked with a sly grin.

"Nothing happened." Steve replied as he placed his suitcase next to the doorway to take back to his room later. Right now, he wanted something to eat. The taste of the food from the plane was still lingering in his mouth and he wanted to wash it out as soon as possible.

He quickly set to work on making himself three grilled cheese sandwiches.

"Taste any of the French pastries?" Clint asked as he sat at the island bar.

"Yeah. They were pretty good." Steve answered as he grabbed a spatula. "Natasha did try to get me to try the snails."

"Did you?" Clint asked curiously.

"One and that was the last time." Steve answered. "I didn't even try the stuff during the war."

"So why'd you do it when Natasha asked?" Clint asked with a smirk.

"Cause she had one of her guns on her the whole time and it's not nice to say no to a lady." Steve answered as he removed the first sandwich and started on the second.

"Well, that first part is a good reason." Clint agreed. "Believe me, I ate a lot of Natasha's cooking over the years because I believed that she had a weapon on her. She was a good cook but I didn't want to take the chance regardless."

Steve lightly chuckled as he flipped the sandwich.

"So, when do you think you'll be blond again?"

"Hopefully soon." Steve answered. "I don't know how much longer I can take being a brunette."

Clint chuckled out loud at Steve's statement.

He did admit that it was strange seeing the captain with chestnut brown hair instead of his usual golden blond locks. It wasn't as strange seeing Natasha as a blond. He'd seen her with that hair color many times but did admit that her natural fiery red hair matched her personality.

"Do you feel less nervous about being around women now?" Clint asked.

"Considering I've only been around one...Can't really answer that." Steve answered.

"Then we're going out tonight." Clint declared.

"What?"

"You, me, Tony and maybe Bruce." Clint answered. "We're going out tonight and see how well those new skills of yours are."

"But I just..."

"Be ready by six." Clint said as he walked off to find the other two men to join them.

Steve watched Clint go and suddenly felt a pit of dread settle in his stomach.