21 : Will work for food
(Mention of recreational and medical use of marijuana)
Sid woke slowly, in that blissful state between sleep and wakefulness where most people experience peace. Her entire body was in a haze of comfort. She was warm and cozy, resting on a bed that felt like literal perfection. The sheets were smooth against her legs and the comforter was just heavy enough to supply repose, but not overheat her. The warmth was most concentrated down her spine and so she pushed herself back into it like a cat, absorbing it completely and letting it sink into her bones.
The warmth curled around her then, almost sentient in the way strips of it dragged up from her wrist. When it graced her elbow, it slid from her arm and pushed across her stomach, stirring up a heat that had been dormant for quite some time. She let her body move with it, feeling it pull her closer to its source, engulfing her in a dreamy sensation.
Her eyes fluttered softly as the heat continued to caress her, holding her closer, engulfing her totally as a tendril of hot air curled around the column of her throat and up her to her ear. Tingles spread down to her fingertips and toes, and she couldn't help the sleepy smile that curled her mouth.
A moan escaped her lips when she felt the heat push back against her, becoming substantial. More strips of heat dragged up her stomach, ghosting over her breasts before it rested on her neck and she felt the heat dig in, gripping her just enough to let her know it was there. She tilted her head, allowing the furling heat the access to glide down the skin of her neck. She gasped when the sweetest caress of a kiss trailed along her shoulder.
For just a second she reveled in the sensation, the incendiary spark that lit a fuse straight to her center and caused her to arc against it in complete desire.
Then the second after, she realized that heat was not corporeal. Reality began to dribble back into her senses. She felt large, strong fingers coiled around her neck with a sensual grip, the solidity of an expansive chest pressing against her arching back. A fist gripped at the material covering her stomach, while a bulge of heroic proportions ground against her backside. She didn't fully realize what was happening until she felt teeth sink into her skin and the most gentle lapping of a hot tongue soothed the sensitive spot and brought her to full attention.
She gasped her eyes open which must have been just loud enough for Steve to wake up from whatever fantasy he had been dreaming of. Limbs froze for what felt like an eternity, silent, entangled, and apprehensive.
On the fourth second Sid was thrown from the bed in a heap of blankets and pillows with a yelp and a crash. Once she was able to extricate herself from the mound of king sized sheets and comforter, she huffed out her annoyance on the floor and saw Steve standing on the other side of the room, his face a mask of utter horror as he stared back at her.
"I — are you? —did I…?" He stared at her, obviously appalled, muttering apologies and muddled questions as his chest heaved breaths in and out. His hands gripped the wall, acting as if that were the only thing keeping him back from her.
"Steve —," Sid started, her mind still reeling from what just happened and she was very suddenly aware of the consequences of her heavy alcohol consumption.
Steve just stood, unresponsive, his eyes glassy and distant as he continued to breath heavily. When he finally focused on Sid, he opened his mouth a few times, only to close it quickly after. Blinking heavily, his lips took on the shape of a thin line and he glanced over at his clock and then back at Sid with bashful eyes above reddened cheeks.
"I —," he began again and froze. He pushed off the wall and stood unsteadily, glancing at the bed and then back at her.
Sid leaned forward on the floor, her legs splayed out and tangled in blankets, eagerly waiting for his sentence to finish.
When he focused on her again, his face was in a frantic facsimile of his usually steely exterior. "I have training." He said starkly, allowing the silence to stretch for only a few seconds before he turned away from her and left the room without another word, barefoot and in his pajamas.
Sid sat there, staring at the open door with her mouth gaping as her lust began to dissipate. The nausea surged forward this time, a consequence of her ardent alcohol consumption and hasty removal from the bed, and it made her vision swim. She gulped back some bile and then looked back at the door where Bucky was now standing, leaning against the wall with his face perfectly impassive.
"What?" Sid growled at him, wavering slightly from the effort it took.
"What's his problem?" He asked with a level voice.
Sid flopped onto her back, sinking herself into the magnanimous comforter and sighing, "Circulation…" She replied testily and Bucky snorted. The effort of falling back into the blankets had dislodged something violent in Sid and she lurched upwards with a gag and shouted, "Oh god!" as she frantically scrambled over to a trash can by Steve's window and promptly threw up far too much half-digested gin.
When her stomach was good and empty, she wiped at her mouth and groaned, glancing over her shoulder to see Bucky still standing in the doorway and looking quite smug. She groaned heavily again and then spit one last time before crawling back over to the comforter and slithering herself inside of it.
A grin tickled Bucky's lips as he spoke, "You need anything?"
Her only response was a very long groan.
"You sure?" He patronized as he saw the lump start to roll around slowly beneath the blanket in despair.
She popped her head out suddenly, her eyes bloodshot and her hair in a tattered mess, "How about a bullet to the brain?" She replied bitterly and then lost herself among the sheets again. She fingered the material for a second and grumbled under her breath, "An orgasm might be nice…" She heard Bucky snort and then her entire body went stiff, how could she not remember he had super human hearing!?
"Well, you know where to find me when you need help with that." His reply came gruffly and she was silently praying that he hadn't heard her lascivious addition.
She thought that he was gone and so she relaxed into the blankets and sighed.
"Either of them." She heard Bucky add with a chuckle and then she heard his footsteps begin to disappear.
Feeling like she might cry, she buried her face into the blankets and tried to breathe. She tried to get herself back together. She didn't have time to think about what the hell this meant. Last night she had been horrible to Steve and her words and actions fiercely disgusted her. No more than two minutes before, she and Steve grinding up against each other in a way that felt so perfect, she couldn't possibly have placed herself in reality. No more than a minute after that, she was propositioned by her mysterious and murderous friend to either put a bullet in her brain or to give her an orgasm.
To be honest, she wasn't sure which was more terrifying.
She shook her head to rid herself of these thoughts which she then realized was a grave mistake as the blankets began to spin. But she unfurled herself slowly, peeking out of the cracks in the whiteness for suspicious super soldier feet waiting to torture or tease her. When the coast seemed clear, she got herself dutifully to her knees and then soon to her feet. All with only two instances of such intense nausea that she had to dry heave into Steve's bin. Eventually she just laid back down.
Glaring at the bin itself, she cursed it, being on her feet had not lasted very long at all. "This is all your fault you stupid bin." She snarled at it, her arms wrapped around it in an intimate embrace. Laying her head against the metal, she groaned in effort as she got to her feet officially, the bin snuggly wrapped in her grasp like a newborn as she made her way into Steve's bathroom, not only to wash out her refuse, but also to try and present herself like a functioning human being.
Whatever the hell that entailed in this place.
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Clint and Natasha were currently climbing stairs to reach the top of Stark Tower. They did this some days, running up flights of stairs in a race of speed and agility to keep themselves sharp.
No matter how much they trained or how often they were out in the field, they always took a bit of time together to step out and have a little fun. That was quickly what these stair exercises became.
Clint pushed through the door to the roof first, bringing him out into an area that seemed to be reserved for maintenance. Through his labored breaths, he rose his hands in the air over New York City and gave a triumphant cheer, celebrating his victory over Natasha.
The air above New York was usually either clear and crisp or thick and muggy. Being up this high usually relieved them of the usual city smell, the one that seemed to stick to every surface down on the streets. When he took in his first focused breath, to calm and center himself, he froze and turned back to the door as Natasha burst through, looking rightfully pissed.
"You pushed me!" She growled and slapped his shoulder.
He recoiled away from her, gasping in shock. "I pushed you aside, unlike someone who likes to shove people down stairs!" He snarled back at her and they fumed for a second, until Clint inhaled again and then went slack, "Oh yeah!" He looked around for a moment, sniffing.
"What?" Natasha asked, suddenly suspicious. Clint rarely turned down a good shouting match.
"It smells like weed up here." Clint said rapidly and then took a very deep inhale. "Oh yeah, definitely weed."
"Thank you Pawfficer McGruff." Natasha replied dryly. "Yes, it smells like weed. Why shouldn't it? Tony? Bruce? Would you really be surprised?" She flashed him a restrained grin.
Clint chuckled and stretched, "No, I guess not." He looked back out at the horizon and started to stretch out his arms for his and Natasha's hand to hand training. He was just hitting a beautiful spot on his upper back when he saw a puff of smoke curl up from behind a bin containing Stark tech. He gave a half chuckle and glanced at Natasha who was looking at him expectantly with her eyebrow raised.
He shrugged his shoulders and started walking over there, the wind and the noise pollution enough to hide his steps from everyone but someone super. He glanced back a few times at Natasha who was working on not grinning in that casual way of hers as she trailed behind him leisurely. They found the right bin by following the puffs of smoke and then rather mischievously, crouched down and went to surprise whoever it was smoking the half illegal substance.
"GOTCHA!" Clint jumped out and shouted and Natasha scoffed at him while rolling her eyes.
The response was a scream so shrill it actually got Natasha to plug up her ears. Clint went cross-eyed for a second until the screech ended and he had to shake out the ringing in his hearing aids.
"Oh my god! I have a prescription!" Sid yelled her reply at them with hands up, one hand holding the earbud she accidentally ripped out in terror.
"Sid?" Natasha came from around the corner, the infinitesimal switch in her eyebrows showing her surprise, "What are you doing up here?"
"Smoking a dooby." Clint sang it.
Sid relaxed her arms when she realized no one was trying to kill her and yanked out her other earbud. After she inhaled a few deep breaths of oxygen she glared at Clint, "Oh my God, Clint no one says dooby anymore."
Clint just grinned, his shoulders and hips wiggling like a cat ready to pounce. "Rollin a fatty?" He drawled through a grin, his tongue sticking out between his teeth.
Sid just laughed, grown accustomed to Clint's ridiculously audacious behavior for being a top secret super spy. She'd been gradually getting to know the other Avengers over the last few weeks. What started as a dissertation on her biology turned quickly into bantering conversations that rapidly grew very affectionate. Between showing up to eat with Steve and stopping by the lab, she'd gotten to meet almost all of the Avengers by now. Tony and Bruce were large as life and quixotically practical, respectively, but she had a singular affection for Clint and Natasha. Their relationship was ambiguous but affectionate, both shared a biting sense of humor and wit the likes of which Sid had never seen. She respected them for their skills, but she quickly grew to love them as individuals.
Clint sat next to her and poked at the apparatus in her hand, "What the hell is that?"
Sid took a small hit on the electronic box with some sort of tank on top filled with an amber liquid. There was a crackling in the tank and Sid inhaled for a few seconds, holding it for a bit and exhaled a thick plume of vapor. "Personal electronic vaporizer. This here is a mod that an electrical expert friend of mine designed — basically a fancy battery. The top is an rebuildable atomizer which vaporizes liquid into vapor, which I inhale instead of smoke." She sighed, "I smoked a carton of cigarettes over the last few days and I feel disgusting, but I needed something to taper me off nicotine use again." She shook the tube at them, "This is it."
"Filled with cannabis oil?" Natasha quipped.
"What are you the Principal?" Clint chuckled and then made grabby hands at the thing, "Show me, show me."
Sid chuckled and showed him how it worked, "The city of New York forbids the smoking of medical marijuana, but not edibles and oils used for vaping." She paused her studious tone and then pulled the apparatus away from a frowning Clint, "Is Steve going to court martial me because I'm corrupting his teammates?"
Clint grabbed at the small box and was putting the metal tip of the RBA into his mouth as he spoke, "Trust me, we were so far past corrupted, we're circling back again. And that was prior to you even being back in New York." He pressed it to his lips, clicked the button, and inhaled a very small breath.
"So really, I have a prescription?" Natasha drawled as she sat next to Sid on the ground.
"I do!" Sid insisted, but Natasha just rose an eyebrow in disapproval. Sid rolled her eyes, "Fine, it's under a false name, but I still got it! Walked right into a doctor and got approved for medical use."
"I thought it was primarily used for pain meds." Clint exhaled through a series of sharp coughs as he handed the vaporizer to Natasha.
"Pain management as well as an antiemetic and appetite booster. It's also useful for anxiety, insomnia, and people suffering from anorexia. It has a lot of practical uses in the medical field and after much trial and error on my part, it's what works best for me." Sid replied, well versed in the subject after years on the street and her incessant need to keep herself out of noticeable trouble.
"I think I got some Xanax in my bathroom if you need to take the edge off. It might be expired though." Clint leaned back and stared up at the sky.
Sid pulled a face and shuddered, "Can't use it. I've tried plenty of prescriptions — not that I should be proud of it or anything — but weed is the only one that doesn't make me violently ill."
"Maybe it has something to do with your biology." Natasha muttered before taking a small inhale.
"Probably," Sid agreed, "I also was raised by a bunch of hippies during my most impressionable years, so there's probably something to that." Clint chuckled softly and Natasha smiled around the drip tip.
Natasha exhaled without issue and rose a challenging eyebrow to Clint before refocusing on Sid, "So what's bugging you?"
"What do you mean?" Sid smiled weakly.
"Well, you're up on the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the world, smoking weed, and moping." Clint grinned, "Sounds like a story. Actually, it sounds like an eighties movie."
Natasha cleared her throat as Sid took back the vaporizer and switched the tanks to a nicotine liquid as to not overdo it on the marijuana. Natasha's tone was casual, "Not to mention the fact that you're not wearing a bra underneath Steve's sweatshirt and no panties beneath a pair of Steve's boxers."
Clint flicked his eyes up and down Sid's body and frowned over the fact that he missed that, "Hey, how do you know what Steve's boxers look like?" He flicked his eyes to Natasha who was not looking amused.
"Because I bought ninety percent of them." She rasped back dryly. Clint cringed and then faced Sid, waiting for an explanation.
Her eyes went back and forth between them a few times and she took a deep inhale of her vaporizer to try and prolong the moment. God knows, two master assassin ninja spies would figure it out soon enough. She exhaled the plume of vapor and then she inhaled a lungful of fresh air. "You probably heard that my friend died," she started and they both nodded in a woeful manner, "well, I just kind of lost it. Went a bit too crazy. I'd been living a good life too long and her dying — it's just…"
"You don't have to explain that." Clint added sincerely.
Sid shrugged and wiped at her teary eyes, "Well, I've pretty much been drinking since I left the other day. I had the wise idea to go hang out with a crew Callisto had to save me from a grip of years back." She noticed Natasha's inquisitive blink and explained, "I got in deep with them during a rough period. I took too many drugs — real drugs — got knocked around a bunch, and didn't know how to get out until she dragged me back by my hair." She smiled ruefully and sighed, "So for some reason, I thought meeting up at his home and going out for a night on the town was a great idea."
"You were looking for a punishment." Natasha said with finality and it made Sid flinch.
"Yeah, maybe." Sid gave her a shrug and a weak grin, "Got so wasted last night I barely remember any of it until I was out in the alley and some dick rag bashed my head against the wall. I couldn't stop him, being the complete drunken fuck up I was, but he didn't even care." She exhaled heavily, guilt rising up in her throat.
"Are you okay?" Natasha said, her voice had the slightest edge to it — almost compassionate, almost murderous.
Sid nodded, "Steve found me before anything else happened. Beat the shit out of the —,"
"Heh," Clint interjected suddenly, "dick rag."
Sid shook her head, chuckling softly, "Yes, Steve beat the shit out of the dick rag. Then he and I got into it and I was an emotionally shattered drunken mess and said awful things." Her face crinkled in sadness, "Callisto was the one person I've known the longest. We knew everything about each other." She sighed shakily, "Without her, I'm just a whisper of a myth. It's like the tether to my life here just suddenly —," she made a popping sound with her lips. Her face went blank before she pulled another breath in on her PV.
"And the clothes?" Natasha urged.
Sid leveled her with a bitter glare, "The clothes are because what I wore last night was about one-eighth of the material of Steve's sweatshirt. I probably scandalized Captain America." Then she had the horrible realization that she had just been grinding against the boner of the Brave New World just a few hours ago. His fingers of freedom had been digging into her flesh and his patriotic pearly whites had sunk into her shoulder and pulled up very passionate feelings. What she experienced had to be the epitome of the American wet dream.
"What?" Natasha reacted to her face.
Sid floundered for a second, trying to play up her rather lusty thoughts as general discomfort, "We — I — he brought me back here, got me cleaned up, I cried some more and begged him to lay in bed with me." She recited it like a police report. Her features looking just as eager as she sounded.
Clint was giggling again and Natasha shot him a quick dirty look before glancing back at Sid and eyeing her up and down again, "And?"
Sid exhaled heavily and glanced at Natasha, wondering just how vague she could be and get away with it, "We just woke up in a rather —," she chose the word delicately without much pause, "compromising position. I freaked. He freaked. Then Bucky offered to either shoot me or fuck me, I'm still not sure."
Clint was now doubled over laughing, "Are you serious?"
"Are you?" Natasha rebuked him and he continued to giggle just shaking his head.
"No-n-n-no," He chuckled out and took a deep wheezing breath to regain composure, "Jesus Sid, that's a hell of a way to spend twelve hours."
She shot him a dark look, "Don't give him a hard time for it, okay?"
Natasha rose an eyebrow, "If you didn't want anyone to know about it, why did you tell us?"
Sid scoffed and leaned her head back against the metal bin, "Have you looked in the mirror lately? You're you." Natasha grinned slightly and Clint chuckled, "You would have either pried it out of me or you would have pried it out of Steve and caused a huge commotion. And since Clint refuses to not take every opportunity to get a rise out of someone, I decided it would be easier to just come clean." She eyed him harshly and he shrugged his agreement, "Aside from all of that, I'm also atrociously hung over. I have no will power right now. I'd do anything if you made a vague allusion to giving me a cheeseburger."
"Or an orgasm." Clint added and Natasha snorted, surprising everyone, including herself.
Sid looked at her and they shared a tense moment. They were both equally trying not to laugh, their faces stretched in a slight pantomime of seriousness. Clint watched on in silence, rapt with who would break first.
Sid blinked really slow and for some reason that set off Natasha. Her laughter was melodic and deep, comforting to the core. Her chuckles set off Sid which in turn set off Clint and they rolled around he rooftop for a few minutes, laughing until their sides hurt for no good reason.
Bucky found them all ten minutes later, lying on the ground, the last dregs of their laughter leaking out between pained groans and harsh breaths.
A/N
Ahhhhh filler. But fun filler. Before anyone jumps on me for weed usage, understand that it is actually a very helpful medicine for those it works for and in those places where it is legal, it can be safely used for recreation. I've studied it a lot and I now know a lot of the science behind it and know many people who use it to manage their physical or mental disabilities. So chill, ok? It made sense for where I'm going with the story and Sid's origins. Plus, it was funny.
So I have yet another health issue cropping up so I just wanted to let you all know in case things get a little rocky in the next few weeks. I am pretty confident I will be able to keep to my schedule, but just in case, I wanted to warn you.
Thank you all so much for reading. I hope you are having a terrific weekend! Leave me a comment! Tell Lmere how perfect and wonderful they are! Also tell yourself how terrific you are and give yourself a wink from me.