Widow Witch, I was already working on this one shot and changed a few things and I hope you like it.
AU: Steve has his first one night stand and wakes up alone the next morning. He thinks he'll never see Natasha again until his mom introduces him to her new boyfriend Nick Fury and his daughter.
Steve had never done this before. He never had sex before with a woman he just met a few hours ago but he was immediately attracted to Natasha and her fierce spirit. He couldn't believe his luck when this incredibly beautiful woman walked up to him and Bucky and actually flirted with him and not his best friend. Steve didn't even want to come to this new bar and Bucky practically had to drag him out of his apartment but he was so glad that he went with him in the end. Natasha was gorgeous, smart and had a dry humor he found incredibly attractive. He couldn't say no when she asked him if he wanted to get out of here and they ended up at his place. And thankful he was that Bucky gave him as a joke a box of condoms and Natasha didn't notice that he hadn't had sex in a very long time. His last relationship ended years ago and he was terrible when it came to women (even Bucky gave up on trying to set him up with his female friends). But then there was Natasha and the night they spent together was truly amazing.
He woke up with a smile on his face and turned around to see if Natasha was already awake. He could make her breakfast and maybe she had time to take a walk so they could get to know each other better. He was already smitten and he wanted to know everything about her. But the space next to him was empty. Maybe she was already up. The sheets were cold when he touched them, maybe she took a shower and was making breakfast now. He got out of bed, slipped a new pair of briefs on and walked to the kitchen. No beautiful redhead. He checked the bathroom and she wasn't there. He looked for her dress that he had gotten her out of in his living room last night but it wasn't on the couch anymore. Natasha left. He checked his apartment for any notes but she didn't leave any. She left and he had no number, no nothing. He didn't even know her last name. God, he was such an idiot. He thought that last night was the beginning of something and she just wanted sex. And this was New York City, he would probably never see her again.
Bucky, of course, was proud of him for having an one night stand (he slept with her not thinking it would be one) and said that he should feel good having slept with such a beautiful woman. And that it was time for him to finally get laid again (Buck might had a point there, he almost forgot how great sex was). And that it wasn't such a big of deal and people had meaningless sex all the time.
The thing was that it wasn't meaningless to Steve. He felt a connection to her right from the start and thought their night together proved it. He was so sure that she was a girl he could fall in love with but she only used him for sex. Because that's how he felt. He felt used. He would have never slept with her if he knew that she just wanted sex with him. Sex meant something to him and he only slept with her because he never felt so much for someone he barely knew before. He really thought they were at the beginning of a relationship.
His phone vibrated and got him out of his thoughts about Natasha. He checked the screen and it was his mother reminding him that he would meet her new boyfriend Nick this weekend. At least his ma had found someone to share her life with.
Steve showed up his mother's door stepp at exact one p.m on Sunday in his blue dress shirt and grey slacks (Ma said that they would go to a Broadway show later) and with flowers for his mother.
She opened the door with a bright smile and gave him a warm hug. He loved his mother very much. After his father's sudden death when Steve was still a baby it had always been just the two of them. His mother was all he had and he wanted the best for her. He hoped that Nick Fury could give that to her or they would have a problem. Sarah Rogers deserved the world and Steve would make sure she would get it. She had always supported him, he had her support when he joined the army and then later when he went to art school and tried to find a job as an illustrator. She always believed in him and she was the first he called when he landed a job at the New Yorker. Since then his career went smoothly and he made enough money for him (and his mother in case she needed special care later).
"Steven!" She kissed his cheek before she let go of his embrace and then tugged on his hair. He had let it grown out a bit and grew a beard." You look like a lumberjack, dear. How are you, sweetheart?"
"Good. I'm good. And you?"
"Everything's great!" She smiled again and he could see that this Nick guy made her happy. She looked up at him because Sarah Rogers was a petite woman with a beautiful and kind face and her hair was still blonde even though she was already in her sixties. "Have you met someone?" She asked innocently.
He had been hearing this question now for at least three years now. And his answer was always no. His ma already asked him if he was gay and that she knew this really cute guy from her yoga class who was in Steve's age. He told her that he wasn't gay but she didn't look like she immediately believed him. This time he had met someone but that was apparently a night of meaningless sex (a lot of it to be honest) but he would never tell his mother about that. "No, I haven't met someone."
She took the flowers out of his hands and thanked him. He followed her into the kitchen. "You know that Nick has a daughter? Two years younger than you and really, really beautiful."
Oh no, would his mother really try to set him up with her boyfriend's daughter?
"She's coming to lunch, too."
Yes, she definitely would. God, he already felt sorry for him. And the woman.
Nicky Fury was a tall and impressive man who also served in the army and now owned a successful security firm. He seemed a bit grumpy and not very talkative but Steve could see that he adored his mother. His eyes (well more like eye, Fury lost one eye in combat) were full of love and they kept smiling at each other. So far Fury made a good first impression.
The doorbell rang. "Ah, that must be my kid. Always late, the little one." Fury laughed and got up when his mother wanted to get up. "I'll get it."
Fury left the dinning room and his mother raised an eyebrow. "Did he pass your test, sweetheart?"
He laughed. "Am I that transparent?"
She smirked at him. "No, darling. But I'm your mother and I know how protective you are."
"He seems nice. And he makes you happy. I can see it. That's all I want for you, ma."
She reached over the table and squeezed his hand. "That's all I want for you, too."
Fury came back and Steve heard the clicking of high heels on his mother's wooden floor. He was looking forward to meet his daughter because he figured they would see each other now from time to time. Fury moved to the side to reveal his daughter. Steve almost dropped his water glass. That was Natasha! What the fuck was she doing here?
Natasha stared at him with wide eyes and looked like she wanted to bolt. She probably thought she would never see him again.
"Steve, this is my daughter Natasha. Well, adoptive daughter. As you can see we're not blood related." Fury chuckled lightly. Fuck, so Natasha truly was his kid. He hoped that she was just dropping something off and would leave and wasn't Fury's daughter.
Natasha forced a smile and offered him her hand. "Nice to meet you, Steve. Your mother told me a lot about you."
So she was gonna pretend they didn't know each other? Fine. "Hi." He simply said and his mother gave him a funny look. She probably thought that he was being rude. Did Natasha know who he was when she hit on him?
Lunch was interesting to say the least. His mom's food was good as always but Natasha wouldn't look at him. She talked to his mom and her dad but not to him. Ma seemed to notice something because she kept looking between him and Natasha. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't tell her that one week ago they had sex and Natasha left in the middle of the night.
They took a cab to Broadway to watch a afternoon show of My Fair Lady, his mother's favorite musical. Fury saw someone he knew and left shortly to talk to them while Natasha excused herself to go to the ladies room.
"Are you always like this when you meet a beautiful woman?" His mother hissed to him while they looked for their seats.
"What?"
"No wonder, you're still single!" She sighed and sat down. "You barely look at her or talk to her. She's a nice girl, Steve. And single!"
She did sound like a nice girl except that she sneaked out after their night together. He learned from his mother and Fury that Natasha worked at Tony Stark's company as a manager (youngest one ever hired as Fury proudly pointed out) and gave dance lessons for underprivileged kids. She came originally from Russia and was adopted by Fury when she was seven and spoke four languages.
"Don't you like her, Steve?"
"I don't know her, Ma!" He hoped that was enough for her. He really didn't want to tell her the truth. I don't really know her but I know that she has a beauty mark on her left breast. Yeah, that wouldn't fly well.
Sarah Rogers smiled at him. "Well, I'm sure your paths will cross more often from now." She took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "You know, Nick told me that Natasha always had bad luck with guys. She's deserves someone nice and kind. Someone like you."
He tried his best not to snort. Maybe she wouldn't have bad luck with men if she didn't sneak out in the middle of the night! "She's your boyfriend's daughter. I don't think I should date her. It's weird."
She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think so." Her eyes twinkled. "Just imagine how gorgeous your kids would be!"
"Mom!"
"Just kidding!"
Fury came back and took the seat next to his mother which meant that Natasha would have to sit next to him. Great! She came back a few minutes later and the look on her face told him that she wasn't happy with the seating either. She stared the whole show at the stage,was she really going to ignore him forever? Steve had the feeling that their parents were in it for the long haul and they were both in each other's life for good.
The show was over and Natasha looked ready to leave the first chance she got but her dad invited them to dinner and she was forced to spend more time with him. Again, she spoke mostly to her dad and his mother but she did seem interested when she learned that he was an artist and worked for the New Yorker.
She looked at him for the first time. "Did you make that sketch about Harvey Weinstein?"
He was actually shocked that she talked to him. "Um, yes. I did."
She nodded. "That was good. I liked it."
He didn't need to look at his mother to see that she was pleased. Probably thought that the ice was finally breaking. Before he could react his mother told Natasha that he would take her home and she left with Fury in a cab. Thanks, mom.
Natasha walked away without looking at him. He ran after her. "Hey, where are you going?"
"Home?!" She looked annoyed.
"Didn't you hear my mother?"
She rolled her eyes. "You don't have to bring me home, Steve. I'm a big girl, I can get home on my own."
"New York at night is dangerous." He didn't want to spend more time with her but his mom expected him to get her home safely and that's what he was gonna do.
"I have a black belt in several martial arts. I think I will be fine." She turned around and began to walk away again and he grabbed her arm to turn her to face him. "What?" She snarled and they both stared at each other with heavy breaths. His gaze fell to her lips and when he looked up again her eyes were on his lips too. There is was again, this pull between them. They both went for the kiss at the same time and practically devoured each other's mouth in the middle of the pave walk.
He wasn't proud of it but he spent the night with her again. They didn't really talk to each other and ended up at her place because it was closer. He wasn't surprised that he was alone when he woke up the next morning. Natasha already left without any note. At least now he knew her full name and where she lived. And their parents were dating on top of that. He got back into his clothes, made her bed and left to get to work.
His mom sent him a text asking him if he got Natasha home safely. Well, he did. And than he had sex with her. Two times. Not that he would tell his mother that.
Two days later his mother called him to invite him over to a barbecue next Sunday. He just knew that Natasha was invited as well and he wondered if she'd show up knowing that he would be there. He had luck because apparently she was on a business trip and couldn't make it. Fury was there, Buck was too and a few other people Steve didn't know. He hadn't told Bucky that Natasha was Fury's daughter and he really thought that he could keep it a secret from him for some time but his hope was destroyed when Bucky came with two beers and a shit eating grin on his face to him.
"So." He handed him a beer. "This Coulson guy, Fury's co-worker, just showed me a picture of Fury's 65th birthday party. You know who was in that picture?"
He took a sip and didn't answer.
"So you know!" Bucky laughed. "Oh god, this is so funny. You had an one night stand with your mom's boyfriend's daughter!"
Was is still an one night stand?! Was it now a two night stand?! He didn't say anything and started at his feet.
"Stevie?" Bucky poked his thigh with his finger. "Did you have sex with your stepsister again?"
"Oh God, don't call her that!"
"You didn't say no!" He poked him again. "Did you two hook up again?"
What was the point in denying it? "Yes. Last Sunday after we spent the day with our parents."
Bucky laughed so hard he almost fell off the garden chair. His mother came asking them what was so funny and Bucky thankfully came up with a lie.
Steve wasn't proud of it but three days later Natasha showed up at his door late at night and he slept with her again. He knew that it wrong and that she was probably just using him but he couldn't say no to her. It was like she was pulling him into her and despite them not really talking about anything his attraction to her got only stronger. Of course the next morning she was gone and again he felt like a moron. And he wasn't proud of the fact that it happened eight more times in the next two weeks.
His mother met him after work because she wanted to buy a gift for Bucky's birthday and needed his input. Bucky had already told him that he could totally invite Natasha to his party.
They went to a record store to find something for Buck. "Why don't you take Natasha with you to James' party? Nick said that she barely has any friends. She has problems to connect with people. To open up."
No shit, he thought to himself. He already realized that Natasha only wanted sex from him and nothing more. The problem was that he wanted more from her. He wanted to take her to dinner, maybe get his bike out of the garage and drive up with her to the Hamptons. The sex was amazing but he wanted a real relationship but Natasha would probably stop sleeping with him if he told her that. And despite feeling used in the morning, he really liked sleeping with her. Yeah, he knew that made him a dick.
"Steve?"
"Huh?"
"Why don't I give you Nat's number so you can ask her if she wants to go to James' party?"
So his mom had her number and got to call her Nat. He was having sex with her and didn't have her number or called her Nat.
"Sure."
She smiled at him and found a record he knew Buck would love. She invited him to dinner and told him more about Natasha. She seemed to think that he didn't like her and tried to sell her to him. Natasha was left at a Russian Orphanage and lived there until Fury met her during a trip and adopted her. The kids made fun of her and she only had one friend named Clint who died in a car crash when Natasha was sixteen. She survived with a knee injury that ended her dancing career before it really started. She got married when she was 18 much to Fury's dismay and her husband turned out to be an asshole. He knew that his mother didn't tell him everything about that marriage but he could fill in the gaps. She only told him that Fury took care of it and he briefly wondered if Fury killed the guy. He felt bad for Natasha and for the first time he understood why she was the way she was. She was scared that she would get hurt. And he also knew that he couldn't sleep with her anymore after what he just learned about her. It didn't feel right after how her ex-husband had treated her.
His mom gave him Nat's number and he texted her the next morning explaining how he got her number and asking her if she wanted to go to Buck's party. To his surprise she said yes and asked him what she should get his best friend. He texted back that she didn't need to bring a gift (Bucky would probably be already over the moon if he saw who Steve showed up with).
Can I come over tonight?
He sighed deeply. He knew what she meant by that and he was ashamed at how much he wanted to sleep with her. But he couldn't. He wanted her to know that she could trust him and that he liked more of her than just her body.
Not tonight.
She didn't text back and he wasn't surprised.
He wanted to pick her up so they could go together to Bucky's place but she said that she would meet him there. He was actually surprised that she still wanted to go because he turned down another booty calls. Maybe she did want more from him than sex. He was even more surprised that Natasha was already there when he came to Bucky's party. She was talking to Sam who seemed really into her and Steve clenched his jaw at the sight. He knew that she could flirt with anyone she wanted because they never said their thing was exclusive but it still bothered him that someone was hitting on her.
"Hey, punk!" Buck greeted him and thanked him for his gift. "And thank your mom again for her gift."
"I will."
Bucky grinned. "I talked to your friend again. She didn't remember me from the bar where she picked you up. Looked like she had only eyes for you."
Natasha nodded at him as a greeting but didn't come over to him. Hours passed and he still hadn't talk to her, he only saw her a few times talking to people. Bucky asked him to get more beer from the basement and two arms wrapped themselves around him from behind when he was downstairs.
"You wanna have some fun?" Natasha said huskily and slid one hand into his pants.
He grasped her wrist gently and pulled her hand out. "Not now."
She turned around and looked up at him. Even in her high heels, she was still so much smaller than him. "Don't you want me anymore?"
"Of course, I do."
"Then why do you turn down every chance at sex with me?" She looked angry. "What changed?"
He couldn't tell her the truth. He couldn't tell her what his mom had told him about her. "I..."
Her jaw was tight. "You know, don't you? You know my sad life story and now you don't want to fuck me anymore. Does it make you feel better that you stopped banging the poor girl who's screwed up? Do you want a medal for that?"
"What? No!"
She looked furious. "I don't want your pity! I just wanted your cock!"
"Jesus! That's not what this is about. I like you! I want more than sex!"
She laughed ugly and the sound made his stomach twist in knots. "Please, no man wants more than sex from me."
"I want to go on a real date with you,Nat-"
"Don't call me that!" She snarled and walked up the stairs.
"Natasha, please wait!"
She didn't and stormed up the rest of the stairs and shut the door behind her with a bang. She left the party and ignored his calls and texts. Did she only offer him sex and nothing more because she thought that was what he wanted from her?
He didn't know what to do. She didn't answer him when he called her and all his texts stayed unread. He could go to her place but that was intrusive. He didn't want to talk to Fury about Natasha because he feared that Fury would kill him. Everyone could see that Natasha was his everything. And he didn't want to talk to his mom about his relationship with Natasha or rather the lack of one.
He was surprised when his mother was waiting at his door with a basket of muffins after he came back from his run. "Hi." He kissed her cheek and let her in. "What are you doing here?"
"I made muffins and thought you wanted some."
He knew there was more to it but he needed a shower first. She had the coffee ready when he came back into the kitchen. "How was James' party?"
He almost choked on his coffee. "Good. He really liked your gift."
She nodded. "Have you heard from Natasha?"
"No." He answered truthfully.
"I have." The tone of her voice told him that she knew something was up. "She told me about you and her." She looked uncomfortable. "That you two were having... having a sexual relationship."
He grimaced. His mother had been a nurse and gave him the talk and told him to always make sure that the girl gave her consent and they never talked about sex again. She never asked and he never told her about his sex life.
"What did she tell you?"
"That you two knew each other before we introduced you because you...spent the night together and then continued to sleep together after you two met again." She eyed him. "Do you really just want sex from her?"
His eyes widened. "No! God, no!" God, it was so weird to talk to his mom about something like this. "I actually thought the night we met had been the start of something but she was gone the next morning."
"She thinks you only said you want to take her on a date because you know what happened to her. Out of pity."
"No!" He was probably talking way too loud. "That's not true! The truth is I'm falling in love with her. I think I do since the moment I first saw her. I want to be with her. Really be with her and not just sleep with her every couple of days."
His ma smiled at him. "Then you should tell her that."
"I'm trying! She won't answer her phone!" He was frustrated. He finally found someone and then everything got so complicated.
"Give her some time. She's been through a lot and doesn't trust easily. Do you want me to talk to her?"
God no. He wasn't a child anymore. He was still shocked that Natasha actually told his mom the truth. But then again, his mom was persistent. She told him to have patience and left after coffee.
He followed his mother's advice and stopped calling Natasha. He did send her one more text telling her that he would be there for her if she needed him. She didn't answer but he did saw that she at least now had read all his texts.
His ma and Fury left for a cruise and she asked him to look after her house while she was gone. He was just watering the plants in her garden when he heard a noise from the house. Was someone breaking in? In the middle of the day? He grabbed a shovel and walked carefully into the house. Something shattered and he heard curses. He put the shovel down because he recognized the voice and didn't want to scare her.
Natasha was kneeling on the kitchen floor picking up broken glass. She cut herself and cursed again.
"Hi." He stopped at the door frame.
Her eyes widened in shock. "Hi." She sucked on the wound on her finger and he went to the cupboard to get his mom's first aid kit out and pressed a bandage on her finger. "Thanks." She looked somehow embarrassed. "Your mom said I could borrow her cake tins. The kids from my dancing glass want to have a baking sale. I knocked a glass down while looking for them. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It's just a glass." He got the dustpan and brush out of the pantry and cleaned up.
"Thanks. I could have done that."
He knew where his mom kept her cake tins and got them for Natasha. "Here."
"Thank you." She had the tins under her arm. "Um, bye."
"Wait!" He hadn't seen her in weeks and he missed her so much. "Can we talk? Please?"
She put the cake tins on the table. "Okay."
Wow, he actually expected her to just leave. "I meant it when I said that I wanted to date you. I wanted to ask you on a date since the moment I saw you."
"Really?"
"Yes! I was hurt when I woke up and you were gone. I thought...it had meant something for you,too."
"Then why did we only have sex and never talked about more?"
"Because I thought that sex was all you wanted from me. When you showed up at my mom's house you barely looked at me or spoke to me. And then we ended up in bed. I thought that's all you wanted. And I went with it because I like you so much. I thought I gave you what you wanted from me."
"I thought that, too." She closed her eyes. "I thought you were just playing me. At the bar and then later. You were so nice and so gentle with me and I was sure that it was all an act to get me into bed. No guy has treated me like that before. After my marriage...which was hell on earth...the men I met... they all just fucked me and then left. So this time I left before you could because I couldn't bare to see how you really were. And then you are suddenly sitting in Sarah's kitchen and I realize that the son she spoke so highly about was my hook up. And I was confused and conflicted because I knew I didn't deserve such a great and sweet guy. So I tried to ignore you but I couldn't resist you and slept with you again. The next morning I freaked out and left before you woke up." She opened her eyes again and stared at the kitchen table. "I tested you, Steve. I'm sorry for that. I kept sleeping with you ,well because sex with you is amazing." She gave him a small smile but it vanished quickly. "But I also wanted to see if you would ask me out or if we would do something that wasn't sex and I got so excited when you asked me to go with you to your friend's birthday. But I freaked out again and you probably realize by now that I have intimacy issues and that's why I wanted to meet you at your friend's place and not go together. And I wanted to have sex there because that's the only thing I know how to do. I don't know how to show affection. And when I realized that you knew about my past I snapped. I thought you just saw this broken and abused girl that you didn't want anymore. You only said those things out of pity for me."
"No, I didn't."
"I know that now."
"You really are a great and sweet guy." She picked the cake tins up again. "That's why this shouldn't go any further. I'm too fucked up for you. I don't know how a healthy relationship works. I never had one."
"Natasha, please. Don't just leave." She just stood there and he took that as his cue to keep talking. "Can we just try? Go on a date? It doesn't even have to be a date. Let's just do something together."
"Our parents are dating. I wouldn't be surprised if they got married." She raised an eyebrow. "We will probably be in each other life for a long time."
"I hope so."
She looked amazed by that. "You really mean that, don't you?"
"I do. And I'm always honest."
She chuckled lightly. "Okay, okay. I'll definitely need help to make all those cakes."
He smiled at her. "Good thing that I helped my ma as a kid when she baked."
"Can you come over later to help me?"
"Yeah. I'll be there at 5."
They made six cakes and shared a bottle of wine and for the first time they actually talked to each other about their lives and things they were passionate about. He stayed the whole evening and kissed her cheek before he left. They didn't have sex that night and they kept it that way the other times they met after that evening. They didn't even kiss on the lips but he thought it was the right path for them. They had to build a foundation and to get to know each other and Natasha seemed to agree because she made no move that indicated that she wanted to sleep with him.
They went to art galleries and museums together, tried new food, took a bus tour for tourists through Manhattan, she helped him pick out a new couch for his place and he took her to Coney Island where she kissed him when they were on top of the Ferris wheel. He took her home and she kissed him again before she disappeared behind her door. He was probably grinning like an idiot on his way back to Brooklyn.
His mother and Fury were back and invited them both for brunch to show them all the pictures they took during their cruise. They came separately and he didn't know how to act in front of their parents. Were they together now? Did she want people to know that they were seeing each other? Natasha was already there when he showed up and greeted him with a smile. His mother watched them with big interest during brunch but they sat opposite each other and Natasha asked mostly about their trip. But she did sit down next to him and put his arm over her shoulder when they were about to watch the photos of the cruise. His mother was beaming brightly at the sight while Fury raised his eyebrow and looked at his daughter. She nodded and Fury seemed okay with it. His mom had taken so many photos that they spent three hours on the couch watching them but he didn't care. He was so happy that Natasha wanted their parents to know that something was happening between them.
"If I see one more photo of a seagull, I'm gonna go crazy." He sighed after they left his mom's house and were walking together to the subway station.
"Yeah, your mom's really great but 493 photos of birds is a bit too much." Natasha agreed and then she took his hand and laced their fingers together. "Steve?"
"Yeah?" He was still staring at their hands.
"Do you wanna go to the Hamptons next weekend?"
"You wanna take photos of seagulls?"
She laughed. "No. I wanna take a trip with my boyfriend." Her voice got quieter. "That's what you are, right?"
"Well, I really wanna to be your boyfriend."
"Good." She smiled. "Then you're hired."
"Um, should we book two hotel rooms or-?"
"One. Just one."
"Are you sure?"
They reached the platform and she wrapped her arms around him. "Yes. Do you want to come to my place?"
"Yes."
They ordered Thai food and spent the night together. And when he woke up the next morning Natasha was still there wrapped in the blankets she stole from him during the night. And he honestly couldn't care less about the fact that she was a little blanket thief not when she smiled at him after she opened her eyes and kicked him out of bed after a few kisses to make her pancakes.
A year later his mother suggested a double wedding but he and Natasha said simultaneously no. They got married at the hotel in the Hamptons they had spent their first trip in and his ma was over the moon when they told her and Fury six months later that they would become grandparents. Even Fury was smiling.
Despite Bucky's best efforts they did not name their daughter James ("Come on, even that Deadpool actor called his daughter James!"). Nicole Sarah Rogers was born three weeks after Natasha's birthday and the most perfect thing they both had ever seen.
Nikki was just as beautiful as her mother and he knew he would never love anyone as much as he loved his two girls.
