A/N: Sorry. I'm a bad updating person. But there's M-rated Romanogers with weirdness here, so…there you go.
The movie ended after the completion of the credits and a final studio logo, Sam having argued that you had to wait and make sure the filmmakers didn't sneak in an extra scene after most of the audience had stopped paying attention. Wanda had noticed a lot of her new responsibilities involved being aware of what was happening while the rest of the world carried on as usual. There didn't appear to be any cause for alarm as she glanced around the lounge at her fellow Avengers, sprawled on the couches surrounding the TV in various attitudes of relaxation. No one seemed particularly concerned about missing anything related to the movie, much less world crises. Rhodey was reading something off his tablet, Vision was writing down his questions regarding the film (and pop culture, philosophy, etc., a compromise reached after 'ruining' one too many movies), Sam was already flipping through the Netflix selection for further options and Natasha was snuggling against Steve, whispering into his ear.
Sam frowned in displeasure at the screen. "Okay, I know we got a huge selection here, but does anyone really want to watch any Terminator past the second one?"
"Not me. Getting' late," Steve said, as he stood with a grunt, pretending he wasn't ready to sprint from the room. "Nice day off, but I'll see anybody who's up for it at 0500 for a perimeter check."
There was a chorus of groans in response. 'Perimeter check' was a euphemism for a 15k around the outer defenses of the compound, with no powers or technology and torturous pauses for calisthenics whenever they were spotted by a posted guard or security camera. Sam complained, "Weren't you paying attention to the forecast earlier? The one calling for high winds and intense thunderstorms starting just before dawn and lasting through the morning?"
"You practicing to replace the weathergirl, Sam?" Natasha asked with a smirk as she reached out to allow Steve to pull her up from the couch. "Unless there's also a chance of T-1000s…"
"Hey, I'm just sayin' it looks nasty out there…guess we'll be harder to see in the rain, anyway."
"It's voluntary," Steve said over his shoulder as he and Natasha exited the rec room through the left door, fingers entwined.
"Yeah, sure it is." After a few moments without further comment, Sam continued, "No idea how those two have the energy to be up at 0500."
Rhodey shrugged. "I'm just glad they don't do that thing anymore where one of them leaves then the other waits a few minutes to follow because they think they're being subtle."
Sam chuckled. "At least Nat would slink away with no fuss. Steve constantly pulled that same routine with the stretching and fake yawning, then making an announcement about how tired he was or something, like we didn't know exactly what was up." There was a rhythmic beeping as he kept flicking through available movies. "Hey, at least the walls in this place are soundproofed, right, Wanda?"
"What? Oh, yes." Wanda nodded enthusiastically to match Sam's laugh. Really, she cared less about the manner in which Steve and Natasha left compared to the direction they went. Tonight they'd exited through the door that led to the hallway where Steve's quarters were, sharing a wall with Sam's rooms. She'd be sleeping without interruptions tonight. A disappointed sigh escaped before she could stop it.
"I do not understand why a machine is programmed with an Austrian accent," Vision stated, rousing Wanda somewhat. "A simple exposition regarding the background of the programmers would be sufficient explanation, yet viewers are expected to…"
"I am sure I will be able to explain it to you tomorrow." Wanda pushed herself out of the comfortable embrace of the sofa beside the AI man. She made a mental note to get online before the morning; Vision had made a habit of seeking her out for explanations of pop culture, thought she had tried to tell him that any team member other than Steve probably knew more about western media than her. "Perhaps while we run."
"I will look forward to it." Vision strode from the room; he didn't need to walk, sleep or run to maintain his conditioning, as far as Wanda knew, but he made certain efforts to fit in with the rest of the team. She appreciated it, if no one else explicitly did. Telekinesis made a lot of movements superfluous, regardless of reflexes. She didn't like running, though she knew she needed the cardiovascular work. Despite her genetic and enhanced advantages, she had always valued earned skills. She especially admired Natasha's ability to keep up with the team, despite her lack of genetic or technological advantages. In spite of constant training with the Avengers, the Black Widow was two steps ahead and her mind was closed as to her intentions and emotions. It created an interesting dichotomy with the almost too open Captain America, though basking in a mental blanket of unconditional love could be particularly comforting at times.
Wanda was therefore surprised and gratified to see Natasha letting herself into her quarters next door to her own. She made an effort to be casual. "I thought you had gone to bed already."
Natasha smiled tightly as she her security code opened the door her room. "Hill called us down to Ops to check on a Winter Soldier sighting."
"I thought…"
"Yeah, me too." Natasha's statement was almost overwhelmingly heavy. "I'm sure we'll hear something soon."
Wanda nodded in what she hoped was an encouraging way. "We will find him."
"Sure." Natasha nodded. "Have a good night."
"You too." Wanda was under the covers, washed and teeth brushed a few minutes later. She waited for an interminable time, listening as hard as she could with her mind. There was mental white noise as Natasha moved around, changing clothes and going through her nighttime routine. The surface was easy. While Steve was an open book, Natasha was normally an encrypted file with no key; even while she was alone, her mind didn't surrender deeper insights or emotions. Thoughtless thoughts about floss and pajamas were the only clear ideas available through the walls. Wanda was about to give up and go to sleep when there was a knock on the door.
Steve. He still hadn't learned to press the call button, preferring his old fashioned attention-getter. Wanda tried to control her excitement as Natasha answered the door. "Oh."
She could feel him straining to hold back his disappointment at her lack of enthusiasm. "You're here."
"Where else would I be?"
"We were headed to my room, so…"
Natasha's shrug was nearly audible. "I assumed you would be following up on Bucky."
"Ops can handle Bucky."
"Oh, so he's Bucky to everyone now?"
"Hill raised the alarm when they found him. That's why she called us down." He closed the door and entered into the room, taking a step forward for each one she took back. "You should probably apologize to her for being so rude about the whole thing. She just wanted to know if we should try to send someone after him. Maybe put a tracer on him."
"And?" In spite of her annoyed tone, Natasha's arms snaked around Steve's neck as the back of her legs bumped the bed.
"And I told her not to send anyone in."
"That's it?"
"You want more?"
"Always." They collapsed into the bed and Wanda felt a wave of passion and pleasure sweep through her entire body. She recognized the sensation immediately; she had been waiting for it since she'd seen Natasha earlier. Still, there was a barrier between them. "You always want more where Bucky's concerned. We could be on a jet headed for Siberia right now."
"I'm already exactly where I want to be," Steve replied, tearing down the last wall with the strength of his…declaration.
"Steve…" Natasha relaxed as Steve pulled the tank top over her head. "Siberia sucks this time of year. Any time of year, really." There was a pause as clothes were rapidly discarded. Wanda reveled in the warm skin contact up and down her body as they dispensed with foreplay for once and got straight to the main event, as it were. "Mmm, Steve…"
Wanda clenched down as Natasha accepted Steve inside her. He was big but gentle, the most considerate man Wanda had ever encountered, if this mental intercourse could be considered real. A thrust and a push convinced her that the experience was the only thing that mattered. Although it was easier to interpret Natasha's physical sensations, Steve's were tempered with the emotional experience of sex. With her bedroom only a wall apart, Wanda had learned to absorb both simultaneously, physical pleasure and emotional fulfilment merging into a singular experience. She had already stopped trying to ascertain who was feeling what at any particular moment, simply leaving herself open to all physical sensations from next door.
For a moment, she tried to attune her mind to Natasha's feelings, but the physical was too overwhelming. Wanda squeezed her eyes shut as Steve pumped his hips, pushing into Natasha. He was so hard and thick. Wanda focused on the feeling of rhythmic penetration, though she could also feel the clench of muscles around Steve's erection. It was still easier to focus on Steve's or Natasha's physical experience individually. Months of experience had yet to accustom her to the physical sensations of man and woman, moving as one. She wasn't beyond accepting the challenge, however.
Wanda focused her mind, allowed herself to open up to the sensations of both their bodies. Nearly simultaneous orgasms overcame her, causing Wanda to cry out loudly. Her own body involuntarily joined in, thighs clenched and hips convulsing on their own accord with the couple next door's pleasure.
It wasn't right. Wanda felt a rush of guilt on the heels of every endorphin rush. She shouldn't have been intruding on Steve and Natasha's relationship. She shouldn't have felt the Natasha's raw need and Steve's emotional confusion even as he satisfied his physical desires over his intense love.
Natasha hummed into Steve's muscular chest. "You're going to be late for perimeter check."
"What about you?"
"Nobody notices if I'm late. They just assume I was there and they didn't notice."
"I notice."
"Because I'm the reason you're late."
In spite of her guilt, Wanda still fisted the sheets in her hands as Steve and Natasha built up to round two.
