WARNING- There will be smut ahead. Feel free to skip this chapter, the next one will still make sense without it.
Two Weeks Later
"You sure about this?"
"Positive. It'll grow back." Natasha looked up over her shoulder at Yelena before turning to see Steve watching them nervously as he leaned his lower back against the kitchen counter. The idea of Yelena hacking off Natasha's long red hair seemed to make Steve anxious, but for Nat, shedding her Avengers identity felt like being reborn.
Natasha steadied her head and locked eyes with Steve as Yelena easily sliced through her long red locks with the cutting shears. The younger woman pursed her lips and moved around Natasha, making sure it was all even before grabbing the broom to sweep up the chopped hair from the floor. She looked up and smirked at Steve, "Hope you like blondes."
Steve and Natasha shared a look and he sighed, "It's just different. It's going to be very different."
"Different it okay. Maybe we should talk about different."
"You two are gross." Yelena pretended to gag as she threw away the hair and put away the pan and broom. "Isn't it about time you two have that talk you keep putting off?"
At that, Steve pushed away from the counter to go deeper into the trailer they'd been holed up in for the past week and a half. Mason was working on getting them reliable transportation while they laid low near the border of Finland. He'd asked them to make their way to Belarus while they waited, but Natasha said no.
He peeked into the small bedroom, finding Denver sound asleep with her stuffed husky in her arms. She'd stayed attached to his hip since they'd rescued her from the Red Room, and Steve had struggled to find time to talk to Nat about what had happened between them. Natasha, to the surprise of no one, ignored the tension Steve felt with ease, and even Yelena didn't bring it up until now. But Mason had asked them to meet him tomorrow, and they'd be on the run again to help save the other widows. Steve was quickly running out of time to get out with his feelings before they were stuck together for the foreseeable future.
The smell of bleach wafted from the kitchen area, forcing Steve to imagine Natasha's fiery red locks gone forever. Looking in the mirror, he wondered if he'd ever look like himself again. His hair was getting dark and unruly, and his stubble could now be considered a short beard.
"What'cha doing?"
Steve jolted at the sound of Yelena's voice, staring down at her as she pushed past him to wash her hands, "What? You're staring into the mirror. Clearly, you're doing something. Thinking, probably. About what, I'm unsure."
For a moment, Steve just rubbed his molars together, considering how to answer her. He looked up and over her head, seeing Natasha packing up what few things they had into a duffle bag while her bleach-saturated hair sat clumped atop her head. "I didn't really plan on us going on a mission. I just wanted to take Denver give her a normal life somewhere. I don't think that's possible anymore."
Yelena turned off the sink and wiped her hands on an old, ripped hand towel before looking over at Denver, "She'll be okay. She has more love and family in her life than I would know what to do with. Just because life isn't normal doesn't mean it's bad. As long as she has you and us, she'll be just fine." Yelena cocked her head a little to get a better look at Steve, and he cringed a little at what he knew she was going to say, "Let me take her for a few hours. You trust me, yes? I have a little money, we can go get ice cream or dinner or something, give you and Natasha a chance to talk."
It was a good idea. Steve trusted Yelena. Denver liked the assassin. She'd whispered to Steve last week that her voice was funny but she was very nice. "Okay. I'll wake her up and get her ready. Don't be gone long, okay? Two hours tops. I want you back before sunset."
"Yes, Dad." Yelena teased. She bounced onto the bed, startling Denver awake before tickling her lightly, "Hey you. Wanna go get, uh, pizza? I don't think I've ever had it, but I've heard about it."
"I hasn't had pizza in forever." Denver yelled as she threw her arms in the air and tossed her stuffed dog to the side. "Daddy? Daddy, can we gets pizza?"
"If you and Aunt Yelena can find a pizzeria her in Finland, then sure, honey. I'm gonna stay here with Auntie Nat. She's doing her hair and I don't want her to be alone." Steve explained easily, catching Natasha's attention in the kitchen before Denver could run towards her and gaze up in surprise. Steve followed and let his hand fall to his daughter's shoulder, "We're gonna play make believe, so she's going to be blonde like you and Yelena."
Denver must have liked this idea, because her smile grew so wide it practically burst from her big, blue eyes, "We're gonna look the same?"
"Yes." Natasha chuckled in response, but Steve noticed her expression was pained. "I cut it short though. It'll look different, but it'll be a fun game, right? And your dad's gonna keep his beard so he looks like a lumberjack."
"A lumberjack?" Denver asked with wide eyes as she looked at her dad, but he just chuckled and shook his head a little while Yelena scooped up the girl with one hand and her shoes with the other before leaving the trailer with the slam of the rickety door.
Steve gazed after them, feeling a tug in his chest. He wanted to go with them. To eat pizza, and laugh, and have fun. He didn't want to risk anything happening to his little girl again, but Yelena was good at what she did. If Steve trusted Natasha's abilities, he trusted Yelena's.
"I'm surprised you let her go." Natasha called as she made her way into the bathroom. Steve raised his head, but couldn't see her around the corner, "Yeah, Yelena thinks we should talk."
Natasha hummed a little in response, then turned on the sink. Steve could hear her brushing her teeth, and figured she was just biding time before rinsing the hair dye out. "I think she's right," he finally admitted. He meandered towards the bathroom entryway and crossed his arms as he let his hip fall against the frame. "We've said some things, and done some things. I think, before we start looking for the widows… I think we should have this talk now. Then if things go south, I can take Denver and go."
She scoffed as she looked up at Steve, "So you're gonna run? If this talk doesn't go the way you want, you're just gonna throw it all away?"
"I want to give you an out if this isn't what you want."
"I do want it." Natasha said softly. She looked over at the timer on her burner phone, "We have fifteen minutes before I have to wash this out. So you have fifteen minutes to decide whether or not you're getting in with me."
Steve's cheeks turned scarlet as he realized she was referring to the shower, and he stared at his hands for a minute as he considered it. "So lets say we give this a try, you and me. I'm kind of a package deal. It isn't just me you're getting. You'd be like a mother to Denver. Whatever decision we make right now can't change. Whatever we decide, we have to stay consistent for her, especially if we don't get back to Dallas and the others."
Natasha nodded, looking at her timer before countering, "Perhaps, it's best Denver doesn't realize you and I are together. We can be discreet in front of her and Yelena. It won't change what she knows now, and it won't confuse her. We are already a family, and I will care for her like my own daughter." The way her breath hitched wasn't lost on Steve, and Natasha cleared her throat and turned on the shower, "You told me you loved me, I told you I want this, so, let's do it."
"Yelena told me you can't get pregnant." Steve told her quietly, but Natasha didn't react. She didn't even shift, "I always kinda knew that, but I never considered why. I assumed that was a choice you made, but it was a Widow thing, wasn't it?"
"That choice was taken from me before I was old enough to even consider whether or not I wanted kids. Honestly, having you and Denver is the closest I'll ever have to my own family. I know I'll never be Brooklyn, but maybe we could be something entirely different."
Steve watched the goop on Natasha's hair turning her fiery hair white. He imagined Nat acting as a surrogate mother for Denver. He imagined having someone to hold him at night and help him through the endless, tiring days of their exile. He could love her, because she was his best friend and confidante, and he could give her the affect she deserved, even if she couldn't admit that she needed it. Natasha looked at this as a business transaction, but deep down, Steve knew it meant more.
She swallowed and nodded, "I know how hard this has been for you. I know how badly you want to feel the love you had with Brooklyn again, and I know how scared you are to replace her. I'm never going to be that for you, and that's okay. If you want something casual, that's fine. I'm just happy to have you while I do, in any way I can. And if not, I'll be fine. I'm okay on my own. If you want to go home, I'll take Yelena and we'll save the others." She looked at her timer, then gave Steve one last long gaze, "Times almost up, Rogers. What's it gonna be?"
Steve reached past Natasha and turned the knob to the shower, causing water to begin spraying into the tub. He pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor before slowly unbuttoning Nat's top, "I haven't done this since the night before Brooklyn revealed herself as Hydra."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I haven't had sex since becoming an Avenger, so I actually have you beat." Natasha chuckled as Steve reached the last button, staring down at her bare breasts beneath her button up. Her timer beeped and she smirked as Steve turned if off and pulled down her yoga pants, taking her underwear with them as he crouched down.
When she was fully naked, Steve slowly stood, raking his eyes over her curves hungrily, "You really haven't slept with anyone since 2012?"
"Once I became an Avenger, SHIELD wasn't exactly sending me to seduce people. I guess I was too famous for it." She grabbed Steve's belt and gave it a rough tug before unbuckling it and shucking his pants down, so he stood in his boxers. "I don't think I've ever wanted to be intimate with someone… I don't think I've ever had the chance to be intimate with someone I wanted." She corrected, and Steve wondered if she was talking about Bruce.
He quickly rid himself of his boxers, feeling his cock begin to ache as he continued to stare down at the Black Widow. Light kisses and declarations of love could be swept under the rug and forgotten about, but what they were about to do couldn't be ignored so easily.
She climbed over the wall of the tub and began washing the bleach out of her hair. The strong smell overtook the room, but Steve could barely even register it. His mind, like his eyes, were locked onto the woman as she raised her arms to run her fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp as the color washed down the drain. It took the remnants of the Black Widow he knew with it, and in its place was Natasha Romanoff, the woman he loved.
Steve pulled the curtain farther back to join her, then pulled it closed as an extra bit of security. He wasn't sure if he locked the door. He wasn't sure what he'd had for breakfast, how long Yelena had been gone, and when Natasha's green eyes landed on him, he wasn't even sure what his name was.
He cupped her jaw and tilted up her face to gently capture her lips, kissing her as her small hands landed on his chest. Steve pushed his tongue into her mouth and moaned, not wanting to waste time. If he wasted any more time, he'd lose his nerve, and that would leave himself, Natasha, and his throbbing cock very disappointed.
With hardly any effort, Steve hoisted Natasha up against the wall and positioned himself against her. He leaned close as his head pressed against her entrance, whispering, "Last chance to back out."
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and nuzzled his bearded cheek with her nose, something so adorable and uncharacteristic for her that Steve moaned when she answered, "I want you."
Slowly, Steve pushed himself into Natasha, and she gasped as she shoved one hand up his scalp to tug his hair while the other clawed his back. When Steve bottomed out, he stood still for a moment, breathing heavily as the water ran down the right side of his face. He wanted to ask if she was okay, because her legs trembled around his waist as he held her, but Steve was too swept up to form the words.
Natasha leaned her head back against the dirty tile as her hips bucked at Steve's stalled pace, and he jolted alive with the need to succeed in pleasing her. Burying his beard into the crook of her neck, Steve began to move faster until he heard soft gasps coming from the blonde's throat. "Harder." She snarled, and Steve's mouth broke apart into a sly grin when a particularly hard thrust caused Natasha to moan out in pleasure. Steve felt himself pulse within her as her orgasm soaked his cock, and he knew he needed more than the shower could offer him.
Without warning, Steve reached around Natasha and turned off the shower before ripping the shower curtain away. A few of the hooks clattered into the tub as he stepped out of it, still holding himself snug inside of Nat. He held her ass with one hand and grabbed her chin roughly with the other, causing her to shake with excitement, "I want to watch you ride my cock. I need you on top."
She nodded as he carried her out of the bathroom to the bedroom, where he deposited her on the bed and quickly whipped around to lock the door. The shades were already closed, but a dark, sick part of Steve wanted to open them so the world could see how perfect Nat was when he fucked her senseless. When his gaze landed on her, he found her kneeling on the bed with her legs spread, and her own juices dripping onto the bedspread.
The sight brought out animalistic instinct Steve didn't realize he even had. He panted as he strode towards Natasha, pushing her roughly into the mattress before diving onto her. He'd never felt this way with Brooklyn. She'd come into his life when everything was new and scary, and she was kind and gentle. Now, Steve was a man without a country or a title, the two things he'd clung to when he was dethawed. He was desperate, and the excited look in Nat's eyes when he didn't act like the noble, gentle Captain America egged him on. She wanted him to give into the dark, desperate part of him that he'd kept at bay since Brooklyn's death. Nat wanted Steve, not the ruined moniker of Captain America.
Natasha reached up to kiss Steve before nipping at his bottom lip and pulling him down onto her. Needing to pick up where they left off, Steve used one hand to grab his cock and position himself between Natasha's thighs. The sound she made when he shoved himself in was something between a scream and a moan, and Steve wondered if he could make her cry from ecstasy. He began to pound into her as she held onto the back of his neck, but without breaking his stride, he flipped them over so he was underneath her.
"Sit up." He commanded, and Natasha slowly pushed against Steve's chest, so she was looking down at him. He gazed at her breasts, torn between wanting to have her smother him with them or watch them bounce as she rode him. He'd had crude thoughts with Brooklyn. He'd wanted to do terrible, dirty things to her, but they'd been exclusive for months. Being here with Natasha balanced on his groin felt like a dare, as if the universe wanted to see what he'd do with the famous Black Widow. He'd ruin her for everyone else.
Almost tentatively, Steve began to move again, testing to see how Natasha would react to their change in position. She was bared to him now, on full display for his enjoyment, but she might as well have been shopping for groceries looking as serine as she did. Her breasts jiggled as she bounced, and Steve thrust harder as he grabbed her slim waist to hold her tightly against him. She moaned when he twisted his hips, hitting her deep inside so she threw her head back. The sight of her sleek neck beneath her soaked blonde hair pushed Steve farther into the dark place he'd stumbled into, and in that moment, he hardly recognized the man he'd become.
"Steve-" her strangled cry was music to his ears, higher pitched than her normally husky voice, and it built up more tension in Steve's cock. Natasha collapsed forward, leaning over Steve's chest with her breasts in his face until he grabbed one of her nipples to suck on it harshly. He felt her walls constrict around him, milking his cock as she orgasmed again. He let go of her nipple with a loud pop, then pushed her up by the collarbone to see her wetness pooling at the base of him. She was dripping, and Steve wondered if she could go again- if she should go again.
He flipped them over again and pulled out, hovering over Natasha as she gasped for breath. While she struggled, he lowered himself enough to lick her other nipple, as if apologizing for not giving it any attention, "How are you feeling?"
"Phenomenal." She panted as Steve raked his teeth over the side of her plump breast. He wanted to run his lips, his tongue, and his teeth over every inch of her. Perhaps if she needed a break, he could drink up her juices to satiate the unrelenting need he had to be connected to her. "With your stamina, you last forever."
"It's been a problem, but I will finish." Steve told her determinedly, but she trembled beneath him, reminding him that she couldn't go as long as he could. As much as he wanted to fill her up with himself, Steve knew he had to bring himself back to reality, "We should probably get cleaned up before they get back."
Natasha shook her head, then grabbed Steve's jaw tightly, "One more round. Do your worst, I can take it. I want to feel you cum inside me, Rogers." She smirked, "I'd be lying if I said I haven't imagined it before now."
Steve slid himself into her easily as he pinned her to the mattress and began to thrust. She stared at him for a moment, but he could tell she was trying desperately to appear neutral, as if trying to prove to herself she could have meaningless sex with Steve. It meant everything though, and Steve was more determined to prove that than he was to cum inside her. He reached down between them and stroked her clit, causing Natasha to cry out as she quivered beneath the rough pad of his index finger. His pace became erratic as he watched her come undone beneath him, writhing as her muscular thighs tensed and collapsed, and her pretty mouth fell open in a breathless gasp as her head fell back after another orgasm. Steve considered the reality that he could do this again, over and over again whenever he wanted. He would get to see that pretty mouth around his cock and taste the Black Widow's pussy whenever he hungered for it. The thought was enough to send him over the edge and he came quickly, spurting himself into Natasha as she laid still on the mattress.
Finally reaching his end, Steve pulled out of her and collapsed onto his back, sighing as he willed himself to relax. He was sticky and needed a shower. He needed to regain his composure before his daughter came back. He looked at the time, seeing they would have another hour before Yelena arrived with Denver.
Not ready to give up his alone time with Nat, Steve reached over and grabbed his phone, typing a message to Natasha's sister and telling her to keep Denver out a little longer. He sat his phone down, then turned to her with lust-darkened eyes and ordered, "I want you to clean up my cock." Natasha shifted onto her elbow, seemingly recovered from their tryst as she raised her brows at him. He smiled devilishly, giving in to the dark voice in his head for a little bit longer, then added, "I want you to clean up our mess with your mouth."
Steve's text surprised Yelena. She'd been gone about an hour and Steve asked for more time. The sun was setting and they were still 'talking' so Yelena expected to find Natasha thoroughly pleased after so much time alone.
Yelena did manage to find a Finnish pizzeria, and found the local delicacy of salami, ham, and tuna…. interesting. As Denver shoveled her sixth piece of pizza into her mouth, Yelena let out a long whistle, "You're a hungry little city girl aren't you?"
"Daddy says I eat a lot because he's Captain America." Denver said quietly, looking around at the other people in the restaurant, "We can't tell nobody though, okay?"
"Tell them what?"
"Yup." Denver made the motion of zipping her lips, then grabbed her water to take a long drink of it. "Do you like puppies?"
Yelena considered this question, unsure of its origin or where the child was going with it, "Yes. Do you like puppies?"
"Yes! I have one back home! His name is Cupcake and he lives with me and Auntie Dallas!" She exclaimed before sliding off the chair, "I can take you to see them."
"Maybe another day. We gotta stay close." Yelena told the child, remembering her brief childhood in Ohio with Natasha and their parents. She'd been Denver's age when they took her overseas to play their daughter. Even with Dreykov dead, his influence would be everywhere. They had to save the widows to ensure nobody else went through what Yelena and Natasha did. The idea of Denver having to learn the things they did made Yelena shiver, "How about we get some ice cream before we go back? Or cookies? Ice cream or cookies?"
Denver considered this, as if it was the most difficult decision of her life. "If we get cookies, they don't melt. So we can have some for later?"
Nodding, Yelena reached down and ruffled up Denver's hair, wondering if it would look like her own someday. With Natasha blonde, either woman could pass as Denver's mother if need be, but there was no denying Steve was her father.
"Alright, cookies it is."
It was close to eight when Yelena arrived back at the trailer. Denver was tired and crabby and wanted her father and Yelena was tired of babysitting. She needed a drink and bars frowned on children being present.
She knocked tentatively, and Steve opened the door quickly, "Denny! How was pizza?" He asked as he scooped her up to hold her at eye level. The little girl shrugged and cuddled up against his shoulder, muttering into his ear as he stroked her back.
His eyes met Yelena's and he mouthed "thank you" as he backed into the trailer to allow her entry. She peeked to the left, seeing Natasha in the bedroom replacing the sheets.
"The hair looks nice." Yelena called as she approached, noting it had dried messy, "You two have a nice talk?"
The balled up sheets and stench of sex told Yelena how well the talk went, and Natasha didn't even try to hide her smirk as she nodded, "Yeah, we did. We're gonna keep things casual."
"Great, so Steve is still good for nothing." Yelena grumbled as she spares the bathroom a glance, noting the shower curtain was broken, "I'm going for a drink, I'll get some new… whatever those are called, since Steve broke them."
Natasha chuckled, "How do you know it was Steve?"
Yelena met Steve's gaze with a pointed one of her own as she grabbed her vest from the kitchen chair, "I just know."
With that, Yelena left for the evening to allow herself some alone time while Nat and Steve do whatever this casual thing was they planned on doing.
The man carried his daughter into the bedroom and laid her down on the fresh sheets before grabbing her blankie from her duffle. "Love you sweetheart." He murmured into her hair before turning off the light.
Natasha came over and leaned down to kiss Denver's cheek, then straightened up to study the girl's father. "How will she react if I join you guys instead of Yelena?"
"She'll just think her Auntie Nat is watching over her." Steve replied. His fingers found themselves at the top of her yoga class pants, casually stroking her skin beneath her top, "I would like it if you joined us."
She nodded in the darkness as Steve leaned forward to kiss her softly, lingering until she pulled away for a breath. He carefully slid in next to Denver as she moved to the other side, trapping the little girl between them as they faced each other.
Perhaps they would come to regret this night, and the fondness they shared for each other, but Steve decided to dive in now and deal with the consequences later. It was how he did everything, anyway.