DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE.

The rating of this story has CHANGED from T to M now, due to sexual content. Please bare this warning in mind if you decide to continue reading.

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The sound of a clattering pan, closely followed by a variety of explosive curse words, caused Steve to practically jump out of his skin that morning.

Instantly, he reached to his side, but found nothing but cold sheets and air. It didn't take his brain long to catch up to the fact that Natasha was the one causing all the noise from the kitchen.

He was quite surprised, seeing as Natasha was never the first one out of bed. If he ever tried to wake her before she was ready, she'd simply fist the blankets tighter and refuse to move an inch. Her grip was like steel, so trying to pull the blankets away from her was just a waste of time, as he had learnt and never attempted since.

Shaking his head in amusement, he quickly got out of bed and made his way into the other room, wanting to see exactly what the spy was up to.

The scene that greeted him took him by surprise.

Natasha stood wearing what she had worn to bed; those black shorts that clung to her shapely legs, and the dark vest that contrasted so well with her pale skin. But, her forehead was cradled in her hand, while the other hand rested on the counter, where a dismissed pan lay. The heavy rise and fall of her chest was enough of an indication that she was slowly counting to ten in her head, trying to cool off her rising temper.

But, it was the scattered mess of golden mixture that surrounded the red-haired woman that had Steve almost in fits of laughter. It took all the strength he could muster to prevent even the smallest of chuckles from escaping, saving him from the pan being chucked directly at his face.

Unable to resist, Steve asked, "Is everything alright in here?"

Clearly caught off-guard, Natasha's head snapped up and her eyes widened. "Steve!" She squeaked. "I-I can explain…" The sight of Natasha Romaonoff flustered was one he hoped he'd see again.

He stepped into the kitchen, careful not to step in any of the massacre around his feet. "What did the pan say to offend you?" He asked with a teasing grin.

For a moment, he debated whether the risk of being whacked with the pan was still high, as the Russian sent him a glare hot enough to burn through steel. "It's not funny, Rogers."

"Oh, but it is." To soften the blow, however, he leaned down and kissed her, still relishing in the fact he could do so freely, whenever he wanted - which, in all honesty, was all the time.

Natasha couldn't resist him, her anger fading as she melted into him. But, when they pulled away, her glare remained and she swatted him over the shoulder. "I was going to make us pancakes for breakfast."

"Nat, do you even know how to make pancakes?" The soldier asked with a raised eyebrow, ducking just in time to avoid the next swat, which was aimed at his head this time. He laughed. "Alright, tiger. I'll help you, if you want? We can make breakfast together."

"You're so mushy," She commented, but the sparkle in her emerald gaze told him that she very much liked this idea.

"Just doing my bit to save the kitchen." He replied, moving away from him before she could attempt a third swat.

Natasha insisted on being the one to clean up, saying that as she made the mess, she accepted the responsibility. Steve assumed it was also because she didn't want him to realise just how much of a mess she had made. After trying to help and being shot down, Steve just cleared up the counter which was covered in splats of wet mixture and puffs of flower.

"So, before you managed to butcher the kitchen, what inspired you to attempt such an advanced breakfast choice?" Steve asked, unable to stop himself from chuckling. "I think toast may have been a better option to start off with."

She glared at him, her gaze hot enough to burn through the toughest of vibranium. "You know what, Rogers-"

He kissed her, silencing her. She hummed against his mouth, instantly too distracted to continue with her upcoming rant. Her fingers weaved through his hair as she returned his kiss, making sure to brush against his lower lip with her tongue, but even when he opened for her, she resisted.

"Don't be a tease, Nat." He whispered.

"Don't be a prick, then." She replied, pulling away from him and returning her attention to the pancake mixture, which turned out to be a harder task than she would have thought possible. But, if she looked at him for too long, she'd only kiss him again, and she was determined to be in a huff with him for his earlier comments.

Perhaps showing off a little, Steve flipped the pancake over in the pan, and Natasha rolled her eyes at his grin. "Smug bastard," She muttered, although she certainly had appreciated the way the muscles of his arm shifted from the movement. Perhaps, she should insist that he wore long-sleeved shirts to bed, therefore she wouldn't get so distracted by him. Damn him and those perfect arms, that perfect back, that perfect face...hmm, perhaps a whole body bee-keeper suit would be best.

"Here, just be more careful this time." He said, handing her the pan. "You want to turn it, not somersault it into space."

Natasha elbowed him for that, but this time, she managed to keep the pancake in the pan after the flip. Although she knew it was slightly embarrassing, she did allow herself to feel slightly proud of her achievement. As if sensing this, Steve kissed her temple affectionately, and she forgot about trying to be annoyed at him.

"I have to say, I'm surprised you're out of bed this early." Steve remarked, his hands on her waist, thumbs brushing her skin that was revealed by her risen vest top.

"Believe me, if I had known it would just end up with you showing off, I wouldn't have bothered." There was no sting to her tone whatsoever, as she practically melted back against his strong chest. Cooking breakfast together was such a domestic, normal thing to do, and she was enjoying every second of it, even at the expense of her pride. He'd definitely bring up her failed attempt some time in the future.

"Hmm, I would have gotten you up." He assured her, his lips finding her neck. "I have learnt some very creative ways of how to make you enjoy an early wake-up call."

She hummed in pleasure as he sucked at her pulse point. Pancakes were wiped clean from her mind.

Quicker than he could blink, she'd switched off the stove, turned around to face him and then captured his lips in hers. He tasted so sweet, and she just couldn't help herself. Who could blame her? Her boyfriend was Steve Rogers, Captain America. Even after all these months together, the reminder of that still sent tingles up and down her spine, still had her heart feeling ready to burst from her chest.

Steve made no protest about the now forgotten breakfast. His hands went to her thighs and effortlessly lifted her up to the counter, where he stood between her legs as their lips crashed together.

She purred as she felt his hands run over the exposed skin of her thighs. "Was last night not enough for you?" She nipped at his bottom lip, tugging it slightly in the way she knew drove him crazy.

"I could never get enough of you." He whispered against her lips. "I'll never not want you, Nat."

Her body tingled with excitement at his words, the underlying promise in them.

"I'm yours," She told him softly, as he kissed his way along her neck, which she arched slightly to give him more of. It was the closest statement they had gotten to I love you, but it always had a very, very positive effect.

As he always did, Steve answered with a low growl that caused shivers to run up Nat's spine. Before, she would have snapped the wrists of any man who had tried to claim her, but not now. She belonged to Steve, as completely as he belonged to her.

"Steve," She moaned, arching her back and pushing her chest closer to him, desperate for him to touch every inch of her skin, for his lips to cover her entire body with sweet, sucking kisses. She had never known desire so strong before, it threatened to overwhelm her and she was more than willing to let it. Steve had brought her so many new experiences, ones that she hadn't even known were possible.

"So beautiful," He whispered against her, his lips making their way down her neck towards her collarbone at an exceptionally slow rate. He would take this slowly, take his time ravishing her. There was no need to rush, even though it was proving very hard to ignore just how good it felt to have her squirming underneath him.

No man had ever called her beautiful. 'Hot' and 'sexy', yes, which had always left her wanting to break their nose. Once again, Steve proved to her just how different he was, and that was why it was easy to finally drop her walls for him. She would allow herself to be vulnerable around him, because she trusted him completely.

Just as she went to remove her vest, his hand covered hers. "Nat," He said, in a voice deep enough to be a growl. "Let me take my time with you."

"You're driving me insane." She told him, even though that was quite clear by her heavy panting and the way her entire body was aching for him. But, she let go of the material of her top, and ran her fingers through his sandy-golden hair, gripping it.

He chuckled against her skin, as he slowly lifted her vest top, revealing her flat stomach. His lips made tortuous paths across her belly, his tongue trailing out to taste her. When his mouth got as lower as the top of her shorts, he made his way back up. Before she could protest again, he eased her vest top off her, revealing her breasts.

"Steve, oh-!" She gasped as his mouth encased one of her nipples, his tongue swirling over it in such a sinful way that left her breathless. Her fingers tightened their hold of his hair as his hand moved to pay attention to her breast, rolling and squeezing and flicking…

"I love these," He said against her, squeezing again for empathise. "I've always loved these."

She bit her lower lip as another moan escaped her, just as he switched from one breast to the other with his mouth. "You're wearing too many clothes." She commented breathlessly.

He grinned, looking up at her with darkening eyes. "Patience, Romanoff." That favourite taunt of his was back.

If she wasn't currently battling to control the overpowering sensations surging through her, Natasha probably would have hit him for that, for teasing her so beautifully. But, she sank her teeth into his shoulder as he continued to lick and suck, mapping her breasts with his mouth.

He'd successfully ruined her last name ever sounding normal when it came from his lips. His voice was dripping with arousal, and his eyes burned into her as if all he wanted was to devour her there and then. To get her point across, she spread her legs even more, her knees coming away from his hips slightly. But, Steve returned his attention back to her breasts, and she didn't have it in her to argue to hurry him.

As if sensing her internal struggle about arguing about his pace, Steve kissed her, their lips crashing together. His fingers eased under the band of her shorts, gently gazing over the soft skin underneath, before he paused, leaning away from her to look at her face.

Her eyes opened slowly. "If you even consider stopping, Steve, I'm going to-"

That was all the confirmation he needed in order to continue. As much as he craved her, wanting nothing more than the feeling of her naked body finally underneath him, he had needed to make sure she was okay with this. He always made sure, even when they were rougher with each other. Now, with that bridge of doubt successfully cleared up, he showed no reserve in pushing her shorts down her long legs. He groaned as he realised she hadn't been wearing anything underneath.

"You are so perfect, Nat." He whispered, kneeling back to look at her. Her chest was rising and falling heavily as she fought to regain her breath, her body was laid out on the soft sheets which made her bright hair stand out like fire. He had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

But, he surprised her when he leaned down and kissed the skin of her ankle. She watched as he made his way up the inside of her leg, dancing over the side of her knee, but when he bit the softness of her inner thigh, she threw her head back and practically screamed his name.

She was ready for him. The scent of her arousal and the sight of it glistening before him was enough to drive him crazy, but he willed himself to take his time. There was no rush. It was just the two of them in the whole wide world. As much as he wanted her, he wanted to do this for her, make her feel special and adored, just as she deserved.

So, he teased her, and took great personal pleasure in hearing the soft moans and hitched breaths that he drew out of her. Him. He was the one who was making her feel all these things. He was the one who she loved and wanted. He'd spend every day for the rest of his life being the man she deserved.

"Steve," Her fingers gripped his golden hair once again. "Please...please…"

His tongue licked a long line from her knee to the top of her thigh. "You do not need to beg, Natasha." He told her firmly, stopping his mouth over exactly where he knew she wanted him most. As he spoke, his voice tickled her in such a way that she almost gave in there and then. "There is nothing in this world that I wouldn't give you, do for you."

"You seem to be doing a rather good job at not giving me what I want right now." She choked out.

"Which is what, sweet Natasha?" His tongue grazed over the inside of her thigh once again. "What is it you want?"

"You," She gasped out. "Your mouth on me. Your cock inside me, so deep that all I can feel is you."

He chuckled deeply. "I love your dirty mouth." He mumbled against her skin, as he used a finger to gently touch her, trailing down slowly. He was certainly going to pay for this later, but at this very moment, he was enjoying himself too much to care.

"I'm going to kill you." Natasha gasped out, her back arching. "I'm going to kill you, Steve, just as slowly as you are-"

Suddenly, his mouth was on her, and stars erupted in front of her. It took all she had in her not to unravel there and then. She'd never, ever experienced anything like this before Steve. She'd had lovers, men to warm her bed for her, but never had she shared such an intimate relationship with someone - just not physically, but emotionally. Now, she never wanted to have this same experience with anyone other than Steve for the rest of her life.

Her hands clutched onto the counter, her fingers pressing down for grip, so hard that it was a wonder her touch didn't meld the marble, leaving behind tiny finger-prints. Her knuckles went pale as all her strength focused on holding on the side, on keeping her anchored before she drifted off into this unending sea of bliss that Steve created for her. Not yet. She had to hold on. Not yet…

Steve's talented mouth worked perfectly against her, playing her like a musical instrument as all kinds of whimpers and moans erupted from her. He knew exactly what she liked, and knew how to drag out her pleasure.

His hands moved around her thighs, making their way underneath her to squeeze her ass. Oh, how he loved her ass.

"Steve…" She whimpered, her eyes clenched tightly shut as the flood she had been holding inside her threatened to overpower her control. "I...I need to...I'm going to…"

"Come for me, Nat." He said, sucking and teasing her. "I'm here."

That was it. She threw her head back as she came, her entire body quivering from an orgasm so powerful that it stripped her of her ability to speak. All she could do was moan as her body unravelled for him, and he lapped up her juices without complaint. Even once the waves had started to subside, she was trembling from the effect he had on her.

He left several kisses on the inside of her thighs as he waited for her to come down from her high. His pants had become far too tight, but she was too sensitive right now. So, he kissed his way back up her body before coming to a stop at her lips.

She could taste herself on his tongue, and it ignited the fire in her stomach once again. "Why are you still wearing clothes?" She demanded.

"I think we should move this somewhere more comfortable," He suggested.

She grabbed his shoulders, refusing to let him pause. "I don't want 'more comfortable'." She growled out. "I want you, inside me, now. That's an order, Captain."

How could he refuse?

Swiftly, he pulled his shirt over his head, noticing how her eyes instantly darkened as they landed on the muscles of his chest, and darted lower as his boxers were removed as well. There he stood, naked in front of her, without even the smallest urge to hide himself from her.

He picked her up, carrying her to the nearest empty wall. The counter was too awkward, too high. He needed her close, pressed against her wherever he could. He paused, the tip of him brushing against her, feeling the wetness.

"I will kill you." Natasha groaned out, her head rolling back as she felt him, all of him, against her. "I will kill you where you stand, Steve Rogers, if you don't-"

He was inside her before she could even finish her threat.

It was a good thing this house had no neighbours. There would definitely be a noise complaint coming their way thanks to the moan that erupted from Natasha. Her nails dug into his bare back, raking down and then up as he moved within her in long, powerful thrusts.

"Nat," He groaned, his forehead falling on her collarbone as he pushed deeper inside her, almost crushing her into the wall. "God, Nat…" He raised his lips, sucking on her pulse point before biting down gently on her earlobe. His hands gripped her ass, helping her move up and down in time with his thrusts.

She clung to him, not wanting to ever let him go. With each powerful thrust of his hips, he worked his way further inside her, hitting that sweet point that left her as a writhing, whimpering mess in his arms.

Then, her mobile rang.

"Ignore it," She told him firmly, her nails clawing at his back before her hand cupped his neck, pulling his lips to hers, devouring his mouth as he moved inside her.

The phone continued to ring, but the annoying noise was almost completely drawn out by the sound of their slapping skin and Natasha's low, passionate moans.

The ringing ended, only to begin again as the caller tried a second time.

This time, she felt Steve slow down, and knew he was about to stop. So, she tightened her legs around his waist, locking him against her. "They'll go away." She panted out, kissing him again, her tongue practically forcing its way inside. Steve relented to her.

Although the phone continued to ring, the two of them lost themselves in each other, blocking out the entire world as they chased their approaching climaxes. Steve's thrusts increased in speed and power, hitting so deep inside her that Natasha was convinced that she was about to fall apart right in there and then.

Then, it all became too much, and she released, clinging to him and shuddering as wave after wave racked her body.

Steve followed close behind, his head falling onto her shoulder again, and she stroked his hair softly, both of them panting and sticky with sweat. Steve slid out of her slowly, but they remained close. His head rested between her breasts, his breath tickling her bare stomach in a pleasantly, tingly way. As they recovered, she stroked his soft hair with one hand, while the other brushed over his back, which she hoped wouldn't be too sore from the scratch marks that now raked across it.

The phone sounded again.

"Whoever it is, better hope for a swift death." She grumbled, cursing the caller for ruining their moment of post-sex bliss. As much as they enjoyed sex very much, they also took their time after to relish in the moment.

Steve chuckled, passing her the phone.

She checked the caller ID and groaned in annoyance before putting the phone to her ear and answering, "What could you possibly want, Stark?"

Steve stilled. There was no reason for the billionaire genius to be getting in contact with her, not one that would be good, anyway. After the conversation they had shared with him and Banner, Steve was willing to bet money on the fact this phone call was somehow related to the sceptre.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, Little Red." Stark commented. She could practically picture the grin on his face, and the wanting to whack it from his features with the pan behind her was all too satisfying to think about. "You really need to find a way to release all that angry tension. It's not going to do you any good in the long run."

Natasha couldn't resist winking at Steve, silently communicating, I've sorted that myself. He grinned in response, his hand slipping to her ass and giving it a playful squeeze. She glared at him, but the corners of her lips twitched, betraying the fact that she really did not mind what he'd just done. Thankfully, though, she managed to not make a noise, because Tony would certainly have picked up on it.

"Well, would you like someone calling you before eight o'clock in the morning?" Natasha demanded into the phone. "If this is because you miss Pepper and want someone to complain to, I told you last time that I don't-"

"Fury wants us to come in." Stark cut her off, effectively silencing her. Both she and Steve stiffened. "All of us."

Sure enough, if Steve checked his phone - still lying on the bedside table - he would see that he had several missed calls from Hill.

"When?"

"Today, it's can't wait." Tony told her. "Coulson's team has located the scepter. A quinjet is on it's way to pick us up."

Shock stiffened her body. It had been two weeks since Banner had visited briefly and let slip that he and Tony had been trying to locate the scepter, and that Agent Coulson - who had died, but not died, apparently - had been leading a team to find it as well. A foolish part of her had allowed herself to be convinced that maybe the sceptre would never be found, or better yet, a way to destroy it would be found without her or Steve being asked to get involved.

In those few weeks, Sam had left the tower, claiming he had important things to sort out, though Natasha hadn't been told what. But, Thor would be joining them on this mission, she had no doubt about that. "Have you contacted the others yet?" She asked, thinking about Clint and how happy her best friend had been when she had last visited him.

"Barton swore a couple of times, and mentioned something about retirement not being respected, but he'll be there. He's not formerly retired, so his point is invalid." Tony said, as if hoping that the fact that Clint would be coming with them would be enough to persuade her to stop being in such a temper. "Thor and Banner will be on the quinjet. I thought I'd ring you myself, because I thought you'd be in a cheerier mood than Barton was. He called me an unspeakable word. Clearly, I was mistaken, as you seem just as stroppy this morning."

"Shove it, Stark." Natasha growled. "I'll be ready in ten. Where are we going, so I can pack suitably for the climate?"

"Sokovia,"

When she hung up, she looked up at Steve and sighed. "Looks like vacation is over."

But, inside her stomach, a fire was already burning at the thought of going back on the field and kicking some Hydra ass. Clearly, as she took in his set jaw and determined eyes, her boyfriend was thinking the same thing.

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The ramp of the quinjet lowered, revealing Clint Barton, stood with his arms folded over his chest and a small grin twitching at the corners of his lips when his eyes landed on Natasha. "Hey, kid."

Natasha walked over to him and instantly hugged him. "I'm sorry," She whispered in his ear. Sorry that he had to be dragged back into this. Sorry that they couldn't have just left him and his family alone.

Clint's arms were around her waist instantly, holding her against him. "It's part of the job." He responded, and his tone seemed steady, as if he truly wasn't annoyed that Fury had involved him.

Natasha vowed silently that no matter what happened with this scepter, she would make sure Clint returned to his family in one piece.

Pulling away from him, Natasha stepped back, returning to Steve's side. Her boyfriend held his hand out to Clint, who shook it in the manly way of greeting. "It's good to see you again, Barton."

"Likewise, Cap." Natasha didn't miss the way Clint glanced from Steve to her, as if silently mulling over a theory of his. She held his gaze, and he gave up, letting go of Steve's hand and gesturing inside the quinjet. "Might as well get yours comfortable."

A few minutes later, Tony joined them. Agent Hill was waiting for them at the control panels of the jet, but it was Clint who sat down in the pilot seat. Knowing that it was perhaps time to put a little professional distance between her and Steve, Natasha moved to stand at her best friend's side.

As the jet lifted into the air, Hill started to fill them in on exactly what Agent Coulson's team had discovered. The scepter had been used to test on individuals, and had turned out far too powerful for most of them to handle. Natasha felt a sickening twist at her stomach at the thought of someone being so cruel and deluded that they could willingly test on innocent people.

"The scepter itself contains the mind stone, one of six of the infinity stones." Hill said, but she didn't add that the stone was what had enabled Clint's mind to be controlled. It wasn't necessary, but Clint stiffened slightly, so Natasha rested her hand on his shoulder.

They exchanged a glance, with both of them in understanding. It's never going to happen again.

"Strucker has a team of scientists who have been assembled to research the gem, hence why he was inspired by the idea to experiment. We believe his base to be hidden away in the forest of Sokovia, in an old castle. It's isolated enough that their work has been able to go undetected for so long. Your mission is to get inside, retrieve the scepter and take care of Strucker."

"And if there are innocents inside?" Natasha asked. She couldn't bring herself to even consider what sort of state they could be in. Deranged, driven to the point of madness that they weren't even human anymore? One look across the jet at Steve told her he was thinking the same thing.

Hill's voice was firm, "The important thing is getting the scepter, so it can't be used in the wrong hands. I doubt there are any people inside there to rescue." They have all probably died, or are far beyond help now, the words weren't spoken out loud, but they all heard them regardless.

"We are picking up Banner along the way." Clint informed them all, eyes locked on the clouds in front of them. "Thor will probably make a grand appearance nearer the time. Let's just hope his lightning display doesn't fry us."

Natasha remained at his side for most of the flight, feeling a pool of dread forming in her stomach.

Why did it feel like retrieving this scepter was only going to be the start?

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Time to start Age of Ultron! I personally quite liked this film, there were some hilarious moments in it.

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