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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Infiltrating a HYDRA base would have been a whole lot more pleasant if it wasn't in Sokovia, which seemed to have been hit with a neverending snowstorm. Sat in a large four-by-four, Natasha was just about to make a comment on the cold climate, when a snowball landed directly in her face.
"Barton!" She screeched, rubbing snow from her cheek before spinning round to face her partner, who smiled triumphantly.
"You were practically a perfect target, sat there shivering. Grow some balls, Tasha. You're Russian, this is the perfect climate for you." Hawkeye shot back as he joined them, his quiver of deadly arrows slung casually over his shoulder.
"Shut up and get in the car." She growled, but there was no anger behind her words. It was nice to have her friend back, even if it was under these circumstances. With everything that had happened in her life since they had fought alongside each other in New York, it felt like a lifetime since she and Clint had fought side by side. The warrior inside her felt a warm glow of familiarity at the idea of battling beside him.
"Where's Cap?" Clint asked, surveying the forest around them.
She shrugged. "Went off somewhere on his bike," She ensured that she didn't sound as on edge as she really felt. Both she and Steve had agreed that their relationship was to remain between them for a little while longer. They enjoyed their privacy too much, and it definitely wouldn't last if Clint - or worse, Tony - knew about them.
Besides, when it came to work, they were both professionals. They worked so well together that announcing their relationship would only make people question them. Steve would be accused of favouritism whenever it came to making a decision, and Natasha had no doubt that certain agents at SHIELD, mainly the women, would accuse her of just trying to sleep her way to the top.
No, their lives were certainly much better off without speculation and gossip getting involved.
However, that meant that Natasha had to act as if she couldn't care less about where the Captain had darted off to in such a rush, without any explanation, when deep down, she was going crazy. That hero complex of his was a real pain in her ass sometimes.
Clint's eyes widened when Natasha didn't move seats as he climbed over the back. "You're driving?"
With a huff, she straightened and folded her arms over her chest in defiance, challenging him to push her further. "Got a problem with it? You can always walk."
He snorted. "I'm just glad I have life insurance."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Children, children," Stark's voice echoed around them as the Iron Man suit circled the car, hovering in the air. "Behave yourselves, please. You'll have time to bicker later."
Natasha shot Clint a glare, which he responded to with a rude gesture consisting of one finger being raised at her. She slammed her foot on the accelerator before he had time to grab the side of the car. As they shot into the snowy forest, Clint fell back with a thud and swore, loudly.
Above them, the lightning bolts showed exactly where Thor was. The Asgardian bounced through the air as if he weighed nothing more than a feather, sending down electrical shots at any HYDRA agents he could see. Tony joined him in the air, blasting and darting at the same time. As Natasha drove even faster, Clint had regained his footing and his arrows were shooting off in several different directions.
The Hulk broke into their path, charging at a group of HYDRA agents wielding massive guns. He grabbed them and chucked them around like ragdolls. It looked like he was having fun. The complete opposite to how Banner had been at the meeting that night; shut off, quiet, looking like he'd rather blend into the shadows so they would forget he was even there.
Natasha had felt a stab of sympathy for the quiet doctor. When she had been sent to recruit him in the first place, before the mess with Loki and New York, it had been made apparent to her that Bruce Banner despised himself, loathed what he had become. Yes, he had tried to put it behind him and start a new life helping people, but he couldn't escape from the Hulk. She wondered briefly if he would ever learn to accept that part of himself.
She was brought out of her moment of thought when a heavy round of machine gun bullets fired at her vehicle. With a quick flick of her hands, she altered their direction and used the nearby trees for cover as one of Clint's arrows landed on the weapon and blew it into a thousand tiny shards.
The mission was clear enough. Destroy the base. Retrieve the scepter. Find Strucker.
The vehicle hit a patch of ice just as it was blasted from somewhere in the trees. Both she and Clint threw themselves into the air to avoid being crushed, and a strong arm grabbed her. She found herself sitting on Steve's motorbike, and wrapped her arms around his waist as he powered it over a small ramp. Behind her, she heard Clint's arrows land on several HYDRA agents.
"Nice of you to show up, Cap." She commented.
Glancing over his shoulder at her, Steve grinned. "Couldn't let my girl get snow in her hair, could I?" He asked, before turning his comms back on.
Natasha squeezed his firm bicep before jumping off the motorbike, landing effortlessly on her feet and instantly facing three HYDRA agents. With one sweep of her legs, one was sent to the ground, and she rotated her body to kick out in a fluid transition, sending another flying back into a tree. She jumped over the third one, hands grabbing his shoulders,before shoving him to the ground.
She had to admit, she'd missed this.
Above them, Tony soared up to the building on the top of the mountain, bouncing off it almost instantly. A blue, glimmering shield appeared, blocking any attempt Iron Man could make of blasting it. The gleaming suit ricocheted off it like a rubber ball.
He barely regained his balance before he collided into a tree.
An outraged "Shit!" came through the comms.
"Language," Steve chided, steering the motorbike through the trees swiftly. "Jarvis, what's the view from upstairs?"
"The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield." The computer system told them, even though they'd already worked that out, having just witnessed Tony being thrown off in the other direction. "Strucker's technology is well beyond any other HYDRA base we've taken."
Thor crashed to the ground, his hammer hitting the ice and jolting out several strikes of lightning at the enemy agents that surrounded him. "Loki's scepter must be here." The Asguardian declared. "Strucker couldn't mount this defense without it. At long last."
Unclipping grenades from her belt, Natasha made quick work of several Hydra vehicles that darted along the road in front of her. She jumped from a large hill of snow, crashing into another agent, twisting her legs around his neck, snapping it. "'At long last' is lasting a little long, boys," She reminded them.
"Yeah, I think we lost the element of surprise." Clint chimed in from his new vantage point in the trees. His ability to scale a tree as easily as a woodland creature had often led Natasha to address him as 'chipmunk', in their earlier missions.
"Wait a second," Tony's voice came through the comms. "No one else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said 'language'?"
Natasha smirked. After all, she was the only one here that knew just how dirty Steve's mouth could be.
Bullets missed her shoulder. Quickly grabbing her glocks and flicking the safety off, she fired at the men standing behind rather large machine guns. She took them out without wasting a single shot.
"I know," Steve groaned. "It just slipped out." Seconds later, and he sent his motorbike flying into an approaching vehicle. The agents inside scattered just before it went up in flames. Steve had landed on his feet.
Even in the midst of battle, Natasha allowed herself to acknowledge that her boyfriend was incredibly, incredibly sexy.
"They are relentless!" Thor's voice boomed through the frozen woods.
That was true. With each agent they seemed to dispatch, three more appeared in its place. Beams and shots were flying everywhere, and more trucks were approaching from downwind.
Tony sent his newly formed 'Iron Legion' to attempt to keep the civilians out of harm's way, as they watched in terror from the nearby town. Meanwhile, the Avengers remained in the forest, trying to battle their way through the never ending HYDRA agents that were shooting at them.
Something fast, unnaturally fast, brushed past Natasha. But, when she spun around, she wasn't facing anyone. Further up the hill, she saw Clint go down.
The blur of light appeared in the corner of her vision, tackling Steve. He flipped, landed on his feet, and glared around him, unable to see who had actually attacked him. "We have an Enhanced in the field."
"Clint's been hit!" She shouted into the comms as she hurried to her fallen friend, the snow crunching underneath her as she dropped to her knees beside him.
His face was contorted in pain, and he clutched at his side. A large chunk of his flesh was missing from his side, causing the snow beneath him to be stained red with blood.
Above them, the gun that had struck him kept firing, missing them only barely.
"Someone want to deal with that bunker?" She demanded down the comms and she worked furiously to wrap Clint's wound, to stem the bleeding. "Oh, will you stop groaning like a baby?" She asked him.
"Easy to say when part of your body isn't missing." Clint shot back. His good-natured comment was enough to still Natasha's hands. He was okay. He was okay…
The Hulk crashed through the trees, running straight for the bunker and crashing through it. Rubble shot everywhere, but the Hulk kept running, smashing a few trees down for good measure.
"Thank you," Natasha turned her attention back to packing Clint's wound. "I said quit groaning!"
"You would make a terrible, terrible nurse." Clint commented.
She stuck her tongue out at him before giving him a sedative, which would make treating him a hell of a lot easier, considering they were still in the middle of a battlefield.
"Romanoff?" Steve's voice echoed in her ear.
She picked up the underlying worry in his tone, hoping that for the others, it was better hidden than it was to her ears. "We're fine."
He seemed convinced enough. "Stark, we really need to get inside."
"I'm closing in," Tony confirmed, and once again, the Iron Man suit circled the building once again. This time, Tony had learnt his lesson about approaching it from above. He clearly wasn't a fan of being a metal bouncing ball.
"Clint's hit pretty bad, guys." Natasha informed them, as Clint's blood continued to run over her hands, staining her palms. "We're going to need evac."
"I'll take him to the jet." In a blink of an eye, the Asguardian was beside her, easing her friend into his arms before launching himself back up to the sky, hammer held above his head.
Once they had disappeared from her eyesight, Natasha pressed against the piece of equipment in her ear. "What's the plan, guys?"
"I, for one, am already in the building." Tony said blatantly. "Cap, you're late to the party. Surely, you won't let me have all the fun?"
Natasha glanced across the clearing, to where Steve just sent an agent flying from him with one knock of his shield. "I don't plan on it." As if sensing her watching him, he turned round, his eyes flickering over her entire body. He relaxed, seeing there wasn't even a single scratch on her.
"If we have any hope of making it out of here in one peace, Banner needs to calm down." She pointed out.
He looked torn, as if deciding what was more dangerous; infiltrating the base where they had no idea what lurked inside, or her single handedly trying to settle down a giant, raging Hulk. Although her heart quickened as she released exactly what she was signing herself up for, she gritted her teeth, determined to help Banner before he hurt himself, or someone else. "I'm probably the only one of us who can do it."
Even with so much space between them, she could sense the tension gripping at Steve's body. But, he wouldn't dare undermine her. So, he sighed. "Be careful."
She nodded in understanding.
"And," Tony chipped in suddenly. "For God's sake, mind your language." He could never resist a dig at Steve.
Natasha laughed, while Steve muttered under his breath, "I'm never going to live that down, am I?"
"Nope," Natasha and Tony both responded at the same time.
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Natasha's way of greeting her injured friend was, by nature, to jab him in the side to wake him up.
"Anyone ever told you you're a bit of a bitch?" Clint groaned out, coming out of the sedation. But, thankfully, it seemed that his wound was bandaged up and the bleeding had stopped.
"I've heard it once or twice." Natasha replied sweetly, touching his shoulder gently. "I'm glad you're okay."
He grinned. "It'll take a lot more than that to take me out, Tasha. I'm offended you would think so little of me."
Banner, now back to his usual calm self, joined them, assessing Clint's vitals. "Dr Cho is meeting us when we land. She can repair his tissue, and he'll be good as new."
Natasha folded her arms over her chest, grinning. "Good. Pretending we need this guy really brings this team together." That earnt her a small smile from the doctor, and she realised that she couldn't even remember the last time she had heard Banner laugh and genuinely mean it.
"I'm right here, you know!" Barton said indignantly, glaring up at them as they found humour at his expense.
Before she could respond, she caught sight of Steve ducking past into the next compartment. She hadn't seen him since he had managed to get inside the building, and she wanted to ask him what he had seen, why he had looked so pale when he'd come out.
Most importantly, she just needed to make sure he was okay.
"I'll leave you in Dr Banner's capable hands." She winked down at Clint, who rolled his eyes at the idea of being fussed over. "If he gets mouthy, Doctor, sedate him again. He's fun when he's grouchy."
Banner chuckled. In the background, Thor and Tony were bickering in the pilot booth. Natasha grinned to herself. It was good to be back.
She slipped through to the next compartment, where Steve was hanging up his shield and rolling his shoulders, letting the tense muscles move underneath his tight suit. Her watchful eyes didn't miss how he winced slightly, and she smiled as he jumped when Natasha crept up behind him and placed her hands on the area, rubbing and kneading away.
"Are you alright?" She asked quietly, feeling him lean back into her, his firm muscles pressing against her palms.
He nodded. "Yeah. It's just been a long day." He turned to face her, his eyes assessing her face, her body, looking for any sign of injury. "You?"
"What, worried I got used as a ragdoll by our rather large green friend?" She meant it to be teasing, but Steve didn't smile. "I'm fine, Steve. I promise. I think I bored Banner to death by complaining about the snow, so much so that the Hulk just gave up and went away." Her hands slid down his arms. "He could control it, one day. The Hulk's rage. With a little bit of help…"
Steve was tense underneath her once more. "No. You can't put yourself in danger like that-"
She cut him off, prodding her finger underneath his collarbone, an action she knew wasn't pleasant. "We agreed, Steve, that we wouldn't question each other on the field, and that we wouldn't let our relationship interfere with how we are on this team. You can't shelter me from everything, you know."
With a sigh, Steve turned his head slightly to look at her. "I know, and I'd never make you sit on the bench." He clarified. "It's just...the Hulk can be dangerous, Nat. You've seen it."
"Perhaps there's a way of helping him, though. I want to help our friend, Steve."
"Banner is our friend," Steve said, a muscle in his jaw jumping. "He's made it perfectly clear that he and the Hulk are two very different beings, two different consieces. One with reason, one without."
"The Hulk is Banner," She resumed the massaging motions of her hands over the tops of his shoulders, wishing Steve didn't worry quite so much. If it wasn't for the serum bumping through his veins, she was convinced he'd cause himself killer migraines, and a few early grey hairs. But, it warmed her that he cared about her so much. "If there's a way to help him, Steve...we need to at least try."
He reached behind them to grab her hand, kissing the palm of it in a way that had her knees weaken. "Alright," He agreed. "Forgive me, for being an overprotective fool?"
She smiled at him softly. "You're my boyfriend, you're allowed to get a little overprotective. If you didn't, I'd get suspicious." She reached up on her tiptoes to kiss him, instantly feeling better as soon as his mouth was pressing against hers.
Automatically, his hands fell to her waist, holding her against him. Although she really didn't want to, Natasha ended the kiss, pulling away so she could ask, "What did you see in that building? Something's gotten you on edge."
He sighed. "There was a girl. Young, vulnerable, but her powers...it was unlike anything I have ever seen." He told her. "I just...I couldn't help but wonder what they must have put her through. How they must have broken her. How they might have done to her what they did to…"
Bucky. The word was silent between them.
They had searched for even the smallest detail on where the Winter Soldier had retreated to. Steve had been convinced it had been the Soldier who pulled him out of the water, after the helicarrier crashed, and that had only confirmed his hope that he could save his friend.
But, after weeks and weeks of searching, of having Sam scout across the country for them while they couldn't risk showing their faces, nothing had come about it.
The Winter Soldier had gone quiet. Vanished into thin air, like a ghost.
That was both a good thing, and a bad thing.
But, as those blue eyes of his watched her face, Natasha also knew that he was thinking about all the terrible things the Red Room had done to her. How they had broken her soul. She didn't even want to consider if Hydra had adopted similar methods on this girl, although it was more than likely.
Natasha looked up at him with understanding glimmering in her eyes. "Was she the Enhanced who entered the field?" Before Clint went down, and she had taken her attention away from the scepter and the agents firing at her.
He dipped his head. "I had Hill look into it instantly. There's two of them. Twins, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, orphans due to the war raging inside Sokovia. The boy's got increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis, hence his ability to run faster than I can blink. The girl, however, is more into mind games it seems; telekinesis, mental manipulation, and something called neuroelectric interfacing. I thought you'd actually understand what better than I did."
Natasha's nod was enough confirmation.
Steve ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it with the frustrated gesture. "They were easy targets, picked out because they felt alone in the world. They're out there, Nat. Lost. Easily led down the wrong path."
"We'll find them, Steve." She reassured him. "We can help them, too. No one has to be alone out there."
"Come here," He said, softly.
Gently, he pulled her into his body, his arms wrapping around her slender waist, holding her against him. She looked up, taing in his features, as his forehead rested against hers, almost making her tremble at the contact. How could she have missed him this much, when they had only been separated for a couple of hours before the mission, and their time on the field?
But, as much as she had focused, she had felt that constant pressure in the back of her mind. She had searched for him through the trees, for a glimmer of red, white and blue. She had listened to that motorbike roaring through the snow. Only when she had seen him, had she been able to breathe again.
As much as hearing his voice through the comms soothed her, she needed him physically with her to convince herself that he was alright. So, breathed in deeply, allowing that comforting smell of cinnamon to wash over her, soothing her concern and allowing her mind to finally stop thinking.
Her hand rested above his heart, feeling the comforting thudding of it under her touch. As his arms enclosed her tighter, she blocked out any thought she had that didn't involve him. As they sat there together, her strength finally returned to her.
But, as Thor's booming laugh split through the air, they broke apart, remembering that they were in fact surrounded by the team.
"Stark is throwing a party, once we get back. In celebration of the fact we got the scepter back, but I think he's just using that as a reasonable excuse." Natasha informed him, a devilishly grin appearing on her face. "Can I expect to see you there, Captain?"
"It depends," He said, keeping his voice low so their conversation remained between them.
She raised an eyebrow. "On?"
"On whether we'll be willing to behave ourselves," He told her. "We agreed, Nat, that this stays private. We can't risk vodka getting in the way of that agreement."
She shoved him, gently. "I can handle my drink, Rogers. Now, I feel like your dirty little secret, that would ruin your golden reputation if the word got out that we were together." She was only teasing, but his jaw tensed.
His lips were close to his ear as he growled, "Believe me, it takes me a great deal of control to not shout from the rooftop that you are mine."
She raised a brow. She loved this side of him; the protective, proud alpha male. "What's stopping you, Captain?"
"Our privacy, our right to enjoy this relationship and let it develop without the outside world meddling." He said, his voice softer. She knew what he wasn't saying; that he understood that she wasn't ready for the world to know yet, even if perhaps he was. "I want you, forever. We don't need to rush or involve others. Not yet, unless you want to."
Forever. The word excited her, and scared her slightly. "Our friends are the most nosey people I've ever met." She reminded him. "But, we'll keep it from them. It'll be fun, testing your self control again." Just like she had done when she had returned from the Barton's that week, and toyed with him across the dance floor.
When she remembered how that night had ended, she definitely couldn't wait for another chance to wind him up.
His brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Smiling, she reached up to lay a lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth. "You'll find out soon enough, soldier." She whispered against his skin, before turning and leaving him in the compartment. She didn't even have to glance over her shoulder to know that his eyes followed the purposeful swaying of her hips.
Oh, she thought smugly to herself, this was going to be so much fun.
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The party was over the top, but when Tony Stark was the host, you couldn't really expect anything else.
There must have been at least a hundred unfamiliar faces in that room, and Steve remained on the higher floor, looking across at the dancing guests.
"On your left,"
He turned to see Sam standing there, dressed smartly with his hands in his pockets. The Falcon gave him a grin, which he returned, glad to see his friend again.
"Sounds like you guys had a hell of a fight," Sam continued, coming to stand beside him so they both could look down at the party. "Sorry I missed it." There wasn't even a hint of jealousy or remorse in his voice over the fact that he had missed the action.
Steve chuckled. "If I had known it was going to be a firefight, I absolutely would have called."
"No, no, I'm not actually sorry." Sam clarified. "I'm just trying to sound tough. Avenging is your world, I've been busy enough chasing cold leads on our missing persons case."
Steve's heart clenched. "Still nothing?"
"The man's a ghost, Steve." Sam answered, his tone regretful, sympathetic. He understood, to some extent, why Steve was so determined to track down the same man who had tried to kill them all months ago. "I'm not giving up, though."
"I appreciate it, Sam. I really do." Steve said, trying to push down that disappointment that lurked inside his mind.
"So," Sam cleared his throat. "Where's your girl at?"
Steve froze slightly, and prayed that the brief moment hadn't been noticed by his friend.
But, of course, it had. "Relax, dude. I can keep a secret, you know. Even if I haven't just spent the last few months living in the same building as you guys, I'd have worked it out sooner or later. The way you two look at each other...you'd have to be pretty stupid not to pursue her, dude."
"We just want to keep it private, for now." Steve told him. He trusted Sam enough to know, though, that their secret was safe. "I think, if the world found out, it would freak both of us out. It's all very new to both of us."
"I'm happy for you, man." Sam patted his back. "Have fun keeping your hands off her tonight, though."
That spiked his attention. "She's here?" His eyes had been searching for that flash of red hair all night. Steve hadn't managed to find her to have some time alone with her since they had landed from the mission. She had gone to check on Clint, and he had found himself with a very smug, excitable Tony.
Sam grinned. "Behind the bar, nine o'clock."
Steve's eyes instantly diverted that way, finding Natasha, and the breath was taken from his body.
Natasha was always beautiful, but tonight, she was a goddess. Her hair was curled, coming to and end just before her shoulders. Her skin glowed from the golden lights of the party, a sparkling necklace laying just above the swell of her breasts. Her dress was black, fitting her body perfectly, highlighting the smallness to her waist and the curve of her hips. It took all of Steve's self control to not grip on the banister and snap the wood.
The little minx.
He remembered the mischievous glint in her eyes as they stood in the jet's compartment, the only private moment they'd had together in almost twenty-four hours now. The way she had smiled at him, so innocently, and how she had walked away, leaving him looking after her like a lost puppy.
She had him completely wrapped around her little finger, and he didn't even care.
Now, she moved around the back of the bar with such familiarity, knowing exactly where everything was. She smiled at guests and laughed with them, causing her chest to bounce slightly.
Knowing full well that Natasha had a large selection of dresses, he knew that she had picked this one out on purpose.
If she wanted to play that game, he was more than willing to do the same.
"Come on," He said to Sam. "I'll introduce you to the others." Out of the two of them, Steve had much more patience than Natasha.
They left the balcony, making their way around the dancefloor, to where Thor, Banner and a recovering Clint were standing. Steve made the introductions, aware that a set of emerald eyes had followed his every step, and they all shook hands with Sam. Tony instantly went in, asking several questions about the Falcon suit, and Steve took his chance to slip away unnoticed.
He headed directly for the bar. Even part of his body was on edge, like he was walking along a tightrope, only that he felt tempted just to let himself give in.
Natasha watched him approach, meeting his gaze with her steady eyes, but excitement shimmered in those green depths. She smiled softly, biting her lower lip and slowly releasing it in the way she knew always drove him insane. The way she was looking at him did funny things to his breathing.
"Can I interest you in a drink, sir?" She asked as he came to a stop on the other side of the counter from her. With that devilish smile on her lips, she leaned forward onto her crossed arms, bringing his chest to his attention even more.
His eyes drank in the sight of her; the dangerous smile on her lips, the glitter of her skin, the daring neckline of her dress, the way her bunched up breasts seemed to call to him like a siren's song. "Oh, I'm interested, but not in a drink."
Her grin widened; the lioness had found her prey.
"Tell me," He said, taking a seat. "How did a beautiful woman like you end up at a party like this all by herself?"
"I'm not by myself," She replied, her finger trailing round the rip of the glass she had in front of her. He followed the movement with his eyes, then returned his attention back to her face. "I'm waiting for my boyfriend to show up."
He raised an eyebrow. "Your boyfriend? Well, he's a fool, for not being here right now, making the most of every minute he gets to share with you."
Her tongue came out to lick her bottom lip, slowly. The light surrounding the bar reflected against her wet mouth, drawing his attention exactly where she wanted. "And what is it he should be doing, with such time?"
"Let's just say, if I were him, you'd be on top of this counter, and I wouldn't have my mouth on a glass."
His words hit their target. Natasha's eyes instantly darkened, and he could practically smell her arousal, as heightened and powerful as his own. For just a moment, it looked as if Natasha genuinely considered sitting herself on top of the counter and seeing just how serious Steve was being.
Then, she straightened, her expression becoming one of steel. "If you'd excuse me, Captain, I think I'm going to go back to my room, freshen up a little bit." She eased her way around the side of the counter, making sure that she brushed past him. As she walked away, she swayed her hips with the confidence of someone who knew their ass was worth watching, and Steve's eyes followed the movement.
Then, he grabbed whatever drink she had been preparing and headed back to where Sam and the others were. A few minutes passed, and he tried to dive into conversation with them, but his mind was definitely elsewhere. Elsewhere being three floors below, wearing a tight black dress that he just wanted to rip to shreds.
Pretending to suddenly see a long lost acquaintance, Steve excused himself from the party.
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She pounced, as soon as her eyes landed on him, when the elevator doors pinged open. She grabbed his arm and pulled him in, shoving him against the door, slamming it shut. Her lips were against his before he could even speak.
Too long, it had been too long since she'd touched him, kissed him, been with him.
Steve had no complaints, his hands moving from her hips to roam over her rear, giving that a squeeze and pulling her even closer to him, so she could feel everything.
"Someone's excited," She commented against his lips as her hands worked quickly on the buttons of his shirt, almost ripping the material clean off him with impatience. She would have done, too, if it had not been for that party upstairs.
"You wear a dress like that and expect anything less from me?" He asked, fingers on the zipper behind her, slowly pulling it down. "God, Nat, you're going to be the death of me."
"Well," She said, shrugging the dress off her shoulders so it pooled at her feet, leaving her standing before him in just lacy black panties and matching bra. "Before you drop dead on me, lover boy, I need you."
He growled into her mouth, before lavishing her neck with sucking kisses. He bit her skin, soothing the area instantly with his tongue, and causing her to moan so deliciously that he almost burst there and then.
Within seconds, he'd disposed of her bra, chucking it somewhere into the dark room behind them. His hands were on her instantly, caressing and squeezing, and his lips followed suit, mapping her body, relishing in the taste of her skin.
"I want you so bad, Nat." He told her softly, as he moved to her belly, leaving a kiss every time he inched further downwards. "I always want you."
"I'm yours," She urged him, arching her back, causing her hips to move even closer to his face. He grasped her hips, steadying her, as he then did something that was almost her undoing. He removed her panties, with his teeth.
Shuddering from the pleasure, Natasha lifted one leg slightly, allowing the soft material to run down her thighs before dropping from her knees, joining her dress on the floor.
"Play later," She whispered, her fingers gripping into his hair and lifting his head, his mouth, up from where it had gone, just at the apex of her thighs.
He groaned slightly in protest, but stood up, capturing her mouth once again as he worked on getting rid of his belt. She helped, shoving his pants and boxers down swiftly.
As their tongues battled, he lifted her up, her legs coming to wrap round his hips as he carried her to the bed. He practically threw her down, causing her breasts to bounce at the impact, before he crawled up her body and lined himself up.
"Oh, God, Nat," He choked out once he felt just how ready she was for him.
She spread her legs even further in invitation. "Give me everything, Steve." It wouldn't be long till both their absences were missing from the party, and she wasn't about to risk someone knocking on the door, looking for her, and ruining this moment. Not when her entire body ached for him, yearned for him. Needed him.
He entered her in one swift motion of his hips, and she clutched at his back, kissing him so passionately that the feeling almost consumed her. His rhythm was fast and deep, hitting all the right places. Although they had made love countless times, there had always been times where they allowed their desire to overpower them, letting them release everything they felt.
This was one of those times.
With every rise of his hips, he almost left her, only to slam back into the hilt, causing her to moan loudly. Any noise they made would hopefully be drowned out by the roaring party above them, and she was in no mood to try to be quiet. She wanted him to hear exactly how good he was making her feel, because she loved hearing the sounds that were currently falling his mouth as well.
He kissed her urgently as he pushed her further against the mattress, his hips jotting against hers. Her hands glided across his powerful back, feeling the tensing muscles, and they coasted down to his, fine, firm ass. There was no inch of this man that wasn't sexy.
She lifted a knee, the new angle causing him to hit deeper inside her, and they both groaned in unbridled passion at the sensation.
"Fuck, Steve!" She managed to get out, her hands urging his hips fasting. "Harder, baby. Please."
He'd never be able to refuse her anything.
Suddenly, she clenched around him, causing him to roar into her ear, his head falling to her shoulder. Seconds later, she released around him, and he followed close behind. His pace slowed, but didn't stop, as he carried them both through their orgasms. Only when they both experienced their last pleasurable wave, did he remove himself from her and flop down at her side.
Both of them lay panting, covered in a thin layer of sweat.
"That was amazing," Steve gasped out. "You are amazing."
She rolled over to face him, crawling over him and straddling his body. "Do you think we'll be missed, up there?" She asked, her finger tracing invisible lines across his chest, itching lower.
He caught that teasing hand in his own. "I'm surprised no one's coming searching for us already."
"Hmm," She leaned down, kissing where her finger had just been. The sudden movement caused her to press against him more, and she could feel him start to stir against him already. "Such a shame,"
But, just as he hardened again, she stepped off him.
"But-" He sat up, mouth gaping.
She smiled, knowing exactly what she had done. "We agreed to keep this private." She reminded him, as she crossed the room to pick up her discarded bra. "That means, no getting caught."
He could only watch as she slipped back into her dress, and she didn't help his current situation when she chucked her black panties directly at his face.
"Natasha," He choked out. How was he supposed to concentrate all night, with her so close, knowing that under that dress, she was bare?
"I'll see you up there, Captain." She teased, slipping out of the room and leaving him staring after her, an amused grin on his face even though his entire body now felt on fire.
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So, I'm not just saying this because I'm so in love with Romanogers, but I never liked how they made Natasha and Bruce have a 'thing' in Age of Ultron. It made no sense, and just felt as if it was shoved in there for the hell of it. I don't personally find them compatible, but I do want to write about their friendship, because I feel like Natasha really just wanted to help Bruce see past the monster that he fears himself as, because that's how Steve helped her. Everyone deserves a friend like that.
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