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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Although she was glad that she had managed to talk Banner into fighting, despite him insisting he was more of a risk than a help, Natasha was suddenly regretting her choice of transport.
As she clung to the Hulk's back as he propelled them up towards the floating city, she knew that if she had eaten anything in the last twelve hours, she would have thrown up.
Still, it got her where she needed to be, and she shouted a rushed thanks to Banner before she headed straight to the heart of the city, where the most noise was coming from.
An arrow cut in front of her, hitting the centre of a robot's chest. She looked in the direction that it had come from, to find her friend grinning down at her.
"It's about time you showed up." Clint said, knocking another arrow into place.
Natasha made a face at him. "Where is everyone?" Where is Steve?
Clint shot the arrow, and then chucked something straight at her. She caught the electric batons with ease. "Everywhere," He responded. "Everyone's a little too busy to be keeping tabs, Tasha."
Shooting him a vulgar gesture, Natasha threw herself at two robots, striking one with the baton while she kicked the other one in the head, pinning it to the ground before electrifying it. Clint chucked over two electric glocks, which she strapped to her belt. She ran from street to street, tackling any robot that so much as looked at her, and leaving them broken behind her. The sound of that metal shield flying through the air nearby was music to her ears.
Steve was fighting at the edge of a collapsed bridge, swiftly dismantling one robot before another one made its way for him. Jumping onto the roof of a contorted car, Natasha landed on the robot's shoulders, digging the batons deep into its shoulder blades.
Her knees hit the hard tarmac as the metal body crumbled beneath her, but the grin she shot up at her boyfriend was radianting. "You didn't think I'd let you have all the fun, did you?" She asked sweetly, battering her eyelashes for effect.
It wasn't with words that Steve responded with, though. He grabbed her arm, pulling her against the hardness of his chest, his lips crashing against hers before she could so much as squeal at his urgency. She melted into him, the noise of battle fading into the background as blood roared in her ears and her heart burst in her chest. If it wasn't for the batons that she clutched in her hands, she would have wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
When they broke apart, breathing heavily, Natasha smirked. "I guess I should let psychotic robots kidnap me more often, if that's going to be the greeting I get." She joked, sucking her tingling bottom lip into her mouth and tasting him.
"Don't joke about that." His voice was ragged with relief, and an underlying anger directed straight at the one who had taken her. "I'll kill him."
"Get in line, soldier." Nat said, shoving him away from her just before a robot crashed into the two of them. She twisted in the air, landing on her feet. She struck at the robot, and then Steve brought the shield down, slicing the metal frame in half.
Fighting alongside him, Natasha's strength returned in full force. She blocked and moved with such familiar ease that she hadn't experienced in a long time. The heat of battle always felt familiar to her, the rush of adrenaline and the power that surged through her veins as she defeated her enemies.
One particular move that had them both grinning was Natasha using the shield to propel herself upwards, striking a hovering robot and ripping it's head clean from it's shoulders. They had done the same move in New York, and perhaps, that was when Steve had first started to fall for the hot-tempered spy. It was all he could do to resist the urge to take her in his arms and kiss her again.
Rising to her feet, panting and sweating, Natasha met his gaze and understood exactly what he was feeling. The same urge was bumping through her veins, threatening to take over. Only years of professionalism prevented her from jumping at him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and kissing him senseless.
Then, she was knocked backwards, the batons flying from her hands. Her back collided against a truck, and she groaned, more out of annoyance rather than pain. Still, it had hurt, a little bit.
"Nat!" Steve shouted, and a second later, the shield was flying through the air, straight at her. It embedded herself into the side of the truck.
Grinning, she yanked it out, and used it against the robot that now faced her. Although it wasn't a weapon she'd ever used before, it felt like an extension of her body, like it was part of her. It blocked any attempted attack from the robot, and when she dropped down and swung out with her legs, the suit hit the pavement and she brought the shield down, hard.
Steve was at her side in a heartbeat, and kissing her as if his life depended on it. "God, you're so hot." He commented breathlessly against her lips.
Remembering the current situation around them, Natasha reluctantly pulled away from him once again. "You should let me borrow this more often, Captain." She said to him, but she returned the shield to its rightful owner. "It's more fun than it looks."
Then, they were surrounded by several robots, and their flirtatious comments were put to the side. Before either of them could even think to move, a red mist appeared, grabbing the robots and crushing them effortlessly. When the last of the metal bodies slammed into the ground, the mist faded, revealing an all to familiar face which had Natasha snarling instantly.
"You!" She growled, aiming her glock directly at the witch.
"Nat, don't." Steve moved in between them, his arm out, in warning to Wanda to keep behind him. Natasha shot him an outraged look. "She's with us."
Betrayal shone on her eyes, raging like a flame. She hadn't forgiven Wanda for what she had endured on that cargo ship, for repaying those haunting memories back in her mind, making them feel as fresh as if they had happened only yesterday. Did Wanda know? Had she seen for herself what Natasha had spent so long burying away, into the darkest, deepest parts of her memory?
Natasha took a step back, away from them, away from him. "Have you forgotten what-"
"I haven't." Steve's voice was firm, unwavering. "Ultron took advantage of them both, convinced them that we were the monsters. Please, Nat, trust me enough to see that this was a decision that I would not have made if I wasn't sure."
This was just like Steve, to try to find even a shred of goodness in someone. Just like he did with you. Natasha flinched, her jaw setting so tense that her teeth ached from the strain. But, as she looked into those deep blue eyes that belonged to the man she loved so much, she reminded herself that his faith in people was one of the things she adored most about him. She nodded to him, turning to fix the girl with a cold glare that would make even Thor shake in his boots. "Just, stay away from me."
For a moment, she actually thought she saw a flash of hurt in the other woman's dark eyes.
"Nat-" Steve pleaded, but she ignored him as she walked in the direction of shouting. There were bigger things to worry about right now, and-.
Something deep red snagged her attention, causing her to spin round, her eyes darting from Wanda to her boyfriend accusingly. "Is that my jacket?"
There was a touch of amusement lighting Steve's eyes as he treated himself, "She's with us." As if that was enough justification for it. Bristling, she tried to count to ten in her head. Her energy had much more important uses than having a row with Steve right in the centre of Sokovia, with flying suits trying to kill them at every minute.
"Still doesn't explain the jacket," Natasha grumbled under her breath, loud enough to be heard.
Steve and Wanda shared a glance that had her wincing, before the girl dipped her head. Silently, she flew up into the air, powered up by the red mist, before disappearing down the street. Natasha was relieved that she hadn't shuddered at the sight of those red fibres once again. With a huff, she turned on her heels and stormed off.
As if summoned by her conflicting feelings, Clint was by her side, somewhat out of breath. At her incredulous look, he justified, "You try keeping up with that kid. He's too quick for his own good."
"You could have mentioned they were here." She grumbled, as they stood back to back, fighting off any approaching threat like a well-practised dance performance. A little part of her relished in the familiarity of it, but it was drowned out by the fact that her boyfriend had just stood against her. "The twins,"
Clint sighed. "Look, I understand why you are angry, but they're good, Nat. They mean well, and they've chosen to fight at our sides, or die trying. That has to count for something."
She rolled her eyes, but glanced back in the direction in which she had come. Once all this was over, she'd speak with her boyfriend. However annoyed she was, she did realise that a floating city and the fate of the world took priority over the fact she wanted to throttle Steve Rogers.
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Natasha hissed as the disinfectant-coated cloth covered her wound, stinging so much that it caused her to swear colourfully. As always, she had refused any medical help, as her cuts and scrapes weren't bad enough to deserve attention. Besides, her serum, although being the lesser version, would soon have those minor details healed over.
She had retreated into one of the base's many empty locker rooms as soon as they had landed. Fury's arrival in Sokovia couldn't have been more perfectly timed, but dealing with Ultron had been messy.
As she patted the cloth down onto her shoulder, her ears picked up movement behind her. She didn't have to look up to know exactly who was watching her from the doorway, probably stood with his arms folded over his chest and a concerned look on that god-like face of his.
"What do you want, Steve?" Her words came out strained and exhausted.
He made no move to approach her. "Well, I want a lot of things. A holiday, for one. Somewhere sunny." She rolled her eyes. "I'm also one of those foolish people who believes that there could be a world one day with no war, with no threats from both inside and outside this atmosphere. But, what I want most, is for my girlfriend to forgive me."
Sighing, she removed the cloth, placing it in her lap as she shifted on the bench to face him. Sure enough, his face was saddened with concern, his eyes instantly finding hers.
"I'm not mad at you, Steve." She told him, and at the look she gave her, she amended, "I'm not mad at you, anymore. Was I hurt when you defended her against me? Yes. But, then, I saw what she did for us all, how she fought even after the death of the person she loved most." Natasha swallowed, looking down. "I know what it's like to be alone in the world. To be convinced that what you are doing is the right thing to do, because it is the only option that you are allowed to see. You saw something in them, and you gave them what they both needed most; faith, someone that believed in them. Like you did with me." Her hands clenched into fists. "I'm sorry that I let my own emotions get in the way."
Quietly, Steve moved to kneel in front of her, his fingers gently lifting her face up. "You are entitled to feel however you wish." He reminded her. Nothing but love and patience shone in those blue eyes of his, and she instantly felt worse for acting they way she had.
"It was hard to even look at her." Natasha admitted. Months ago, speaking her feelings had been far too daunting. But, she had learnt over time that when she told Steve exactly how she was feeling, it was so much better than harbouring it inside her. They leaned on each other and shared their strength together. "I...everything that I saw was true. It wasn't like your vision. It wasn't a lie, or a con, or a fake reality. What she made me see...they were my own actions. My own past played in front of me once again. I've done terrible things, Steve, and I know that the reason I hated her when I saw her on that field was because she was a reminder of the person that I've tried so hard to forget."
Her lower lip trembled, so she bit it to try to steady it. It had little affect, but the pressure from her teeth gave her a physical feeling, rather than the emotional pain that was swelling in her chest. It felt as if her lungs were being crushed, sucking the air out of her.
"Our past is in the past." Steve told her softly. "You are my future, Natasha, and I will never hate any part of you. I'm sorry, that you had to see it all again. Wanda is sorry too."
Hearing her name come from his lips with such softness and formilarity made Natasha stiffen slightly.
Seeing this, Steve stroked her cheek with his thumb and said, "You've shared more with me than I ever thought you would. I know those memories will haunt you for the rest of your life. But, Natasha, that's what makes you human. The fact you remember them, and feel such overwhelming sadness and guilt over what those people made you do. The Red Room is gone. You've avenged what those monsters have done. I didn't know you back then, but I know the woman who is sitting in front of me now. The woman who keeps everyone else on this team together, who puts the needs of others first without caring about how it affects her. You are so strong, Natasha, but I hope you know that it's okay to feel this way."
Slowly, she took a deep breath, and that pressure in her chest started to subside as she looked at him. "I love you."
Steve leaned forward and kissed her, a little too softly for her liking, but she knew it was because he was being cautious of her scrapes. Natasha, on the other hand, had no such reserve. She weaved her fingers into his hair and tugged him even closer, kissing him deeply. Every inch of her belonged to him, and she conveyed that through her kiss.
Reading that, Steve returned the kiss with equal passion and meaning, his hands stroking down her neck, down her arms, before encircling her slender waist. When they were both apart, both breathless, he didn't let go of her.
"I love you, so much." He said, his eyes glowing with devotion. "What do you want me to do, sweetheart?" Do you want me to leave?
She swallowed. "Hold me?" She requested, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "Please,"
Steve eased himself up so he sat at her side. His strong arms effortlessly moved her so she was sitting on his lap, cradled against his chest. "Always, Nat." He promised, stroking her hair, down her spine and then back up again.
After taking another deep breath, Natasha leaned further into him and told him what Wanda had shown her. She told him everything, all over again, because opening the wound up was the only way to start healing it.
And, whilst she talked and opened her heart once again, Steve held her whilst she cried.
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Clint was waiting for her, facing out through the glass wall of the base, staring out blankly. As Natasha stepped next to him, she rested her hand on his shoulder. "You're leaving." She'd already assumed as much. Clint had been badly shaken after Ultron's demise, and she knew it was because of Pietro's sacrifice.
"He gave his life for mine." Clint confirmed. "I can't throw that away, Nat."
He needed to be with his family. Laura. Cooper. Lila. Baby Nathaniel. "I understand." She whispered.
"This life...it's too much." His head ducked. "I couldn't sleep last night. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw him. I saw all those wounds, the blood oozing out of his body. He was just a kid. Wanda's cries will be with me for a very long time. I was always told that if I let the job get to me, it was time. It's time, Tasha."
"You are one of the bravest men I know." She said, squeezing his shoulder, wanting to share his grief, to help ease the burden off him so he didn't have to bear it alone. "You owe the world nothing, Clint Barton."
"What will you do next?" He asked, turning to face her.
She glanced around her. "Well, Fury has plans. A new Avengers team." Since Banner had disappeared on the quinjet without a goodbye. Across the field, she looked just in time to see Thor vanish into that tunnel of bright colours as he always did whenever he journeyed home. As the light vanished, Tony and Steve remained, looking deep in conversation about something.
"He's good for you, Nat."
She jumped, having not realised she'd been too distracted watching her boyfriend. Steve's body was more relaxed now, there was a genuine smile on his face as he chatted with the billionaire genius, and the sight of him soothed her greatly.
When she looked up at her old friend, Clint was smiling at her. "You're not so good at hiding things for me as you think, kid."
Perhaps, she could have played the clueless card, acting as if Clint had lost his mind and was just making assumptions. But, a bigger part of her wanted to share this with her friend, especially when she didn't know when she'd next see him.
"I know." She said quietly, a blush tingling her cheeks as she looked back to where Steve was now walking back towards the base, Tony had headed off to his car by now.
"Well, I'm happy for you." Clint told her, and opened his arms out. She stepped into his embrace, hugging him tightly. "You know where to find me. You and Steve are always welcome. I know a certain princess would be delighted to see you."
Natasha smiled at the thought. "As soon as Baby Nathaniel makes his big entrance, we'll be there." She promised.
Footsteps sounded from the stairway, and Steve appeared. There was no hint of annoyance or jealousy in his eyes as he saw the two of them embracing so closely, just a softness that showed he understood that they needed each other.
Clint squeezed her tightly before letting her go. "Well, I'll see you both around." He said, kissing her forehead before heading over to shake hands with Steve. "Look after each other,"
Steve's expression was one of confusion, so much so that Natasha giggled. Clint winked at her over his shoulder before disappearing down the stairs, leaving the two of them together.
A heartbeat later, her boyfriend approached her. "He knows?" He guessed.
She smiled broadly. "I think he's always known." She said, wishing that they were anywhere else but a base crawling with SHIELD agents, especially with Nick Fury and Hill somewhere nearby.
He returned her smile, and his hand raised to lightly touch her hair, twirling a strand of fiery red around one finger. Even when voices echoed down from the corridor, he didn't rush to lower his hand, the back of his gently brushing against her cheek. "What do you say then, agent, ready to go to work?"
She rolled her eyes. "I thought you and Tony were two busy gazing into each other's eyes?" She teased, and then held her hand out. "How do we look?"
Steve scoffed at her comment, passing her the ipad that was in his other hand. "Well, we're not the '27 Yankees," He said, knowing that she wouldn't even pretend to understand that comparison.
Thoughtfully, she scanned the data on the screen in front of her. "We've got some hitters."
"They're good." He agreed, as they headed for the double doors at the side of the balcony. "But, they're not a team."
Glancing up at him, she grinned as both of them remembered their first meeting with the rest of their teammates. "Let's beat them into shape."
Swinging open the doors, he revealed Rhodey, Vision, Sam and Wanda, all waiting for them in the large airspace, carefully watching as Captain America entered the room with the Black Widow at his side. The next team of Avengers looked up at them expectantly.
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Nat stretched on the bed, enjoying the feeling of the soft sheets beneath her partially covered skin. The silk of the negligee she had put on whilst alone was even nicer against her body. In the adjoining bathroom, she could hear the sound of the shower running still.
It had been a long afternoon, spent discussing the newest Avengers's strengths and weaknesses, planning on how they could shape them into a team. Although there was no sarcastic Stark or impulse Thor amongst them, it was clear from the start that this was going to take time.
Her head had been spinning for some time now. Even as Tony had shown them round the Facility and to where their own living quarters would be, Natasha hadn't been able to pay much attention. One thing was clear, though; she didn't intend on spending every night in a bed where Steve Rogers was not occupying it.
The bathroom door opened, and as steam powered out, Natasha was treated to the sight of her boyfriend's naked torso. She raised herself up onto her belows to have a better look, a dangerous smile appearing on her face.
"I don't know why you bother with the towel." She commented breezily. "I've seen it all before."
Steve raised an eyebrow, still surprised by just how forward she could be when she wanted something, how comfortable she was around him. But, then he chuckled. "I thought you might be too tired."
"I'm insulted." She said, getting up so she could crawl to the end of the bed, where he was standing waiting for her. Her hands glided over his shoulders, where his skin was still slightly wet. She trailed them slowly down his arms, feeling every single coiled muscle underneath. "I'm never too tired, Rogers." Her hands slowly undid the towel that was hiding him from her, and she let it drop to the floor at his feet.
Once so shy about this sort of thing, Steve radiated nothing but confidence and comfort in front of her, even as her eyes took in every last inch of him. He brought her chin up so he could kiss her, his tongue brushing against her lips almost instantly.
"I want you, Natasha." He whispered against her mouth, as she rose up on her knees.
"That much is obvious." To show the accuracy of her comment, her hand grabbed him, firm and pulsing against her palm. Steve hissed as her warm touch surrounded him, stroking him slowly, causing his body to tremble.
"Minx," He kissed her again. "I want to take this slow tonight, Natasha. I want to enjoy every second, to draw it out as long as possible. I want to hear my name fall from those sweet lips of yours while I make you come again, and again, and again."
She shivered at the promise behind his words. "You want to make love to me, Steve?"
"Yes." He confirmed, slowly pushing her back so she lay amongst the white sheets, with his body crawling over her, keeping only a few inches of space between them. "I want to worship you. I want to kiss every inch of your skin, to feel you under my mouth and around me, to bring you all the pleasure you deserve."
Her smiled against his lips at the promise behind his words. "Well, then, you better get to it, soldier."
His lips consumed hers once again, hot but slow, taking their time to part hers so his tongue could sink into the warm cavern on her mouth. Natasha hummed against him, her fingers entangling in his hair to pull his face even closer to hers, if that was even possible.
"As much as I love this," Steve said, still stood at the edge of the bed, his fingers playing with the bottom of her negligee. "It needs to go."
Her hands gently swatted his away, and when he looked at her with a raised eyebrow, she quickly explained, "It's one of my favourites. I don't want you ripping it to pieces, Rogers."
Any protest he was about to make died in his throat the second she pulled the soft silk material over her head and knelt before him, completely naked. Under his gaze, she didn't feel self-conscious or awkward. In all honestly, she knew her body was nice to look at; years of training certainly paid of. But, before Steve, her body had been the only thing that men had wanted, or cared about. With Steve, it was completely different. Although he was definitely attracted to her physically, he loved her soul and her heart just as much, perhaps even more.
"You're so beautiful, Natasha." He told her, his words deep and loving, as if he could see exactly where her mind had gone. He leaned down and cupped her face, and this time, when her back hit the bed once again, Steve's body was above her, almost fully resting against her. He kissed her senseless, and she relished in the feeling of his skin against hers, covering every inch.
Her back arched as his lips met her neck, greedily sucking. She knew he was purposefully leaving his mark on her skin, but she didn't mind at all, although she was thankful that he made a conscious effort to keep them low enough that her suit and training gear would hide them.
"It's just us." He whispered against her skin, his teeth coming out to graze down the column of her throat. "Just me and you." She gasped as he bit the junction of her neck and shoulder, but not out of pain. Quite the opposite in fact.
The feeling of his teeth sinking against her just lightly was enough to make her whole body burn for him, and if she wasn't already so ready for him that her panties are soaked, they definitely were now. Her moan of pleasure was enough confirmation to him that she'd thoroughly enjoyed the biting, and she knew he would have made a mental note of that, so he could do it again soon.
She remembered the desperate relief behind his kiss on the battlefield, as the city continued to float higher and higher. Within that kiss, everything had faded into the background. She'd only been aware of Steve. Now, his kisses had the same affect, drowning out the rest of the world so it faded with unimportance, leaving just the two of them.
"I want you inside me, Steve." She told him in a hushed whisper, her voice trembling with her thick desire that continued to mount with every little suck and nip that he left to her neck. "I need you. Please."
"What have I told you before?" He asked, but there was amusement in his voice, a chuckle finishing his sentence as his tongue traced over the ridge of her collarbone. "You never have to beg, Natasha. But, I told you I intended on taking my time." His nose ran underneath one of her breasts, before his tongue circled her taunt nipple. "This is me taking my time."
"I hate you." She whispered, her nails scratching down to his shoulders, feeling the coiled muscles beneath her touch. She definitely did not hate him, in fact, what she felt for him burned more strongly than any emotion in the entire world. His smirk against her breast told her that he understood exactly what she was feeling, because he felt the same way.
"No, you don't." He called her bluff, just as he sucked her nipple into his mouth harshly, causing another moan to be ripped from her. His tongue swirled and circled, before he paid the other breast equal attention. His mouth then trailed a slow, delicate path of kisses down her flat stomach, right to where she was yearning for him most. "Hmm, see?" One of his fingers swiped from the bottom of her clit, all the way up, coating the digit in her juices. "You don't hate me."
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she watched him lick that damn finger clean. He did it slowly, making a show of it, knowing she was watching her every mouth. "I will still hit you, Steve, if you continue to tease me like this."
"You like how I tease you." He said, as his mouth grazed over the softness of her inner thigh. Again, his moves were slow, tortuously slow, and she realised he had been deadly serious about taking his time. If she wasn't so incredibly turned on, she'd be annoyed at him for testing her patience like this. "You like it when I make you wait, because you know it will be worth it." His teeth nipped at her, so close to the area that he was purposefully ignoring.
When she shifted her foot up so it pressed against his back in an attempt to shove him down and therefore manoeuvre his mouth closer, higher than were it currently was, he chuckled and pulled back. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Why so impatient, Natasha?" As much as she enjoyed his nicknames for her - sweetheart, Nat, doll, etc - there was something about hearing her name roll off his mouth like this, every symbol dripping with desire, that did things to her that she couldn't explain.
She used to have the patience of a saint. In her earlier years at SHIELD, Fury constantly praised her ability to wait, especially on state-outs and more challenging missions. No matter how long the missions lasted, whether it was merely days or months, she never rushed them. But, that golden patience never existed whenever Steve Rogers was concerned. He was her greatest strength in so many years, but also her worst weakness.
Her response to Steve's question was a low growl, right from the back of her next, which he successfully turned into a moan when his mouth finally touched her. For someone who had only been with one person their entire life, Steve was incredibly talented with his tongue, and if she wasn't so consumed by her need and desire for him, Natasha would allow herself to feel a bit smug that no one in the entire world would ever find that out, apart from her.
Steve's hands clamped around her waist, drawing her closer to him, his nose brushing against her sensitive nub. His tongue thrusted in and out, moving and driving her closer to the edge that it seemed impossible that anyone could be that good. What was even more astonishing to her was that Steve really seemed to enjoy this.
His name left her lips in another low moan, as her fingers scratched his hair and kept his head exactly where it was. She was already a writhing mess because of him, and they had only just started. Knowing that he was on the same page as her, Natasha was sure that this was going to be a long, memorable night. No longer feeling drained from the recent events, Natasha couldn't wait.
As her first organism hit her, Natasha's back arched as Steve continued to lap away, cleaning up her juices without complaint. He kissed the inside of her thigh before he looked up at her, and the sight of his dimpled smile appearing between her legs did unspeakable things to her.
Eyes burning, Steve crawled up her body and kissed her. She tasted herself on his tongue, and it made her lips tingle. With a coy smile, she wrapped her legs around him and flipped them over so she was straddling his naked waist. She could feel just how much he wanted her, it was pulsing against her thigh and almost jabbing her in the stomach. Once again, she was surprised that he could even fit inside her. Enhanced indeed.
"Would you like me to repay the favour?" She asked, even though she didn't wait for his answer. Although it probably only supported his claim that she had no patience, Natasha's mouth was on him before a single word could fall from his lips.
Steve's entire body froze the second his length was surrounded by her mouth, and Natasha looked up to see the most breath-taking sight. His head was thrown back, the veins of his throat standing on edge, as his chest heaved and his fists clenched into the sheets below them. Her name was coming out of him in pants, and it was one of the best sounds she had ever heard. If only she could capture this moment.
Such thoughts were wiped from her brain as she concentrated on bringing him just as much pleasure as his mouth had just brought her. She'd never liked doing this sort of thing before. It had always been forced, something she did simply because she felt she had to. With Steve, she wanted to do this for him. She enjoyed it, just as much as he enjoyed bringing her to her organisms using his tongue. It was another thing to add onto her ever-growing list of why this man was the most incredible person she'd ever met.
"Nat, oh God, I'm going to-" He choked on his words, eyes scrunched shut and the muscle in his cheek jumping as his jaw clenched. She knew it was his way of warning her, so she didn't feel as if she didn't have to do what she was about to. It warmed her heart to know he cared so much about her, but she didn't remove her mouth as his organism found him. Instead, she swallowed every last drop and gave him a long swipe with her tongue from base to tip before kneeling back and looking up at him.
Flushed, Steve's cheeks were slightly pinked as he met her gaze. "You are incredible." He said, as she made her way up his body with slow, delicately placed kisses. "Nat, I need to be inside you now." There was no shyness to his words, but there was also no demand either. Natasha knew that if she pushed him away and said she'd changed her mind, that Steve would let her go to sleep and not bother her, no matter how much he desired her. Not, that was, that she was about to do that. No chance.
When she reached his mouth, she gave him a kiss that left both of them gasping for oxygen when they finally pulled apart. "Make love to me, Steve." She whispered.
Without another word, Steve rolled them both over so he was once again on top. He sank into her slowly, enjoying every second as he moved in and out, going deeper with each thrust. Natasha found his lips, stifling her moan as her tongue battled his for control. Her hands dropped to his waist, pulling him even closer so he hit that sweet spot. Steve growled as he continued to pull out and plunge back in, so much so that she truly felt like her whole body was about to explode.
Each movement of his hips seemed so perfect, designed to drive her closer and closer to the edge. Her nails dug into his skin as she continued to drive him against her. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, while the hand he wasn't using to hold himself up with cupped her face, his thumb caressing her skin so lovingly that she feared she'd melt right there and then. Even after whispering such heated things to her, he was still so loving.
She blamed him for how fast her next organism found her. She blamed him for his earlier teasing, and for just how good in bed he was. Her whole body shook as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through her, and soon enough, Steve spilled inside her. He thrusted in and out three more times, each movement slightly sloppier than the last, before he rested his forehead against hers.
"I hope you're not finished already." She commented. When he gave her a questioning look, she kissed him, knowing that he wanted to make sure she was really ready for another round. He wasn't the only one with advanced stamina. "Please, baby."
He was already growing hard again inside her, having not left her. This time, as his thrusts started, slightly slower than the last time, she hissed at just how sensitive she was. As she clamped around him tightly, Steve's teeth grazed over her shoulder before he sucked at her pulse point. His lips found hers eventually, and it seemed as if he was communicating a thousand different ways of saying he loved her in that kiss.
Hours later, when they were both finally sated and lay tangled together with the thin sheet being the only barrier between their naked bodies, Steve kissed her temple and said softly, "I have something for you."
Unable to resist, she raised an eyebrow as she lay on her side, with him curled around her as the big spoon. "Was all the other stuff not enough?"
He squeezed her waist affectionately before he moved out of the bed. Feeling much colder without his body pressed against hers, Natasha sat up, not bothering to cover her exposed chest with the blanket that pooled around her. She watched as Steve grabbed something from the chest of drawers, and turned to look down at her.
"You don't have to keep them." He explained, and before she could ask why he sounded so suddenly nervous, her eyes caught the metal gleam of what he was holding in his hands. "I just...they're special to me, and so are you, and I want you to have them."
He loosened his fingers, allowing the dogtags to hang from his hand by the metal chain, and her eyes widened. She knew exactly what those pieces of metal meant to him, and she felt as if he'd just wiped a cloth from underneath her. "Are you sure, Steve?" She asked, eyes flickering back to his face.
But, his features were soft and confident, and there was a glow to his blue eyes that she adored. "I'm sure, Natasha."
Carefully, she took the dogtags from him, feeling the cold metal against her hand. She stroked over them with her thumb, and when she looked up, there were tears in her eyes.
"Oh, sweetheart," He sat down at the edge of the bed, his hand resting where her legs were tucked in front of her. "I didn't mean to make you cry."
"Of course this would make me cry." She said, but she chuckled, and his heart lightened considerably. "Steve, this is...I'm honoured that you'd give them to me."
He smiled then. "I want you to have them. So, wherever we are in the world, you always have a piece of me with you."
Gazing back down at the dogtags, she felt overwhelmed in the best of ways. "Will you help me put them on?" She requested, shuffling round so her bare back was facing him.
He kissed her shoulders as he took the dogtags from her, and then she felt them against her chest, sitting perfectly between her breasts. Steve did the clasp up, and kissed the back of her neck before lowering her hair back down. When she turned to face him again, his smile broadened so that adorable dimple appeared.
"I love you." She told him, leaning across to cup his face in her hands. "I love you so much."
As always, his eyes glistened when he heard those words from her. "I love you too, sweetheart. I'm yours, forever." He promised, and kissed her so sweetly that her heart felt ready to burst from her chest.
Setting back in their former position, Natasha felt the small weight of the metal plates against her skin as Steve's arm circled her waist and held her against his strong chest. Just as she started to drift back to sleep, her smile did not falter as the same word repeated in her mind, lulling her into a peaceful dream.
Forever.
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So, this chapter means the end of the Age of Ultron section of this story. The next chapter or two will be about the gap in time between Age of Ultron and Civil War. It won't be a massively long, but I may do a spin off story about them building the new Avengers team up, once this story is complete.
It's also partly because I'm so impatient to start writing Civil War!
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