The two slept peacefully, cuddling closely with their arms wrapped around each other, when a rapid knock and the opening of the door woke them.
"Hey Cap, I…. I..." Scott said seeing the two of them in bed together, "Never mind." He said, sounding embarrassed closing the door. With a sigh, Natasha placing her chin on Steve's chest looking up at him and while he peers down, staring into her green eyes.
"I guess we should get up." He whispers
"I guess so, before the cat calls start. Clint would be leading the charge." Natasha scoffing keeping their tones quiet.
"You know, it's not in good manner to talk about other men in bed." Steve joking, Natasha shocked by his comment. She slowly removing herself from her dreamland prince, sitting on the edge of the bed. Steve placing his hand on her back, "thank you" Steve said whispering. Natasha nodding, gracefully stepping towards the door, taking an over the shoulder glance at the man sitting up in bed, watching her.
Natasha walking into the common area, Clint, Sam and Scott, all sitting around, eating breakfast with amused looks on their faces and stupid cheesy grins, that none of them could find.
"Natasha, Scott was wondering if he could use your phone to call his daughter?" Sam asked. That being the reason Scott interrupted her cuddle session. As Steve walking, out of the room, with her cell phone in hand. Natasha shrugging giving her non-verbal, yes, while she made herself a cup of coffee. Scott taking the phone Steve, as he scampered into another room.
"Morning Steve." Sam greeted him.
"Did you get some good rest?" Clint said, trying to poke fun at Natasha. If looks could kill, Clint would be dead on the floor, from the glare that Natasha was giving him.
"я сохранил ваши кошмары прочь, govnyuk." Natasha said, knowing that Clint would understand what she was saying and that she called him a shithead, as well. It had been several times that Clint and Natasha both had to stand guard for each other after a rough mission or when their demons try to claw their way out of the darkness. Clint taking the hint dropping any other comments he had. Sam on the other hand couldn't remove his stupid cheesy grin, he might as well had given 'Captain America' a high five. But Natasha instead of being embarrassed she, took the cheesy grins and the comments as it being their teammates way of giving their approval if they were anything more than friends. She setting a cup of coffee in front of Steve, while sitting opposite him, and seeing that all-American-boy-side-smile-grace across his face.
Natasha took an extra-long walk after visiting with Wanda, who looks ten-times better, then the day prior. Wanda will be released and joining them later in the apartment, if she is well enough. She then found herself coming across the research lab, where the cytogenetic James "Bucky" Barns was sleeping. In his frozen state, she could look at him and see that nothing had changed about his features. He looked the same as when he was training her in the Red Room. She remembers how handsome he was, how he was her first love, and how this person is such a big part of her life and Steve's, but in dramatically different ways. In so many ways, Bucky taught her how to stay alive and to keep pushing until the other person is done. But then Clint came into her life, changing her and her life completely.
"Whatca doing?" Clint said walking up behind her. Clint always knew to make a small clicking noise before walking up behind her, the first few times he startled her, he ended up on the ground.
"Nothing… Just lost in thought." She responded as they turned walking without any direction.
"So, is Steve doing okay?" Clint asked
"Yeah, he just has a lot on his mind. Given time, he will get there." She answered.
"Good. Now, how are you doing?" Clint, being the over-protected brother he always played.
"Fine." She said, raising an eyebrow at his question.
"I know it has been a long time for you, like what almost 4 years, since you got it in. Yes, I know you hooked up with that blind guy from Hell's Kitchen, but Nat it has been over 70 years since Steve has probably been that close to anything you are offering. Just go easy on the guy." Clint teased.
"Clint, we're NOT having sex." Natasha in she quite yelling voice. Clint laughing, giving her a 'I know you want more' look, as she slapped his arm.
"Nat, you're my best friend and partner, I know you better than anyone else. Something has been changing in you for some time now. I see it, whenever he enters a room or you are working out together, you both bring a sense of laxness with each other." Clint being sincere.
"That's how teammates should be with each other." She said, tucking her over-exposed feelings away.
"If you want to pretend that when I can see your feelings for him all over your face, we can pretend that, but two things are going to happen. One: you will be miserable. Two: it will break your heart if he gets with someone else." As he stopped her, to look her in the eyes and to get a total read on her emotions. "I will drop it after this, but if you take that step, and he hurts you, I will kick his ass." Clint said with a grin.
"Thanks." She said, ending the subject.
They walked for some time, talking about the kids and Laura. Natasha letting him know what she had on Ross, who was helping them and how she was planning to get back to the states, and them not be wanted fugitives. Somehow, that ended back the at the apartment. Walking in, however, it seemed to be empty.
Natasha knew Clint and Scott were ready to be back state side to be with their love ones. For Steve, Sam, Wanda and herself? Well, they could live in nomad status for a while. Natasha taking advantage of the patio, laying on a lounge chair, clearing her head and absorbing the sunlight. With the noisy opening of the door, she glanced up to see Steve coming sitting beside her, on the other lounge chair. Her eyes were having to adjust, but he was holding a bottle of water in one hand and sunscreen in the other.
"You're going to burn, and then your skin would match your hair." He said handing her both bottles.
"Uh-uh." She mumbled, as she started to rub the lotion over her exposed skin.
They both laid in silence, it wasn't until she heard the familiar sounds of the sleeping breathes from him. She stood, before waking him, taking a mental picture of him.
"Steve, you're going to burn." She said, giving him a nudge, when his hand brushed against the back side of her upper thigh and resting just above her calves. She leaned over placing her hand on his chest, trying to wake him with a pat.
"Nat, I don't want too." He said just barely over a whisper.
"Let's go inside, in the A/C and you can sleep on a bed." She matched his tone.
"Only if you join me?" He said remain quiet, motionless, hand still on her calves, and his eyes closed.
"Ok" she said very quietly, unsure what the next step is going to be. Steve standing and opening the door for her, watching her face, making sure she was fine with this. Walking inside and the cold air blasting them, they both continued walking to unknown territory, no one around to watch them as they entered Steve's room. Natasha pressing her back against the door as she closed it. Watching him as he stood within arm's reach of her, taking a few steps back and sitting on the bed, the whole time not removing his eyes from her green ones.
She stepped closer, Steve's hands reaching for her, placing them on the middle of her back. She placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling her into his lap, and a hand ghosting over her upper shoulders to her neck. His fingers entwine in her hair, while looking her in the eyes, giving the 'are you is ok with this?', non-verbally, and she responded with a bouncy nod. As his lips press against hers, and the fireworks erupted, sending every nerve on edge. He cradled her head in his hand turning his lips, kissing along her jaw line, and down her neck, a soft moan leaving her lips as his mouth returned to hers. Her fingers running through his hair, as she took his earlobe in her mouth and biting it slightly. "oh, Tasha" He cooed a nickname off his lips. Their lips, hands, and bodies pressing against each other, begging for more. Natasha grabbing the hem of his shirt to pull over his head. Her hands touching every bit of exposed skin. Steve hesitating to remove her shirt, causing her to pull away to look at him.
"Steve, if you don't want you don't have too. We can stop." She said, remaining on top of his lap, feeling that he didn't want to stop.
"No, I just want to remember everything about this." He placing a gentle kiss on her lips. As she stood deciding to take this opportunity to use the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, splashing water on her face. Taking some deep breathes, she gathered her thoughts and opened the door. To her surprise, Steve was on the other side the door, still shirt less, pressing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Grabbing her thighs lifting her up, her legs wrapped around him as placed her on the counter. He pulled her t-shirt over her head, to expose a tight-fitting sports bra. His hands ghosting over the bare skin, wanted to leave a mark, his mark, on her as if claiming her as his. As quickly everything had begun, it quickly came to an end, with a knock on the door.
"Cap? Nat? We need to talk." Clint said on the other side of the door.
Steve let out an exasperate sigh, "ALRIGHT" Steve yelled. She was frustrated, he was frustrated, she resting her head on his shoulder, as he placed a kiss on her temple.
"Let's go and see what's the problem." Steve said in a business tone, helping her down from the counter. Both placing their clothes back on and readjusting themselves, before opening the door to see Clint walking in, rather than them walking out.
"I answered your phone -sorry, it was Hill, something happened." Clint explained.