Tony
"We have to do this today?" As he was gathering his items, standing in the massive kitchen he was complaining about having to go to a board members meeting. The tall strawberry blond women standing on the other side of the counter drinking her tea and answering emails on her phone.
"Yes, your name is still on the company, I may be the CEO, but they still want your approval." Pepper giving him a sideways glance. "We have to get going if we are going to make to the city, on time." She grabbing her purse and walking towards the glass door, that led to the helicopter pad. Tony following her like a puppy, but with the facial expression and attitude of a rebellions teenager.
"Happy, please ensure everything will be ready for our return." Tony whining, as he climbed into the helicopter behind Pepper. Happy giving a thumb up, as he understood what he needed to do.
"What are you needing to have ready?" Pepper questioned over the headset, as they took flight, away from the Avengers compound.
"It's a surprise, and I would not want to ruin the surprise." He was teasing her, put placing his hand over her knee, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the flesh. A smile came across her face, from the simple act of affection, as she fell head over hills for this man.
"I do think you will like it or at least I hope you will." he continued to tease, as he has planned a getaway for them.
Until the light, easy morning and comfortable touches turned into horrifying seconds falling from the sky. Tony could only grab ahold of Pepper as they both falling to the ground, engulf by flames as the helicopter plummeted down.
"Hill said that Tony and Pepper were flying into the city this morning a for a board meeting when their helicopter went down. But there were no remains. No one was in the helicopter. Hill thinks someone has kidnapped Tony and Pepper." Clint explained.
"How sure are we that Tony didn't use his suit to get them out of the crash?" Natasha questioned.
"He would have called Hill to tell her not to expected them at the meeting, rather than the police calling going and giving her the notification of both of their deaths." Clint went into further explanation.
"What does Hill want us to do?" Steve questioned.
"She thinks we should go and look for them. If the police are claiming they crashed and that there are no remains to be found, the police aren't going to look any further, but we all know that a helicopter crash isn't going to kill Iron Man." Clint concerned. It was normal for Clint to be overprotective, especially when it came to the team's female counter parts, but it was something else he wasn't telling them. Natasha could feel his emotion as he wanted to leave and start their search for the missing couple.
"Hill also let it slip that Pepper is pregnant." A slight gasp then came from both Steve and Natasha. Steve took a quick glance over at Natasha, seeing what her read is on the situation, then back to Clint having deciding they were leaving within the hour.
"Ok, we need to inform T'Challa. The three of us are heading back state side now. Clint gather the supplies. Natasha and I will get the quinjet ready to go. Fifteen minutes to pack whatever you need." Steve said as everyone went to prepare.
Steve chatting with T'Challa about the situation as Natasha put in the coordinates to the Avenger Compound, where Hill was going to meet them. Natasha sat in the pilot chair doing her pre-flight checks, and Steve sat next to her in the co-pilot chair. He studied her while she did her work. She felt his eyes on her, and all she wanted to do was finish what they had started earlier.
"I wished we hadn't been interrupted early." He says while looking over the flight plan to New York.
"Me too." Natasha whispered only giving him a quick glance, knowing if she stared for too long she would not be able to control herself.
"I'm ready to go." Clint said walking on board, tossing the two bags he brought with him. Steve standing up to let Clint have his sit as the co-pilot, as he found another seat near Natasha. The trip back to New York would take 19 hours, most of the time the quinjet would be on auto-pilot, with someone monitoring just in case any bed weather hits. Steve and Clint both deciding they would sleep first, then later let Natasha sleep, but Clint didn't stay asleep long. Hearing the soft clicks walking up behind her.
"Couldn't sleep?" She prompted him.
"No, my mind is all over the place. Plus, it doesn't help your boyfriend is talking in his sleep. Please?" Clint motioning her out of her chair. She stood, he sat, giving her a wink and curt nod. Really? Steve talks in his sleep she thought, clearly being dismissed She made her way back to the bunks, where Steve was sleeping.
She sitting on the edge of the bunk, her lower back pressed against his side, as she took her boots and socks off. She slipped in next to him, his arms wrapping around her bring her in closely, she placing a kiss on his sleeping lips. She nuzzled into his chest, attempting to fall asleep, when a hand very gently unzipped the front of her cat-suit exposing her sports bra and bare stomach. His hand reached into her suit very daringly moved to her lower back. He planted his hand there, not brave enough to move any further. Her lips taking his, regaining the speed they had early, nothing but hands and lips, Steve rolled over on top of her, supporting his body weight with his forearms. Her small frame beneath him, he started a trail of kisses down her jawline to her neck. He then removed the shoulder part of her suit, exposing more of her body to him. Kissing her shoulder, she whispering "Да, малыш" in Russian to him. Clearly, he was doing something right if she could not say it in English. She was beautiful, he thought, looking at her, wanting to have her completely undress to explore her body.
Steve rolled from being on top of her, reaching down to grasp her hand, pulling the barefooted, nearly nude woman to her feet, he could not believe how gorgeous she was. They quickly moved into the oversized locker room/bathroom closing the door behind them. Grabbing the back of his shirt and hauling it over his head, just as fast with one quick motion, he had the remaining of Natasha cat suit on the ground. She stood, in nothing but cheeky underwear and a tight-fitting sports bra. He had to pause, briefly, taking in the curvy features of her body and amazed by how beauty she looked. Feeling the softness of her skin on his fingers, he admires her body, her physique, the color of her skin reminded him of innocents, except for two purplish bumpy scars. One on her left shoulder, and the other on her right hip. A memory tugging Steve out of his sexual faze, he remembers that Bucky was the one that gave her both, scars on her body. Minor imperfections that made body perfect, he kissed both, not breaking the touch between his lips and her skin, working his way back up to reclaim her mouth. She was lifted place on the counter top in one swift. All he could think about was how gorgeous she was and how could not live in a world without her. Her legs wrapped around him, the amount of strength that pulled him close to her and her lips kiss over his chest as she unfastens his pants, having them become a pool of clothing on the floor with hers. He letting go, and falling into the web of Natasha, he was hers, she might not know it, but he had become hers completely. His hands roaming all over her back and grasping her hips to bring her closer to him, finding the perfect place for his hand to rest, as if her hips were molded for his hands. Natasha yanking the sports bra over her head, pressing her sensitive flesh against his. He could not believe that her breast was pressed against his body. He gingerly grasping both breast in his hands, her breathing became fast. Steve sighed loudly, never feeling this before, he could feel her desire building within, he wanted more of her.
Starting into her eyes, "I want you." Steve whispered.
"Take me." Natasha matching his tone, her heart skipping a beat knowing that she just wasn't taking a step with him she was jumping to another planet with him. She lifting herself slightly off the counter, that Steve could remove the only clothing left on her body. The coldness from the counter top against the back of Natasha legs and ass, sent more sensations through her body, she held on to her lovers body. Eyes meeting each other's, and breathless smile dancing across their lips, meeting again, as Natasha slid down the front of his briefs to wrap her hand around his member. To her shock, she was Unable to hold him in just one hand, he engulfed by the feel of a woman's touch on him, he had to slow his breathing as she stroked him, bring him in closer to her. He bit down on is her shoulder, makes her gasp, she helping him find the center of her velvety entrance and he buried himself into her. Her legs wrapped around his body, neither one moving as he relished in that moment of being fully sheathed within her. He slowly begun to move in her, her walls adjusting to his size. She was astonished by the way he felt in her, feeling the imminent building of an orgasm. Their rhythm progressive becoming faster, his eyes open, memorizing everything about her face. Her eyes closed as her walls squeezed around as she reached the tip off point of her climax. Breathless moaning his name on her lips, as the waves of her orgasm brought him closer to his own. Steve reaching around her waist, lifting her from the counter top, she holding on to him with her legs as he pushing her back against the wall lockers. As he thrust into her deeper and harder as she moaned his name and begging him for more. Her second orgasm coming over her, she melting around him as her pleasure brought him to his, filling her, both remained breathless. Wrapped around each other, Steve placing kisses on her shoulder, "I love you." He whispers into her ear. Natasha having received everything she ever wanted, staring into his eyes and whispered back, "I love you." Gentle Steve places his lover on her feet, as well as giving her a kiss at of her head.
Steve pulling his pants up, watching her as she dressed. Both powerless to hold back their smiles, having to have some type of physical touch between the two of them. Before departing the sized locker room, Steve holding her face in his hands and kissing her on the lips. Her arms circled around his waist.
"I think you should try and get some more sleep. We will have a lot of work to do when we get there." Natasha telling him. "I going to check on Clint, and help him."
"Oh, yea, he's here too. " Clearly forgetting that someone else was on board with them. Steve becoming bashful, and blushing, turning bright red all over. Natasha, finding it was too adorable, how he became embarrassed, after all, they did just christen the locker room. " later when we have some time, we will be able to do this in a bed" He said , both walking out hand in hand,
"Good. Join me soon." She stated giving him another departing kiss Steve laying down to sleep and Natasha nearly skipping to the front of the plane.
Clint sitting in the pilot seat, Natasha sat in the co-pilot, looking over the coordinates analyzing how much longer they had to go… or more truthfully how long her and Steve were being kept occupied. They just were almost out of Africa and about to be over the North Atlantic Ocean.
"You weren't asleep for very long?" Clint said looking over at her.
"Who said anything about me sleeping?" Natasha quidded back, raising an eye brow giving him a sarcastic look. As Clint's eye widen at her comment, Natasha quickly recovering and not giving everything happened away. "No, I could not sleep, try fitting two people on one of those bunks, it is not comfortable."
"Why's your face all red?" Clint questioned some more.
"Once we get to the compound, where do we start? What leads do we have?" She changed the topic and wanting to lay out a general game plan.
"Hill has a couple things for us, plus we will be at the Avenger Compound. Tony has all of the devices to help us." He said, looking out at the clear blue sky.
"Also, I will get to grab a few more things from my room." Natasha said, adding to her mental check list. Also thinking of Steve's early comment, about beds, she could not hold back a smile thinking of him in her bed. Clint's talking bring Natasha out of her hopeful day dream.
"Once this is all said and done, I am really retiring and never coming out of retirement again." Clint laughed
"Thought of anymore house projects?" Natasha said, relaxing into the easy conversation that they usually had between the two of them.
Several hours later, more than halfway across the ocean, Natasha had swapped out with Clint, so he could sleep and talk with Laura. Steve then, nonchalantly, brought some snacks to the front of the plane.
"Could you use some company?" Steve asked
"Always." She answered. He then moved, placing a gentle touch on her leg and a kiss on the forehead before sitting down next to her. Natasha knew that she didn't want a single thing to change. She wanted to have this type of relationship and love in her life. The way Steve made her feel, like she didn't have to hold herself together, that an invisible bond was doing the work for her. The man sitting next to her made for feel like she would never have to be afraid of closing her eyes again and seeing the horrors behind them. Now the bigger problem is, how can she hold on to this, without messing everything else up too. They both sat in their individual deep thoughts.
Hours later, in the setting evening sun, the quinjet landed outside the Avenger Compound. Their former home. Standing in the gravel drive way is the brunette, wearing jeans and a blazer. The threesome the briskly depart the air craft.
"How was the flight?" Maria Hill questioned.
"Glad to have it over with." Steve said, resuming his place as the leader of the group. With the confidence that Natasha gave him, he can continue as a soldier – as along as she stands with him. Taking the lead, Steve and Maria led the group inside. Clint and Natasha set the bags on the table in the massive kitchen. The sense of home and belonging became overwhelming. This was the first real place Natasha really called home, and now she had Steve.
Hills fingers working quickly to bring up the photos of the crash site, police reports and the media reports all circling around Tony and Peppers death.
"I will take the media reports." Natasha staking claim.
"Got the police reports." Clint adding
"Captain Rogers, it looks like we have the crash site. Also, we should review some reports from Stark Industries." Hill said, in her short business tone.
The foursome worked diligently for a few hours. Steve reviewing Tony's days after their two separate fights, noting that Tony had a lot interaction with Secretary of State Ross. Feeling the guilt all over again starting to flood through his veins. Natasha looking up at him, with a side grin, she could see the panic on his face, the worry and tension covering his body. Natasha discreetly moved closer to him, as he sat on the barstool on the opposite side of the table. She placed a hand her hand on his leg over the table, whispering so he could only hear.
"You all right?" She asked
"Yea." He replied, clearly not wanting to have an audience. He gently dropping his hand to cover hers. Something then caught her attention in the pile of documents that Steve was reviewing.
She quickly looking over the paper work, and mental picture formed in her mind. What she was thinking, Tony Stark would never go for that, neither would Pepper. Nothing was what it seemed. She would have to have something on concrete before you laid out her thought process for everyone. A slamming of a door, turned everyone's attention to the direction of the sound.
"We expecting anyone?" Steve asked.
"No. Since the news broke of Tony's death everyone has been placed on leave until the estate has been settled." Hill and Clint both taking defensive positions behind the counter. Steve and Natasha jogging on either side of the kitchen archway, standing ready for whatever comes their way. Seeing that none of them should be there – after all, three of them were fugitives.
The soft footsteps of a single person walking towards them, sends Natasha gripping the mask of the Black Widow. Steve then watched as her composure changed. As soon as the swing of a forearm came through the archway, the Black Widow leaped into action. She threw herself in air, her legs wrapping around the individuals shoulders and placing them in an breathless chokehold, sending both of them falling backwards on to the ground. Steve and Clint rush in, still ready for more of a fight, and Hill stunned to see who was in Natasha's hold, gasping for air.
"Happy?" Hill questioned. Realizing that the threat wasn't as severe, Natasha began to ease her grip, but still holding on to him. Patiently waiting until Steve gave her the nod to release him.
Coughing and trying to catching his breathe. Natasha stood pleased with herself about her single-handed takedown.
"Maria?" coughing still trying to have his mind catch up with his surprise attack. "What are you doing here? Why are they here? You're suppose to be in prison?" pointing at Clint, clearly very confused.
"Happy, we are trying find out what happened to Tony and Pepper." Hill stated.
"You thought to bring in three fugitives, one of which almost killed Tony?" Happy saying, finding a place to sit.
"There's no one better to find out what happened to Tony." Natasha said calmly.
"What are you doing here, Happy?" Steve questioned.
"I have to... I needed… I am not good at lying and I am not gonna tell you." Happy telling them, crossing his arms. The three of them exchanged glances, following a brief pause.
"We don't think Tony and Pepper are dead. We think they have been kidnapped." Hill offering some information. Everyone continuing to analyze his expressions.
"Why would you think they aren't dead?" Happy trying to play the game, but not realizing he isn't a match for the Super Soldier, the secret agent and the two master assassins.
"Not a single fragment of remains were in that crash. I think they were removed from the crash, and have been taken captive." Steve handing Happy everything they believed, trying to bait him for the truth. "We may have had a disagreement, but at the end of the day, Tony and Pepper are family. We want to make sure they are OK. Especially Pepper."
"Why 'especially Pepper'? What don't I know?" Happy becoming pale in the face.
"Tell us what you know." Hill prompted him.
"Tony came back… and told Pepper he was done with it all. He was turning over his suits and he was only going to be Tony, no more superhero stuff. He wanted to be with her, he wanted them to start over. Tony and Pepper are alive. They are starting over with new identities they are safe in Vermont." Happy said in defeat. "What about Pepper?"
"It's better if it came from her. Can you give us the address?" Steve asked.
"Yes" Happy kicking himself. "I can take you, I have the rest of the lounge I am bringing up. That's why I am here now." Happy was pouting as he gave the address, Clint pulling the location up on a topical map. The location of Tony and Pepper was less the 4 hours away. The group cleaned up the research, agreeing that they would freshen up and start on their road trip. Hill taking the responsibility of packing the snacks. 'No vegan shit!' Clint requested. As himself, Natasha and Steve headed towards the elevator.
The elevator ride was a very uncomfortable silence. As Steve and Natasha departed on the floor that housed both of their rooms, Natasha looking back at Clint, with his cheesy grin on his face and giving a dramatic wink. As Natasha and Steve walked along side by side with each other, once the doors closed, leaving Steve and Natasha completely alone. Steve reached for her hand interlacing his fingers with hers. She gave him a gentle squeeze, looking up at him. They remained in silence, as they walked towards the fork that divided their rooms.
"I going to take a shower, if you want to join me?" Natasha smiling unsure of what his answer will be.
"Go get started, I will join you soon." Steve placing a kiss on her lips. Both departing, Natasha leaving her door not closed all the way, placing her duffle bag on her bed, and throwing in some clean clothes- some were actually hers. The others were her teammates' that she 'laid claim to'. She began stripping out of her skin tight suit, and unclasping her bra. She mindless hummed that same Russian lullaby, as she turned on the water to her shower. She placing hygiene bag on the counter and began filling it. The soft creek of the door opening alerted her that she won't be alone for long. Steve leaned against the doorframe, Natasha seeing him the reflection of the mirror. Natasha standing in front of the counter in just her underwear. The look that covered his face was a mixture of laxness, desire, torn with guilt and responsibility. He soundlessly moved towards her, gently placing both of his hands on the top curvature of her hip. Placing his forehead against the back of her head, both closing their eyes, and having the peaceful environment engulfed them completely. She turns gives him a firm kiss on the lips, moving away from his touch, but pulling him towards the shower by the hand. Before she could even remove her panties, Steve picks her up by the waist and hops into the shower, with him remaining fully clothed. A giggly shriek leaving her lips, Steve joining in the laughter as he leads into a passionate kiss, soaking his clothes, and the very little clothing that she was wearing. Breaking the kiss, Natasha pulled off her panties and starting washing her hair. Steve pulling off, his drench clothes, and helping himself to her shampoo, using it both for his hair and body. But he was lost watching her washing the crimson hair. How her chin remained tilted up and the bubbly soap was washed from her head and ran over her body. She opened her eyes, catching him staring.
"You're going to smell like me." She joked with him. He inhaled the vanilla and cinnamon.
"I like the way you smell." He replied, as she started helping wash his chest, he placing more soap over her shoulders. They switched spots, Steve rising the shampoo from his body and Natasha adding conditioner in her hair. Both enjoying with the silence between them, Natasha started humming again, as they finished washing. Steve stepped out of the shower first, wrapping the towel around his waist and handing her a towel. Both walking into her bedroom, noting that Steve brought a duffle bag with him, he started pulling clean clothes out of it and began dressing. She began to dress as well, when there was a quick tapping on the door- she recognizing that knock. She walked over, buttoning her pants and quickly throwing a shirt over her bare chest, and taking a quick glance over at Steve who was completely dressed, minus his bare feet. Opening the door to see Clint on the other side, and him seeing her, with her wet hair through the door way. Steve sat on her bed, and started placing socks on his feet. Clint giving her a smiled trying to cover the laughter in his voice.
"I want to see if you were ready to go." Clint asking them.
"Yea, we will be there in just a second." Steve telling, as he finished putting his shoes on. Clint taking the hint, heading towards the elevator. Natasha leaving the door opened as she finished putting herself together. Grabbing her hygiene bag from the bathroom, and seeing the pile of drenched clothes on the floor, brought a smile on her face. Steve standing next to both bags, as she filled the last remaining items in her bag, he grabs and holds them in one hand and grasped her hand with the other. Both of them leaving the room, meeting with the waiting Clint at the elevator, so they all could arrive at the same time. Only letting go of her hand when the elevator stopped and the doors opened.