Hey everyone! I know it has been a while since my last post. This chapter gets a little more steamy, you have been warned. Also I don't own Captain American, Black Widow or Marvel.

The joyous moment came and passed, yet somehow the group fell into a familiar rhythm. For one night everyone could put the hurt, pain and betrayal behind them to celebrate. Like when they lived at the Stark Tower, or Compound, they would gather and start making dinner. Everyone knowing there places, and the group becoming talkative and bubbly. The group was making four different types of pizza. cheese pizza for Pepper and Happy, veggie pizza for Hill, and pepperoni pizza for Steve, and then finally making a Habanero and Sriracha pizza for Natasha and Tony. The two of them try to out do each other, and tonight would be no different. The contest being who could eat the spiciest pizza.

Natasha and Steve started to set the table, with him placing the plates down on the table, and her following by putting down a napkin and utensils. Clint walking behind them placing cups at each plate. Don't be playing grab ass at the table, Clint said in a whisper at Natasha, knowing that Steve could hear him too. Both giving him a glare as he moved quickly out of Natasha reach before she could retaliate.

The pizzas finished cooking and everyone sat around the table, sitting in their 'normal seats'. Steve sitting across from Natasha, with him bumping his legs against hers, and a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. Tony sitting at the head of the table- of course, serving himself a big slice of spicy pizza, as he and Natasha enter their silent competition. Natasha showing no fear she took a massive bit of the pizza. Not only it was spicy hot, it was delicious. Tony trying to match her, taking a bit, immediately his cheeks were redden. Natasha feeling her taste buds burn, but not letting him win, taking another sizable bit. Everyone enjoying conversation but keeping their eyes looking at the two competitors. Steve mentally cheering on Natasha in his head.

"If I would have known we were going to have guest, I would have make sure all of the bedrooms were completed. But as of right now we only have three rooms done, other than Happy's residence. Two are is going to have to double up." Pepper said. Tony taking another big bite, coughing down the heat that raged in his mouth.

"Natasha and I will bunk together." Clint saying.

"Yeah, I may need someone to braid my hair, after all." Natasha said jokingly. Clint and her had always shared a room, when they were trainees together, even when on mission. Mostly Clint didn't want anyone to harm Natasha while she slept, or better to say, he didn't want any accidental stabbing, seeing that Natasha slept with a dagger. It was a mutual arrangement, both knew and understood that their demons like to reappear in their dreams, and having someone there to bring them back to reality helps. Steve giving a odd look at Clint as he offered to double up with Natasha. Natasha taking another bite and giving a gentle kick under the table at Steve. Green eyes, looking at him, Stop it, her mouth warned for him.

"Hey no one is suppose to know I can braid hair, next thing you know Thor is going to want me to braid his golden locks." Clint replied with a laugh. "Mentioning of Thor, have you heard from him?" Clint asking Tony and Pepper.

Taking a deep breath before answering, "Thor, Bruce and Vision are all together working on something about the stone in Vision's head." Tony saying trying to hold back some of the beads of sweat on his face. Natasha feeling a pinch of pain hearing Bruce is alright with other members of her team but could not contact her. Clearly he wasn't interested. She told herself to lessen the hurt she felt.

Natasha eating five slices of pizza to Tony three slices, him giving up because he was simply too full to eat anymore. Natasha standing in the front of the sink, rinsing off the plates, utensils and cups before placing them in the dishwasher, the soft sound of clicking sounding behind her, Clint approaching her to take over the loading duty from her.

"You know I am going to cover for you until you are ready to be out publicly with Cap. I hope you take your time with him, make sure your ready for whatever happens, good or bad. I don't like seeing you hurt or when you hide away internally. Your like my sister, and if I don't find out first hand, I know I will find out from Laura.- You two gossip worse than high school girls. Just make sure you take your time, you have plenty of it." Clint says in a low tone for only her ears to hear.

"If you don't sleep in our room tonight, I won't go looking for you." He said as they finished the chore. Natasha washing her hands, taking a quick glance around the room, seeing Steve sitting by the lit fireplace. She dried her hands and moved towards him, as Tony and Pepper sat on the couch in delightful conservation, as if they were the only two people in the whole world. Hill and Clint finding a deck of cards, dealing them as they start a game together.

"Hey, Soldier. Is this seat taken?" Natasha asked him, pointing at the ledge next to him.

"No, ma'am. Please join me." He said, having her sit next to him.

"This was unexpected, good but not what I thought was going to happen." Natasha said as she surveying the room and looking at the interactions of their friends. Then taking a slow glance up Steve's body and looking into the blue eyes and seeing the worry that filled them earlier was gone.

"No, this wasn't how I thought it would go. I honestly thought we would be heading back to the compound and maybe even flying back to Wakanda." Steve saying, looking forward to sleeping in bed. Hoping he won't be alone and maybe she would join him. Matching the deep into each other eyes.

It wasn't until the heckle from Tony that broke them from their invisible connection. Apparently the conversation from the trip came up and everyone but Steve and Natasha were taking part.

"You totaled his car doing donuts? Yeah, you're not driving me EVER." Tony laughed. "Good job, Robin Hood. What hilarious secrets does the Itty Bitty spider have?" As he teased Natasha.

"Nope. Don't have any." Natasha said, very confidently as she did not blink staring down Tony.

"None?" Tony questioned.

"Nope." Natasha stayed firm. As Tony looked over his shoulder, looking at both Clint and Hill, neither one giving him anything. Both knowing that they didn't want to be on Natasha's bad side.

"Tony I like you in one piece. Don't antagonize Natasha." Pepper saying. Tony dropping the topic of embarrassment. A vibration against Natasha thigh, she didn't even have to look to know who it is. She excused herself, heading to the room that her and Clint were sharing. Closing the door completely before answering.

"Matty, any good news?" Natasha asked.

"Nat, first thank you for the payment. Second, the documents you sent - are these the originals? And are these real?" Matt Murdock questioned.

"I am glad everything got to you. Yes, the only other copies are redacted. I have talked to the other person that is apart of those documents and he is ready to confront this." Natasha answering his question.

"These documents weren't a part of the information that exposed Shield and Hydra. Why?" Matt continued to questioned.

"Children Assassins aren't really something to brag about. They were a part of a black ledger, that only a select few knew about." She explained, but really what she meant by a select few was, Ross, Coulson, Clint and herself. Children get overlooked when the enemy is looking for assassin that has more than a decade of training. "That is everything from the mission, to the contact, and the confirmation." Natasha telling. Matt taking a long pause before asking his next question.

"How old were you?" Matt asked.

"I was seven years-old when I began training. My first mission was when I was nine and haven't stopped since." Natasha saying trying to make a joke but the hurt choking her words. "There were other documents, Ross taking part in the experiment of replicating the serum that created Captain America? Those prove the creation of the Hulk." Natasha said quickly trying to recover.

"Yes this can prove the destruction of Bruce Banner and carelessness of human life."

"Matty what is the next step?" She questioned.

"I can arrange a meeting with Ross, giving him the opportunity to make a deal with us. But Ms. Maxioff will be a bigger obstacle. Your friends and you need to keeping laying low. Also I heard about Tony Stark. I am sorry for your loss." Matt finished as started Natasha scoffing.

"Will do. Talk to you soon." Natasha said, ending the phone call. Shaking the mood from her, reentering the living space, and quietly observing the scene before her. Pepper pulling Tony up, both standing hands joined and her leading him to the direction of their room- or so Nat assumed. Hill and Clint deep into a card game, that neither one will win. Both don't like losing, so they will come to a truce and walk away peacefully only after a round of death threats. Natasha thought as a side smile tugged at her mouth. Then noticing that Steve wasn't sitting at the fireplace.

"Hey you." The soft voice of Steve's coming from some distance behind her. Like Clint, but most likely unintentional Steve makes a soft sigh whenever he is near her. Giving her a warning that her lover is near behind. She turned around, very quietly making wide strides towards him. He is leaning against the door to the room he will be staying in. He watched her as her red locks bounced with life as she gracefully moved towards her.

Steve stepping backwards into the his room Natasha following him, silently she closed the door leaving them alone. Quickly his arms are wrapped around her waist bring her close, holding her close, taking in the scent that was Natasha. A hand released, moving up her back to her neck grasping a handful of hair, as he nuzzled into her neck. Natasha not wanting to move, not wanting to let go, she felt a little raw from her past coming up more than once today. She turned her face up, lining her nose along his jawline before placing a kiss on his chin, then finding his lips. Like igniting a firework, their senses burning for each other's touch. Steve dissenting backwards on the massive bed, their bodies remaining in contact as Natasha stayed on top of him. Taking full advantage, she pinned him down, covering him with her lips. The approving sounds leaving his mouth, as she attacked his mouth with hers - both trying to win dominance.

The clean cut fingernails grazed the skin just above the denim jeans waistline, as she clenched the hem of his shirt. Slowly teasing as she pulled the shirt over his head and exposing his muscular chest. Her fingertips tracing the outline of his sculpted body, as she trailed kisses, across his chest, stopping at the right shoulder. Her green eyes taking a seductive glance up at him, while he remained under her spell. Her lips being placed on his chest cascading down his right side while stopping just at the bottom of his rib cage. His icy blue eyes watching her as she controlled him, with a quick glance and a smile, biting his side. A breathely giggle escaped Steve lips, Natasha sitting back on her heels as his hands holding on to her hips as a smirk danced across his mouth. As if she was reading his mind, she sensually removed her t-shirt exposing her bare chest, jolting his memory that she went braless today, he sat taking in her gorgeous body. He loved the feeling of her creamy skin under his touch. Steve sitting up, both of them remaining joined at the hips, their bare chests pressed against each other and their lips brushing lightly, as single kisses were given. His hand entwining her hair cradling her head, turning it slightly as he littered kisses down her chin and down her neck.

Tightening his grasp on her waist, he swiftly rolled Natasha on to the bed as he repositioned himself on top of her. Kissing a line down the center of her chest. She combed her delicate fingers through his hair. The sensation sent his hair to stand on end. A low growl slipped through his lips, as he continued down her stomach and her legs resting on his shoulders. He circled his arms around her legs and held her hips in place. He kiss along top of her pants as he humbled unbuttoning them. Zipping and peeling down her pants. Steve beginning to add bites to his kisses, grasping the top of her jeans and very slowly pulling them off of her of her body. He kisses down one thigh, trailing into the inseam of her knee and kissing in the calf and her ankle. Pulling free one leg from her pants as he started on the next one at the of her thigh, going extra slow making Natasha more eager.

Steve standing at the foot of the bed unbuttoning his pants, Natasha moving herself to the head of the bed, sliding under the covers. Her red hair messy sticking up is serval different directions as he watches her amazed by her beauty. He dropped his pants, and she playfully tossed her panties on the floor next to his feet. I love this woman, he thought to himself. A wave of hunger for her surged through him, thumbing his waistband of his boxers, letting them free fall to the feet. His erection standing, he pulled the sheets back laying next to his lover. Her hands gracefully grasping him. She begins stroking him, strengthen his need for her. His lips meeting with hers, taking over her mouth, as it belonged to him. He turned into her, deepening their kiss. Her leg crossed his thigh, as she made her move for dominance. His hands on her hips helping her into position above him. Her hands still stroking him as she lowers herself on him. He sighing in an enjoyable noise as the slow descent deeper in her. Ooooohhhh, Natasha passed her lips as she rested on top of him, taking him completely in. Rest there, giving her tight walls a movement to adjust to his size. His grip firming on her hips, as she began rolling his hips he matching her movements. Yes Tasha, Steve quietly saying her name. She continued to roll her hips as the waves of ecstasy build within her. He could feel her impending release on him as he thrust harder. She could not hold out any longer.

She fell over the edge of her climax, tightening around him, almost bringing him to his own. Quickly rolling her on to the bed and coaxing her to stomach. Moving behind her, running his hands over her voluptuous ass, up to her hips pulling her towards him. As he plunged into her once again, Natasha buried her face into a pillow as she yelled in pleasure in both English and Russian. They pace almost painfully fast, but them both swimming is the building of climaxes. Steve relishing in the feeling of her skin against him. He loved hearing his name on her lips. I am close, Natasha telling him, as he can tell by the familiar tightening around him. Finally the waves of her orgasm covering him as he stilled himself and filling her completely.

Laying on his side, placing kisses across her shoulder blades. She turned her head to look at him.

"So... 'Tasha' then?" She said smiling .

"Yeah, it just came out." Steve saying against her skin continuing to kiss her back.

"I like it." She told him.

"Good. Anything for my girl." He said, a level of uncertainty on his face and voice as he made his claim over her. Her eyes not breaking contact with his, growing wider at the words, and a smile taking over her whole face.

"Your Girl? Really?" She questioned.

"We have to start somewhere, right? I don't know what the modern day process is, but I want you." Steve explained.

"Well then, I guess I'm yours." Natasha whispering as she turned into him, rolling on her side, looking up at his face. His girl. She thought to herself. This is better than she ever imagined, she pictured him being shy and uncertain but no he is the opposite. He is powerful and soft when he is with her. She can be completely herself when she is with him, her walls that guard her heart melt away. From what she felt she loved him, and he loves her. Her fingers making nonsense pictures on the his soft skin. Taking this moment to heart and putting it on her top 5 best moments of her life. She laid inhaling the scent that was hers covering his musky smell. A smile curling crossed her lips loving the feeling of the soft strokes of his hands brushing up and down her back. She wished that they could be completely alone and not worry about unwanted eyes seeing them.

"Tell me something that I don't know about you." He asked her, breaking her from her deep thought.

"I have been present for every birth of Clint's kids. Laura and Clint are the brother and sister I never had." She told him trying to ease herself into opening up. "Your turn."

"I have secretly admired you since Loki's visit. I saw your passion and care for Clint, to get him back, I thought you guys were together and didn't want to push it. But when I springboard you into the air, in New York, you amaze me so much and captivated me. I wanted you so much then." He explained.

"Why wait so long to tell me that?" She asked him.

"After New York, Clint went to Europe for a mission and I knew you wanted to go with him. Not only that, you kept pushing me towards other women consistently." He told her finishing his explanation. "Tell me something else." He prompted her.

He was being honest with her, she wanted to be honest with him, but what dark secret did she want to share.

"I was nine years old when I was sent on my first mission. My mission was to eliminate a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. But I got there, he defended himself, and negotiated that I take his dominant eye so he could not remain as a sniper. So I took his eye." She said telling her truth as realization dawned on him. "That's how I met Nick Fury." She confirmed his thinking. Looking over his face for disgust or waiting to feel him physically pull away. But he didn't. "Your turn."

"I can cook." He said, Natasha giving him and him the, I already knew that look. "My mom taught me quite a bit about cooking. I wish I could have spent more time with her. I have thought often that if I ever have a daughter I would name after her, Sarah." He said, a saddened expression taking over his face. Natasha giving him a squeeze with arms. "Your turn."

"The Red Room took my ability to have a child when I became the Black Widow." Natasha looking down.

"I am sorry, I didn't know, there's always adoption, we could always adopt. There are loads of children that need a family." Steve telling her, tightening his hold around him, pulling her in more. Placing a kiss on her forehead. Natasha getting a rush of excitement and fear that Steve has consider a future with her and a family with her. Even with all of her flaws.

"If you left this job and line of work, what would you do?" He asked her.

"A ballerina, or any type of dancing." Her told him, her sadden expression leaving her face.

"Really?" He asked being shocked.

"Yes, I love to dance. Sometime when I am alone in my room I would dance through some of the old routines that I would do. Other reason I loved living in New York City, the ballet." She said realizing that her and Steve have been standing in the gray area of her life where she never really brought anyone. Especially not in this way.

"I have never danced, I don't know how." He confessed to her. Her head popped up, shocked. She moved so quickly, he could not process what she was doing. She was standing completely naked as she pulled his shirt over her head, the hem of the his shirt covering her body like a oversized dress. Her hand reach out for him to stand and join her. He stood pulling on his boxers. He was unsure what to do next.

"May I have this dance, Soldier?" She asked him. He was taken back, the last time he wanted to dance was with Peggy and never got to. A pinch of pain rushed through him. He would have to live with that, but he wasn't going to let pass an opportunity to dance with Natasha.

"No. Would you have this dance with me?" He asked.

"Yes" She replied placing a hand on his shoulder and her other hand in his. Interlacing their fingers and Steve placed his hand on her lower back. She taking a step back having his feet following hers. Looking down at her feet as he tried to follow hers.

"Look up at me, it's ok if you step on my toes." She told him, before he gave her a kiss. She looking up at his icy blue eyes. They dancing in the invisible square in silence, embracing this rare moment.

"What next for us, on your list?" Steve teased her.

"I think we need to pay Ross a visit, with my friend. Get these charges dropped and we move on with our lives." She told him.

"I want to help Bucky, help him get better and have him start his life. Maybe with us." Steve told her, the truth rising in her throat, her chance right here to telling him.

"I know Bucky." She said, stopping their dancing. He staring at her not understanding. "I knew him. He was in Russia when I was in the Red Room program. He was my trainer." She explained.

Shocked by her confession, Steve stopped moving and stood still processing the words she just said to him. How could she know? Did she actually know he was alive? Why? What? How could she knew him? He thought standing there looking into Natasha scared face, but not seeing her face, just the words that came out of her mouth written in the invisible space between them.

"You knew he was alive?" Steve finally asked her.

I have been battling with some writers block, please let me some reviews so I can have some fresh inspiration. Thank you