Hey everyone, I am backing from taking a little break. Couple of things, this chapter is filled with smut. Finally Steve and Natasha get a little bit of a vacation. I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 12

Hardly anyone was around the empty streets in the brightly lit morning. She sat outside of a café with an oversized hoodie pulled over her red hair and a pair of big circular sunglasses covering her face. The bruising on her almost completely faded, she was still on edge even though she left Natasha Romanoff in the U.S. Now she was Anna Thomas, married to Steven Thomas. They were traveling through Europe for their 10-year wedding anniversary, starting in Paris.

A coffee cup appeared in front of her, a pretty leaf designed in milk on top of her latte. "Oh, this is pretty Dear." She exclaimed, acting like the typical American. As Steve sat a crossed from her, sipping on his black coffee, while placing two flaky croissants in between them. Giving her his boyish grin, before grasping her free hand and giving a loving kiss on the top of her hand.

It's been two weeks since the incident with Ross. Shortly after their arrival at the Barton's farm house Fury paid them a visit. Nick Fury even dead is still putting in favors with S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury got Natasha and Steve new identities. The Barton's' decided to take a "family vacation" and visit with Tony and Pepper for a while. The new Director of S.H.I.E.L.D, was given everything through Hill and he is perusing to have charges lessen for the Captain America's team. Unfortunately for Natasha did sign the Accords and will have different charges. But until then Natasha and Steve are traveling and spending time together. They wanted to be close enough, incase Bucky would come out of his ice nap.

They walked hand and hand down the slowly waking stone paved street. When Natasha looking in the shops as they passed by. She stopped at a small jewelry shop, lights were off and the gold jewelry stood out against the black felt. A small star with a ring encircled around it, on a simple chain. It reminded her of Steve and his shield, but she didn't want to be silly, so started leading back down the street without noticing Steve admiring the piece of jewelry. He followed her as they strolled towards their small hotel.

Natasha sitting on the edge of the bed she opening the new email she had from Clint. It was filled with pictures of the kids and Laura. Them swimming, movie nights and little Nathaniel crawling around getting into everything. Clint called it a crash course in parenting for Tony and Pepper. One of the pictures of Laura, Lilia framing Peppers very small and precious extended pregnant belly. A ping of sadness filled her, she wanted to be there with Laura and Pepper. But it's best for the group that they split up and not tell where everyone is. She missed them.

Steve laid on the bed behind her looking at the pictures. "They look like they are having fun." He said looking at her face to read.

"Tony must be freaking out." She said thinking 'he is seeing his baby grow, and now he has three kids destroying his environment.' "I want to start shopping for Baby Stark." She smiled.

"Oh my" He face planted in the mattress. "I saw how much you spent for Nathaniel." Muffling into the bed.

"I love babies. My niece and nephews especially." She smiled setting aside the tablet and started attacking him with her fingers and hands tickling him. The room was filled with laughs and tickling each other. 'She will make a wonderful mother one day.' He thought to himself.

"No seriously though, I need to know what Pepper is having and start shopping." She said as the tickle assault stopped.

"Why don't you start looking where we are going next?" Steve said as he started getting up from the bed.

"Where are, you going?" Asking him watching as he shuffled through his wallet, and grabbing is black ball cap and his fake black framed eye glasses.

"Out, I need to scout out transportation for us." Leaning down giving a kiss on her slightly opened mouth. She was stun that he was leaving without her and being vague on where and what he was doing. "I would love to see London again, just as a suggestion. Love you." He said departing the room, the door closing behind him.

"I love you too." She said her words chasing him out the door. London, it is. She thought to herself as consider what she was going to do while Steve was "out". First time since leaving she was completely alone. Usually having a routine wherever she was trying to stay under the radar. Only going out food at day break, working out, then doing some surveillance only to work out again and go out for dinner, when the streets are at its busiest. Unsure what to do with her time now, she didn't want to just sit around and wait for Steve to get back. Pulling up one of her fake email accounts and tapping in the email address for the building manager that one of her lofts, was housed in. Informing her that she will need it ready by the end of the week.

I need to work out, she thought to herself self as she got up and starting to do jumping-jacks to warm up. After 100 she got down in the front leaning rest, starting doing push-ups and then rolled over started sit ups. Her sides screamed at her with every flexion of her muscles. She was still recovering but she knew her body needed to get back in fighting shape. Trying not to worry about Steve roaming the streets alone and without any back-up.

It wasn't until her and Steve chose to stay together and travel she became obsessively worry about him. Her demons of the dead didn't come for her in her dreams, now she dreamt of Steve's motionless body wrapped in her arms. These imagines and fears play out every night, plaguing her more than her demons ever did. Every night she would wake up next to a very alive, breathing Steve Rogers. He clueless to her nightmares would place his arm around her waist. Tighten his grasp on her, while the pads of his fingers would lightly trace scar near her hip. His hold on her always eased her mind and she could fall back to sleep.

After a painful hour, she submitted and decide she had enough and grabbing her shower bag and flipping on the bathroom light. Turning the faucets on while testing the temperature of the water. Once it was warm enough she put the stopper for the drain in place and the tub starting filling. She grabbed her tablet, bringing it with into the bathroom.

She quickly removed all her clothing and slipped into the half full bath tub. Tablet in hand then rereading the message that T'Challa had sent Steve. 'SGT Barnes is still unconscious, his vitals and his labs show he is healthy. We have made progress in a prostatic arm for him, but will have to wait to see if it fully functional once he is awake. But his mind, reversing what was done to him, is still a problem. I will update you soon.' 'Maybe they should just go back to Wakanda and be there with Bucky.' She thought to herself, while the water rose submerging her chest. Knowing it would put Steve at ease. When the soft opening of the door, with a "Honey I got lunch." Steve's voice immediately calming her nerves and she remained in the bath. Waiting for him to come find her.

"What have you been up too?" She asked him, watching him, leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. The mountain of a man, taking in her bare skin soaking in the warm water. She gave a raised brow look.

"I … brought lunch back," Steve having his boyish grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. Moving towards the tub, he kicked off his shoes.

"No, this is my bath." She said. Steve not caring he stepped in the bath, fully dressed. "Steve it's not big enough for both of us." She giggled as he lowered himself in the tub, the water splashing on the floor. Natasha trying to make herself smaller so the massive soldier could fit in the tub, not really putting up a fight. Steve having one leg bent on the side and the other hanging out of the tub. She settling in between his legs squashed. "I guess bath time is over." She accepted the defeat, seeing there would be no way both could fit in the tub together. Steve nodding in agreement.

Natasha standing up, her pale skin shined with water droplets. He could not help himself, he sat up and only tracing the outline of her hip bones and placing his lips on the top of her muscular thigh. Stepping out of the tub, she wrapped herself in a towel.

Turning around to see Steve unable to get out of the tub, making several attempts "You need some help?" She smirked at him. "Next time I will get a handicap bathroom." As Steve continue to get out the small tub.

"Making fun the elderly is a one way to ticket hell you know." Steve finally getting up placing his on hips, most of his clothes soaked, except for shoulders. Seeing the look, he gave her, she tried to get out of his reach, but he was too fast. In one quick motion, she was towel less and swept up into his arms. Pressed against his drenched clothed body. Giving her a kiss while, carefully not wanting to slip, as he made it to the bed.

Placing her on the bed, she watched him pulling off his shirt. Either one breaking eye contact, while he undressed. She found it so sexy watching him removing each article of clothing, seducing her further. It was a type of foreplay she indulged in. His jeans causing difficulty to take off because of the moisture, she smiled watching as he struggled.

Once his pants were successfully around his ankles, she stood in front of him. She pressed her lips against his, pushing back in the arm chair forcing him to take a seat. Kneeling before him, 'let's see how he feels about this.' She thought to herself as to pulled the stiff member out of the top of the boxers. He gave her a questionable look, letting out a soft sigh.

"Trust me." She whispers before she started stroking his erection with both hands and sitting up taller as she licked the tip of his cock.
He gasped as she licked the tip again and wrapping her lips around the top. His whole body was stiff, once she started working her mouth down further on his cock, his muscles relaxed. He dares not move and let her do all the work, but the sounds that escaped his mouth, reassured her, he liked what she was doing.

She looked up at him, his blue eyes meeting hers, 'He likes this.' She noted. Stopping, she stood and giving him a kiss with her extra plump lips. His tongue taking dominance of her mouth, pulling her on top of him. She lowering down on his cock, his mouth on her bare chest and she rolled her hips. Her orgasm building, her walls tight around him, she loved the way he felt within her.

Every time they molded themselves together the fire between grew bigger. Both needing each other, they held the spark for the others flint to start burning. Steve saw Natasha as the strength he need, at his weakest. Natasha could see the good in the world through Steve, and what happily ever after looked like.

His lips kissing hers, as his rhythm picked up, teetering on the edge of her orgasm, his hand holding the back of her neck as he sighed 'let go' against her skin. Causing her orgasm to radiant through her whole body. Tightening around him, his name on her lips, making him fasten the pace. Feeling her second orgasm already building, Steve wrapped his hand around her hair giving it a gentle pull. Her face being pulled towards the up, extending her elegant neck and trailing kisses up to her chin. Simultaneously her orgasm ripping through her body, causing his own orgasm. She collapsed on top of him, limp and barely coinherited.

When she woke a short time later, Steve had placed her in the bed, covered up. He laid next to her, playing with a simple golden chain in his hands. "I saw you admiring this." Steve told her, showing her the single star necklace with a ring encased around it.

"Steve" she said in a high pitch, not her normal voice. "It's beautiful! Thank you." She was overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness.

"I thought you would like it" He said helping her put it on, the gold sparkled off her pale skin.

"I do." She kissed his lips.

"Now knowing you and Clint are only friends, what was with the arrow necklace you wore all time when we were stationed in D.C.?" Steve asked.

"Clint gave me the necklace because it had a GPS chip in it. Just in case I ever got capture. I gave him something similar, his firing glove has a chip in the wrist band. The Inside of the wrist it even says, 'If lost Return to Romanoff.' We were only ever worried about the other being capture when we weren't on mission together. But Ultron showed us we needed to up our game. Up until Germany I had a GPS chip in my shoulder, so Clint could find me. But I removed it when I came looking for you." She told him, revealing more about herself to him.

"Well, this is just a necklace, not an 'if capture, come find me here' necklace." He told her jokingly.

"I love it." She said as she kissed him again.