A/N:

Hello readers. Its always a pleasure to get to all of you. This chapter was quite difficult to write. I didn't know what I wanted, so I apolgise if this isn't a great chapter. But here it is anyway.

My beta, timeywimeyslytherin, deserves a damn cookie for all their hardwork.

Disclaimer: Only the storyline belongs to me.

I for Incorrigible:

"I'm so tired of misconceiving what else we could've been" ~Mumford And The Sons, Believe.

Steve cracked his eyes open, adjusting them to the dim light. He'd been awoken by the rustling of clothes. Natasha was slipping on her jeans, trying to stay as quiet as possible. "You're leaving," it wasn't a question, he knew she wouldn't stay.

"Yeah. Didn't mean to wake you," she said, not even looking at him, maybe afraid of seeing the hurt on his face or maybe guilty, he could never tell. And he was hurt, a lot, despite it being the millionth that this was happening.

So very often, she'd come to him, demanding nothing more than his body and he would always oblige. They'd ravish each other and she would scream his name and he would whisper hers, almost like a prayer. Together they'd come undone and then she'd leave, just like that. She called it sex, he called it making love, a mere difference in perspective.

Every morning, they would act as nothing had happened, going about their usual routines. It was like a one night stand, over and over again, except one of them was falling deeper in love, deep enough to hurt.

So as she pulled on her coat, ready to leave, he stopped her. He couldn't do this. "What's the point?" he asked when she raised an eyebrow.

"The point of what Rogers? Sex? Well let me educate you," sarcasm evident in her voice.

"Oh so now I'm Rogers? Not Steve or baby? Are those reserved only for the times when you use me?" He wasn't too sure about why was he saying this, he just was.

"Using you? That's bullshit and you know that too. We're both adults, you should've said no if you had a problem. Also, I wait till you fall asleep okay. So it's not like I just use you and vanish." Her voice was getting angrier, her stance downright defensive.

"Wow, I feel terribly privileged that you allow me joy of falling asleep next to you and waking up to an empty bed." Steve, too, had started raising his voice.

"What do you want huh? What do you want me to say? To say I'm sorry? I'm not."

"No I don't need a damn apology. What I need is something more than just a purely physical relationship. Is that too much to ask?"

"Don't say that. You know that's something we can never be." She was yelling now, her hands were fists on his chest.

"Why what is so difficult with asking each other about our days? Why can't I be the one you lean on when the monsters find you?" He had removed her hands from his chest and had pinned her against a wall. God, she was so sexy when she was mad.

"Damn you Steve! Why can't we keep this up? It was going well. Don't ruin it!"

"I am going to ruin it because I love you and I'm so close to kissing you, you have no idea."

"You are incorrigible. What cou-" She was cut off mid-sentence as Steve's lips came crashing down on hers. Her hands find their way to his hair while Steve pulls her closer, hands on her waist. A round two was due.

A/N:

Like I stated previously, not too happy with this chapter. Hope you liked it anyway. Oh also, I've been wanting to write some angry smut for this couple, I mean its just an idea. The thing is, my beta and I aren't very well educated, experienced or well read in this department. So in case any of you lovelies would like to help, please PM me.

One more thing. I won't be doing A/Ns anymore, simply due to the lack of time unless I have to tell all of you something, etc. There won't be any disclaimers either, cause lets be honest, everyone knows I don't own anything that is MCU related. And yeah, that's all. So please R&R and I'll see you in the next chapter. :)

~TSF