Chapter 33: Domestic bliss

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Sorry for the long wait. But after Infinity War I kind of lost my will to participate in the fandom. The movie was great and all but it gave me nothing to work with. Also the person I felt like having the same wavelength with and understood most was Thanos… And that not only confused my friends but also drove me away from the fandom. Right back into the arms of my childhood love dbz. I even made Trunks' jacket and read several dozens of VegetaBulma fanfics. (When I was into that fandom I didn't even know what Cosplay was. So now I am trying to get that fixed ^^)

summary: Nat and James enjoy their life as a married couple, as well as a little quarrel, and the following sex. Clint has a chat with their son in the early morning hours.

and as always for the (not that much btw) more mature parts I would be banned for on ffnet, I put brackets in to show that there was something

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Natasha's fingers ghosted over his muscular chest as they enjoyed a lazy morning as husband and wife. The sex last night had been special. The way he had treated her was not only passionate, but had felt like worshiping. Every touch, every thrust perfectly executed to invoke the most pleasurable climaxes until her body acted on its own accord, until she was blinded by the intensity of it. He had given her everything. And that clearly showed in the deep sleep he had fallen into after they had finally sated their desires.

With a sigh she kissed his shoulder right where metal and skin met. The muscles in her arms protested at she lifted herself from the sheets to wander lower. After last night her back had really taken a hit as well. Not from the force they'd used but the stamina involved in hours of sexual pleasure. Her lover was still fast asleep as she moved downward, pulling the covers with her until she could lay her head on his hips. This man was a piece of art. Her breath over his sensitive groin made his already hardened morning wood swell even further. It rested heavily on his muscular abdomen. She lifted her hand to trace a line along one of the veins and smirked as he stood to full attention. But from the unchanging rhythm of his breathing she knew he was still out like a light. Well, time to spark it again. [...] her in his half sleep.

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The Soldier's breath hitched and he furrowed his brows when he came to his senses, and instantly lost them again.

Natasha had expected him to respond to her ministrations quicker than normal, but not that fast. Especially considering how often they'd come undone last night.

"Oh, doll…" James groaned as his fingers buried into her hair, pushing her closer instinctively. He lifted his head to get a look and was lost in the lascivous glance she gave him. "Fuck!" The Soldier swore before he exploded in her mouth.

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The Soldier sighed in satisfaction as his fingers gently massaged her scalp before motioning her to return into his arms.

She let go of his manhood with a naughty sound, enjoying how his jaw dropped at the sight. Before finally joining him on the pillow she got a glimpse of how he hardened again. "Good?"

James gave her a breathless chuckle. "Amazing way to wake up, doll." He arranged her on top of him, massaging her back, kneading her sore muscles. "I'm ready to go again, if you want to...?"

Natasha laughed and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "No, I'm good. I'm afraid I might pull something." She stretched her limbs, making sure her womanhood rubbed against his thigh.

The wetness on his skin instantly had an effect on him. His senses sharpened, his body finding strength where he had been sure was only boneless tiredness. His hand wandered over her bottom, giving her a quick squeeze which made her gasp and giggle, before his fingers sneaked further down and between her folds. "At least let me state my claim over you."

She snorted. "You've gone all caveman last night as well. What's up with all that primal thinking?"

"I want to mark my territory. I want everyone to know your my wife." He added two more fingers as he pushed into her further.

Natasha hissed at the invasion before spreading her legs for an easier access. A slight pain mingled with the pleasure it brought. God, she was sore… But after a nice hot shower everything should be back in business down there. And then she would make sure he didn't forget how much she liked to play with the beast inside of him that he had held back last night. This rough, possessive move of his right now was already a good start.

He worked on her with the tips of his fingers. It was a rather impractical position for it but he knew her spots very well, and how to reach them. James quickly smelled the arousal in her scent. Damn this woman was irresistible. He could almost taste how ready she was, how ripe, how… James fought the urge to claim her again, to fill her to the brink.

Natasha sensed his struggle and looked up into his face. "What's wrong?"

James closed his eyes. "Oh, nothing… It's just that I…" He blushed and tried not to chuckle. "Your body is kinda telling me it wants my juice."

Natasha snorted again. "What?"

"You're ready… fertile… It drives me into mating mode." Okay, maybe it has been a bad idea to share this information.

"You can actually sense that?" She gave him quizzing look, trying to see if this was just a ploy to get the action going.

"Yes, I can pick it up in your scent. Now more than ever. It's at its height." He blushed even more and bit his lip.

"Will you be able to tell if I'm pregnant before a test can?" Now he had peaked her curiosity.

"What?" James stared at her with his eyes blown wide. "I… How should I know?"

"I'll wait for the moment you see an ant crawling towards me as a threat. When you're getting illogically overprotective is the moment you sense a bun in my oven."

If he hadn't been lying on this pillow with her so comfortably spread out over him he would have smashed his head against the wall. "Don't talk like that about our future baby." He pulled his hands away from her hips and decided to use it to tickle her.

Natasha squealed and fought against him in laughter. "Okay, I yield." When he let go she collapsed on his body again with a sigh. "How about we try to sleep for another half an hour?"

"Great idea." He pulled her closer before already slipping into the world of dreams again.

Natasha managed to stay awake only a few seconds longer than him, but long enough to realize how gently his hand rested on her belly.

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Alexei made his way into the kitchen as quietly as possible to not wake the others in the house. He didn't need that much sleep and decided he could sit in the dining room for little while to watch the sun rise outside. He filled himself a glass of water and walked to the table when he saw Hawkeye sitting on a chair staring at him.

"Early bird or did your parents keep you up?" The man asked with a smirk.

"Early bird. The device you've given them works very well." Alexei said casually in a tone that didn't fit his age.

Clint was only mildly surprised by the boy's straightforwardness and understanding of the situation. He knew kids could sometimes be shocking with what they knew while everyone believed they were just too young to get it. And especially this premature son of Black Widow with his sharp mind and tongue. Natasha's genes dominated his character which Clint was grateful for. "So, you're quite good with the bow."

"What are you talking about?" It was a difference of day and night in how he answered from the words he has spoken before. Now there was the child faking innocence.

"Oh, you can't fool me. I've known your mom for years. I can tell when she's playing me. And you're nothing but a novice in her craft." Clint focused on the boy's eyes to see the reaction in his pupils.

"You don't even recognize half of the times she's fooling you." Alexei snapped at him. If the clueless little boy trick didn't work then he could play the stubborn teenager card.

"Whatever…" He pointed at the chair next to him. "Come on, sit down."

Warily the boy did as he was told.

"Back to the point. How did you manage it? Your mom didn't train you so how could you have hit Barnes' arrow?" Even the archer himself couldn't always manage it but Clint wouldn't admit that.

"Luck?" Alexei said with a shrug.

"No. But I'll tell you one thing: When your parents decide to train you I'll be the one teaching you the magic of bows."

Alexei raised an eyebrow at that formulation. "You?"

Clint gave him a wide grin. "Learn from the best."

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"I wish we could stay like this forever." James had that cat-got-cream-grin permanently spread over his face while he drew his fingers over Natasha's red curls. He was certain his own hair must look tousled and so out of place it was hilarious but hers… Vibrant, silky and with just that hint of 'I had a very good night'. How she could always looks like the most beautiful woman on the planet was a question he might never answer. He could watch her for hours, trying to memorize every single strand, every eyelash, every slight twitch of her lips turning into a smile.

She looked at him sheepishly. "Domestic bliss, really?"

"I mean this might actually be the happiest I have felt in my entire life." He drew closer. Despite having sated his desire last night his body seemed to disagree but right now he just couldn't muster the strength to do something about it. Not when he was so content with her in his arms.

"The feeling is mutual." She purred and snuggled closer. The sun was just rising over the winter wonderland outside and she had no intention of getting up. James was warm and cuddly and had such artistic scratch marks all over his chest from last night she wanted to marvel at. She had been trying to tickle out the beast but James had held back, used his skills to draw out the pleasure until the teasing became almost painful itself.

"I just wanted to ask… Well, I told you my story about what I said to our superiors… Did Madame B ask any questions?"

"Yes, she did." Natalia had given her a briefing on how her first night had been. But nothing beyond that was shared. The only evaluation the young Black Widow had gotten had been Madame B's cold stare. Or so Natasha had thought until now. After hearing his version she could piece some memories back together that hadn't seemed connected before. And her mind filled in the void in between.

He looked at her questioningly and with a hint of sadness. "So?"

"She was quite blunt."

Madame B had ordered her to appear in her office after the morning lessons and Natalia knew very well why she wanted to see her.

"I had to make sure to school my expression. She was very good at reading her students."

"Did you climax?"

"Was this relevant to the training?" She asked with a blank face.

"During a mission you have to stay in control of yourself. An orgasm can cloud your senses, make you miss a knife or gun pointed at you."

"The Soldier wanted to make sure I knew how an actual release feels like so I would able to fake it if required." She answered the question in the most evasive way possible.

The Madame just looked at her, eyes piercing into Natalia's soul. "Then you're fortunate. Most of the other girls don't have a tutor this skilled. It appears our choice to pair you two will prove fruitful. But don't lose sight of your main objective." She threatened.

Natalia nodded. "I won't. There is nothing more satisfying than a mission well executed." She hoped the Madame wouldn't catch the half-lie.

"You're still young." Her voice was colder now. "Try to learn from him. You will be given a new room for more privacy. He will visit you every night to continue your training. Also test your seduction skills in other situations. But only with the Soldier for now." She reminded with a particular emphasis. "Let's see if you can make HYDRA's most powerful weapon turn into needy puppet."

"I will prove that the Red Room's graduates are superior to the Germans' creations."

Her expression was a mixture of suspicion and disgust. "But never forget that love is for children. I know young women your age often succumb to a fantasy. That is not your path."

"Understood, Madame."

"In a few weeks we will see if you're ready for the ceremony. Serum injections will now only happen once every other week as to not interfere with your secondary objective."

Natalia saw the glint in her eyes. There was more. But she wouldn't question it.

Once Natasha had finished telling her story the Soldier spoke up. "Why did they decrease the injections? I know that since you were practically children they did the process not over a days long period like with the adult men who were already on the peak of their physical power, but over several years and more balanced during puberty." He furrowed his brows at that. "It meant a prolonged procedure but it brought more…" Survivors. "...successful candidates. And they started with the girls who had just learned to walk properly. So there was enough time to train and inject them. You were a bit dizzy the first few hours and even the slightest touch could hurt like flames beneath the skin. But usually after lunch you were ready to be trained by the instructors."

Natasha grimaced at that. "After the ceremony we got a bigger amount of the juice. I don't remember much of the first weeks. I was constantly strapped to a bed so I couldn't hurt myself. My body burnt so hot and revolted against it."

He had felt her shiver and gently caressed the memory of the pain away. He remembered the days Zola had experimented on him, knowing it was similar. "But you survived."

"Yeah…" She mumbled while she couldn't shake the ominous feeling the words 'secondary objective' brought up in her. "I don't think you remained my tutor after that. I have no memory of seeing you while I finished to mature into a woman. The next moments I can recall are some steamy nights in a motel while I was already a fully trained Black Widow."

James viewed it with sarcasm. "Maybe I was upset because our training was done and they had to freeze the heat out of me."

"Don't joke about it like that." She chided him grimly. "It seems like the only logical answer. I remember missions during those years so I guess the time wasn't wiped from me."

"They must have realized we had gotten compromised. Otherwise I'm sure they would have used us together on missions. We were the best they've ever had. Seems like a waste of potential."

"Maybe the higher-ups couldn't decide on the right targets?"

He didn't give her an answer.

With a huff Natasha pushed herself upright. "We should get up soon though. You need to wake Alexei and I should help Laura with the breakfast."

They made it out of the bed yet took a while in the shower...

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Before they finished dressing Natasha's phone vibrated on the nightstand.

James was just exiting the bathroom with newly shaven face and some comfortable pants when she hung up.

"Breakfast on the jet. I have a mission and it might be useful to have you at my side for it as back-up."

"You think you'll need me?" The Soldier asked and his entire stance changed from domestic and carefree into something darker.

"Not for the target. But I'll go insane on the flight with longing."

"So I'm your on-flight entertainment?" He asked with a mock-exasperated expression.

She gave him a quick kiss before packing her stuff. "Alexei will stay here for now. If everything goes smoothly we'll be back for dinner."

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The Black Widow's graze drifted over the crowds. "I've located our target." Natasha whispered as she hugged him. What appeared to be a casual contact was used to turn him into the right direction to see their marks as well. "Brown coat, black hair, taking pictures with his phone."

"He's not photographing the decoration." James remarked after he had found him.

"No, he's picking targets."

"What do we do? Drag him away with a gun pressed to his back?"

"No, I don't want to risk anything. He knows we won't shoot with so many civilians around."

James raised an eyebrow. "Both of us could hit a moving target from across the park without hurting an innocent."

"Let's distract him, lure him away from the crowds."

"How?"

She put on her gloves, covering the wedding ring. "Just watch me."

The Soldier felt anger flare inside of him as she flirted with their target. He knew it was only a plot to lure him away but that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to feel jealousy. And it would turn the final kill shot into a feast he'd savor.

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Natasha grimaced as she walked up to the doorstep. James had taken her so hard on the pilot seat that she would be sore for days. And it was worth every twinge. He had still held back but the jealousy had loosened a few of the bonds he had chained himself in. So that was the way of tickling out the passionate beast she knew he had inside him.

James was still brooding. She had done it on purpose, to get him riled up. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it. He had never thought he could climax that often in only a four hour long flight in the jet. The overwhelming urge to claim her as his had overpowered him thoroughly.

Laura greeted them on the porch. "Successful?" She directed the question at Natasha with a certain undertone.

"Yep." Natasha tugged at the cloth of her pants near her thighs to give herself more space and therefore a bit less friction on her oversensitive nerve bud.

"Good." She let them inside. "Clint's currently out with the kids and I prepared the bathtub. Thought you guys might to wash up."

"Very much appreciated." Natasha gave her a quick hug before taking the Soldier's hands. "Once we're done I'll start packing. It's time to head back."

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Hope you enjoyed. Please review and share your wishes for future scenes.

Not sure if I want to be Hela again at the Comic Con in Stuttgart or finish my BW comic version catsuit or go for dbz charas… I feel… like I'm without a goal… in all parts of the fandom. Cosplay, Fanart/Dôji, Fanfics,...

Usually I leave a fandom after 3 years. I've already been into Marvel since 2013. I am overdue for a change…

Should I finish this story? I have so many drafts. Already enough to double the amount of words I've uploaded until now.

Here's a little preview for the next chap:

Steve didn't seem to notice him, his head swinging from side to side as if...

Bucky walked up to him, pulling out one of the headphones out and sticking it into his own ear.

The Captain almost jump, a startled gasp leaving his mouth. "Bucky?"

"What are you listening to?" He quickly pulled the thing out. "Damn, why's the volume up this much?"

Steve's face got red and he chewed his lower lip, trying to find an appropriate answer. "I have enhanced hearing."

"Then why...?" It clicked in his mind. With a wide grin on his face he tried to suppress his laughter. "That loud, eh?"

"Every... word." His skin was already past crimson.

"Oh, come on. See it as an education."