A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait. I've been struggling with this chapter and then I got sick. Updates will start coming regularly again, though. Enjoy.

There's nowhere that I wouldn't follow, there's nothing that I won't do for your kiss,

I love you like there's no tomorrow, 'cause nothing ever felt like this,

There's nothing I won't steal or borrow, I'll travel on a boat or airplane,

I'll explore a world of sorrow, 'cause when I find you I know, I know I'ma be okay,

See the times are changing, and I'm sure of nothing that I know,

Except this is us, and this is love, and this is where I'm home,

In a world that's breaking, where nothing is for keeps,

Oh, this is us, this is love, and this is where I sleep,

This is us, this is love, and this is where I sleep,

I'm from a generation undecided, I'm restless and I can't help changing lanes,

But in all the noise and the excitement, your love is all that will remain,

I've said all of my goodbyes to ego, I gambled all I got, there's no plan B,

It's the first time that I've learnt to let go, it's the only place I feel, only place I feel like me,

See the times are changing, I'm sure of nothing that I know,

Except this is us and this is love, and this is where I'm home,

In a world that's breaking, where nothing is for keeps,

Oh this is us, this is love, and this is where I sleep

Where I Sleep – Emeli Sande

As Natasha's suit opens on the quinjet, she steps out and takes a seat next to Laura Barton. The mission has gone smoothly so far and the Barton family are on their designated quinjet, heading towards the compound. Lewis is sitting on the other side of Laura, Lila sitting next to her and asking questions quicker than Darcy can answer.

Natasha can tell that the young girl is getting tired, though. Nathaniel is already asleep, strapped into his car seat that is strapped into the quinjet seat. Vision sits next to the baby, one hand on the car seat as if to secure it further. Cooper is half asleep, leaning against Mack as the large man talks quietly to Daisy. Everyone still has their comms on and connected to the AIs, but are mostly ignoring each other's conversations.

"Widow, there appears to be a helicopter on course to the Barton farm." Morana, Natasha's AI for her suit of armor, says through her earpiece. Natasha gets up with a slight smile for Laura, though the woman can obviously tell that something is up. She knows this life and she knows Natasha.

Making her way to the front of the quinjet where May is sitting behind the controls, she leans over to speak to the woman so no one else can hear her unless they're wearing an earpiece.

"Morana picked up a chopper headed for the farm. Vision, I need you to stay with the family in case something goes down. You need to make sure they stay safe. No matter what. I'll take Friday and Eris outside with me and secure a perimeter around the quinjet." Natasha says in a low voice so that her voice doesn't carry. She doesn't want to worry anyone unnecessarily.

May nods slightly as if Natasha was speaking directly to her. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she could see that no one had outwardly reacted to her words and everything still appeared normal. Cooper's fallen asleep completely, leaning on Mack, and the large man has his arm securely around the boy. Laura has her arm wrapped around Lila as Darcy moves slightly closer. Vision has one hand closed around the handle of Nathaniel's car seat and she knows that he won't let anything happen to the family.

Leaving the front of the jet, she gets back into her suit and lets it close around her as Friday's and Eris's suits step away from their docking bays and meet her at the back of the jet. She debates getting Morana to call Tony but she doesn't want to distract him while he's on his own mission. She really doesn't like them being separated, even though it's happened countless times before and she never had a problem with it. She supposes that's what happens when you start developing feelings for someone in their line of work. You know the danger they face at any given moment and it's worse than anything you could come up with if you didn't know the job.

Natasha has worked on both sides of the fence and she knows the lengths people will go to if something they want is out of their reach. She's seen it with the KGB, the Black Widow program, and Shield. But she's not the type to sit passively while someone she cares for is in trouble, either. And she knows Tony would never go down without a fight. She's seen what he's capable of and between the two of them and their new team, she has no doubt they'd be the victors.

Flying out of the back of the quinjet while it was over eight thousand feet in the air is an interesting experience. Her suit is made to withstand a higher altitude and she's sure that it has something to do with Tony's trip through the portal, but she hasn't asked and she doesn't know if she should. But dropping into the sky at such a height is an exhilarating feeling. Not feeling the wind was slightly strange the first few times, but the feeling was quickly overcome at the feeling of her body being able to maneuver through the sky so freely. The suit was amazingly fast, able to break the sound barrier when needed. She'd even done it a few times, flying beside Tony and Friday.

Now, she focuses mainly on stealth, Friday and Eris doing the same. Their suits are equipped with a stealth technology ten times better than Shield had ever had. Now that the organization is working alongside the New Avengers, Tony has been hired as a consultant once again and is slowly making new tech for them. He's already made better body armor for the agents, similar to what he supplied the military, law enforcement agencies, and others with similar jobs. He was still staying away from lethal weapons but he did help Shield with their Icer tech and non-lethal stunning weapons.

As she flies higher into the sky, Friday and Eris following her lead, they space out, creating what Tony had dubbed the Triangle of Death. Natasha stay closest to the back of the jet, letting Morana control the radar to detect any incoming, as Friday and Eris move towards the front and sides of the jet. One at a time, they will fly down, a few hundred feet below the jet, then back up above the jet, creating a constant yet undetectable wave. It wasn't perfect but it's close.

"Nothing on the radar so far." Natasha reports back to everyone on comms. She receives affirmatives from her two companions, Vision, and May.

The three females continue their Triangle of Death as the jet speeds through the night sky towards home. About forty-five minutes away from the Compound the comms crackle and Natasha can't help but smile when she hears Tony's voice.

"Did you miss me?" He asks her. "What am I saying, of course you missed me. It's me."

She lets out a small laugh and she hears several other voices join hers. The comms go silent again and they land at the compound thirty minutes later.

"Coulson says debrief can wait until morning." May says to them in her usual, no-nonsense tone.

"Sure." Tony says as he watches the Bartons unload from the quinjet. "Mrs. Barton."

"Mr. Stark." Laura says with a weary smile. "Please, call me Laura. And thank you so much for your generosity, for letting us stay here."

"Sure." Tony says again because he's never been good with thanks and would much rather prefer people to accept his gifts and favors without words. The acceptance is enough of a thank-you in his mind, though it irks Natasha. She knows that their former team is less than appreciative when it comes to what Tony gives them. She knows that she's been less than appreciative but she's trying to change that.

Without letting herself think too hard about it, Natasha reaches out and grabs Tony's hand, lacing their fingers together as they wait for the two families to gather around them. Tony glances at her and smiles slightly but then looks straight ahead again and doesn't comment. As soon as the two families reach them, they turn towards the Compound and head inside.

"Okay, so, for now, I have two apartments free near Lewis and Foster." Tony tells the group that follows them. "Renovations are ongoing in the other two wings. Your access cards are waiting for you on the kitchen counter. Blue is for the adults, green for the kids. If you need anything just ask Friday, she'll be able to relay the message to where it needs to go."

"Thank you." All three adults tell him and Natasha smiles slightly at his uncomfortable look.

"I'm sure you're all tired so we'll let you get settled in." Natasha says, leading Tony back down the hallway as the families go into their new apartments.

When they get to their room, Natasha heads for the shower while Tony checks his email and other messages. It doesn't take her long to wash off and she's back in their room, a new silk robe that perfectly matches her emerald eyes is wrapped securely around her with matching lace panties underneath. She doesn't know when Tony got either items, or when he'd had them placed in their room, but she likes them. Judging by the feeling of the material as it glides across her skin, it is an expensive set.

There was no tag to check, so she has no idea how much it cost or the brand. Not that any of that matters. Though, it does fit perfectly as if it was tailored just for her.

Tony steps past her and goes into the bathroom as he's talking to Friday, dictating replies to messages. She hears the water turn on in the shower and she heads for their closet, which is actually the size of a small bedroom.

As she opens the door to the closet, she pauses for a minute. She's positive that there's more clothes in there than what was there previously. She can't tell how much more, but she knows it's more and that it's been done recently.

"Friday?" She calls out softly as she takes note that some items still have tags on them. Expensive tags. "Are there more clothes than usual in here?"

"Yes, Natasha. Boss thought it was a good idea for you to have some new clothes and he told me to order based on your previous choices in clothing. I used the scans on record from your uniform fitting."

"Okay." Natasha replies as she takes that information in. She supposes that it's okay, it's Tony's money after all. And she really does like the new robe.

Shaking her head slightly, she moves further into the large closet. Everything seems to have been arranged according to classification, style, and color. Her shoes are also arranged in a similar fashion and she notices a few extra pairs of those, too. The clothing items that are a complete outfit are separated into another section.

On the wall that faces the bedroom, there's a long counter with shelves above it. In the center of the counter, there's a space set up as a vanity area. A small alcove under the counter top allows Natasha to sit comfortably in a chair that faces the counter. Over half of the wall behind the counter is mirrored and the counter on either side of the chair has drawers lining the front all the way to the floor.

Sitting in the chair, Natasha pulls out a face moisturizer and a leave-in conditioner for her hair. She applies the moisturizer first, then adds the conditioner to her hair. The conditioner smells like honey and lemon. She cleans her hands off before selecting a lotion, milk and honey. Dropping the robe, she slathers the lotion all over her body.

Natasha retrieves the robe and puts it on the hook that is on the back of the closet door. She crawls under the covers seconds before Tony comes out of the bathroom in a pair of red boxer briefs. He slides under the covers with her and she moves to her usual position, her leg thrown over his hips, her arm around his waist, and her head on his shoulder. She feels him press his face to the top of her hair and breathe deeply and a smile slides across her lips.

Tony's heart beats in her ear as his arm wraps around her back, his hand playing with her hair. His other hand moves to her waist, sliding along her skin softly. Looking up, Natasha meets Tony's soft brown eyes and her breath catches softly. The sparkle he used to have is slowly coming back and it's beautiful. Pressing up, she presses her lips against Tony's softly. It's barely a kiss, their lips just resting against each other.

It only takes a second, and then Tony is deepening the kiss, his hand tangling in her hair as his other hand tightens on her hip. She pushes herself up towards him as his hand moves from her hip to her thigh and he maneuvers her so that she's straddling him. She doesn't hesitate in moving her hands to cup his jaw as she licks her way into his mouth.

He turns quickly, putting her on her back and he falls between her thighs, using his arms to keep his weight off of her. Natasha is having none of that, though, as she drags her bare feet up his calves and the backs of his thighs to press into his buttocks. He gasps at the contact and she moves her feet back down, resting her thighs around his hips and holding him to her as she arches her back. Tony's lips move over her jaw and down her throat and her fingers dig into the bare flesh of his back.

"Tony." She manages to gasp out and he pulls back to look at her. It feels so right to be here with him like this. For this to be happening. She moves her hands around to his chest and runs her fingers down his body until she can grasp the waistband of his underwear.

Natasha tugs at them lightly, making sure that Tony is comfortable with where this is going. He nods and lifts up, helping her remove the material before gripping the lace material of her panties and sliding it down her body.

Slowly, so slowly, he lays back down on top of her and gives her the gentlest kiss she's ever received. The care he takes makes her eyes burn with unshed tears. Blinking away the moisture, she lifts her head and presses a kiss to his mouth again, nearly panting as he moves a hand down her body to between her legs, testing her readiness.

He groans when he makes contact with her core and then he's drawing back to look at her again as he uses the same and to guide his erection to her center. The feeling of him entering her, so slowly, is nearly overwhelming as she stares into his dark eyes. She would have never thought that she'd end up here, naked underneath Tony Stark.

When he's fully seated inside of her, he stares at her, a look of wonder in his eyes. He doesn't speak, though, and neither does she. He starts to move, a gentle rocking of hips, and she moves with him. They take it slow, not rushing towards a finish. Light moans and shallow gasps accompany whispered words as Tony makes love to her.

Natasha feels her orgasm rise leisurely, a calm wave building as Tony moves inside of her, his eyes never losing contact with hers. He comes before her and she can feel him pulsing which sets off her own orgasm. She doesn't want to look away from him and she holds his stare until his arms shake and threaten to give out. He slides out of her and moves to the side to lay on his back, breathing hard. She rolls over, too, and resumes her previous position of throwing one leg over Tony's hips and an arm over his stomach.

Resting her head on Tony's chest once more, listening to the beat of his heart, Natasha starts to fall asleep, the beat lulling her into a state of relaxation. This is what home feels like. This safe, warm, comforting place.