They attempted to leave the room; they really did. But whenever one of them started putting clothes on, the other would start doing something, like planting kisses on the back or lips or neck, and everything would go downhill from then on. They would end up on the bed, again, panting, sweating and chests breathlessly heaving. It was a weird situation and they didn't get quieter over time either. Natasha complained about developing some kind of sore feeling between her legs, but it sure didn't stop her or Steve from proceeding what they wanted to do. The need is irrational,yet unbearable. As if they needed it to survive, to cling for their lives, it wasn't so much as it was love, it was just the feeling of longing for contact, of friction and body heat. They even started experimenting, with new positions and foreplay, not rushing to much into it but rather just satisfy each other and toying around with the whole idea of sex. Every once in a while their heads will clear out and they will start talking to one another, drink a fair amount of water,small pillow talks to pass the time, Steve even got her to finally eat the cold burgers he had brought for them. But those moments don't usually last long. Before they know it, they'll be at each other's tongues.
On the other side of The Avengers base, the team were already huddling up around the oval table in the meeting room, Nick Fury sitting at the end of the table, right in front of the presentation screen. They've been waiting there silently for at least thirty minutes before the director said : "Where the hell are Rogers and Romanoff?"
"They're in−" Wanda started, cringing. "Natasha's room."
"Then call them quick to get in here! We have a mission to discuss!" The director scolded.
The new Avengers looked around to each other, wondering which one of them would be bold enough to knock on that door.
"I think they're pretty busy right now." Vision reasoned, Even he knew better than to disturb the couple.
"What in the hell...? How busy can they be to miss World's top security from saving the world?! Falcon, go get them in here now."
Everyone looked at Falcon. Rhodey was trying hard to hold a laugh, while Wanda and Vision gave him a symphatetic look.
Sam hasn't been sleeping. None of them have. The captain and the widow were just... too loud. "With all due respect, sir. I don't know if I could. Or would."
"The captain is dealing with his own...business at the moment." Wanda added.
This time Rhodey cracked up for real.
"Is there something funny, Rhodes?" Nick Fury was still serious as ever.
"Director, I suggest you go check it out yourself before you start rantin' at us innocents."
So walk to their quarter he did. The other Avengers followed, interested in what would happen. At first it was all quiet, but once they got closer to the halls of their living quarters, even Nick Fury made the awkwardest expression anyone has ever seen him wore. But he said nothing and kept on walking. Raising his fist to the door, he took one last breath and cleared his throat before he knocked loudly.
"SAVE IT FOR THE HONEYMOON, CAPTAIN! Get dressed and get your asses out here before I come in there and drag you out. AND YES,ROMANOFF,THAT MEANS YOU TOO."
Then it got quiet. Really, really quiet. For a moment the Avengers were wondering what's going on inside, and it took a few minutes but the door swung open, just a little bit, and Steve peeked through, hair messy and eyes baggy from lack of sleep, his shirtless chest covered with red scratch marks and dark blotches of hickeys, a really big and gaping one on his neck was especially hard to miss. Not even the Captain America suit can cover that one. And boy did the room smell horrible. At least he was wearing pants.
"I can't." He simply answered, his tone desperate and raspy.
"Accoding to your teammates, you two have been going at it since yesterday afternoon. You'll have a lot of time with each other for the rest of your lives. Now is not the time." Nick looked down at him with a shocked expression. He has never seen Steve like this, nor that he expected to ever see him like thing.
"If we go we'll start having sex in the meeting room in front of all of you." He sounded tired, slightly agitated, but nonetheless serious.
"What the hell are you blabbin' on about, Rogers? Keep your shit together. We're all adults here."
"No, the director's right. We should go. We'll explain our condition there." Natasha finally showed up, opening the door wider, her full Black Widow suit on, looking as tired and beat as Steve was but just slightly better. "I'll go." She stoicly walked past them to the meeting room and Steve's gaze followed her as she left. When she dissapeared in a corner, Nick Fury stared down at him. "Captain, get dressed. NOW."
They had just entered the meeting room when Steve literally bolted towards Natasha, as fast as she did to him. When their bodies clashed they were immidiately, inseparably, kissing hungrily, like no one else was even there.
"Uh...okay. This is awkward." The Falcon commented, standing on the doorway like the rest of them with shocked expressions.
Only Nick Fury was brave enough to step forward and abruptly break them off, earning an angry look from both, and as Nick took Steve's arms in his grip to pull him away, Steve groaned and almost roughly punched him. Wanda and Vision rushed to Natasha and Steve to part them for good. Rhodey and Sam joined not long after, parting the two and cuffing them to separate chairs on different ends of the room. The whole process took almost an hour long, given the fact that the two were some of the best martial artists and super soldiers. They were acting like wild beasts, really. And just with that everybody finally figured out that they're not themselves, and everyone quiet down to sit on the remaining chairs, exhausted, except Vision who still looked composed as always.
Ignoring the captain and widow's dilated stare to each other and their heavy efforts to break loose from the cuffs, Sam Wilson spoke up. "What do we do now?"
"First question is what happened to them." Said Nick Fury calmly, massaging the bridge of his nose. How can his two best agents be turned to severe sex addicts?"
"Steve. Hey, buddy, you there?" Sam snapped his finger in front of Steve's face, whose stare was directed at none other than Natasha. Steve snapped out of it and forced his eyes to look at Falcon.
"I'm sorry for trying to punch you, director." He muttered, turning to look at the director, fighting the urge to stare at Natasha. But she's so beautiful.
"Apology accepted." He didn't sound like he meant it. "Now, could you two, or any of you please explain what the hell is going on here?"
"We've been fucking−senselessly." Natasha's words came out sounding like a hiss that made the men uncomfortable. Hearing her, Steve yanked hopelessly at his cuffs and groaned when his effort resulted nothing.
"That we already know." Wanda was the one who looked most uncomfortable being here. She and Natasha had gotten off the wrong foot in the first place, and Natasha has been nothing but cold around her, but now, seeing her like this makes Wanda feel almost sorry for her−a bit grossed out, but still sorry.
"It was the warehouse. When the potions and chemical bottles broke there was this thick..." Steve stopped, tilting his head, his stare focusing on Natasha. "Round, juicy−"
"BRO! Snap out of it!" Sam exclaimed before he goes on further. Truth be told, he has always found Romanoff to be extremely attractive too. But discussing this in the middle of a serious meeting would still be highly inappropiate.
Steve shook his head quickly. "The scientist appeared in the thick chemical fog and we, we..."
"Will it be a better idea to separate them completely?" Vision suggested.
"NO!" Romanoff and Rogers shouted simultaneously. It Rhodey got up with Sam, and with Nick's hand motions they moved the squirming Romanoff on the chair out of the room, while Steve kept frantically screaming "NO! NATASHA!" as they did so. He stayed that anxious for a while longer but finally catches his breath and cleared his head. "We fought him, but he had this smoke bomb with blue fog coming out of it. We finally cornered him and we thought we had the high ground but he had a last resort and he pulled out an actual bomb. Sent us flying few feet across and we hit a rack of chemicals and broke them. It sucked itself into our skin. It was painful."
"Then the two of you fell unconcious?" Wanda asked. "That day,somehow the comms broke, I couldn't reach any of you. I saw all this smoke so I went inside looking for you and Romanoff. I found you two lying in the midst of the fog so I took you both and carried you out."
"It's okay, really. It was my fault. We came unprepared." He looked down, ashamed of himself. He knew he was acting absolutely crazy just a few minutes ago. "But can you, please, bring her back inside?" He looked at Fury with a begging look. "Please."
Everybody else rolled their eyes but agreed to his request.
In the end, after the two promised they won't shed any clothing in the room, they let Natasha go from her binds and she fell into Steve's lap almost immidiately, making out in the corner like horny teenagers, while the rest of the Avengers and Nick Fury discussed on what to be done.
"Man, now I wished I was the one who entered the warehouse with Romanoff instead." Said Sam, earning a slap on the back of his head from Nick Fury. Natasha had been like a daughter to him, and as a father, seeing his daughter making out in front of his eyes is not a pleasant sight. But he decided to ignore it.
"Can you do your thingy majigee to those two lovebirds? I'd like them back. I'd like a captain and a widow. Not an aroused captain and horny widow." The Falcon sighed.
"Shame that the scientist is dead... if he wasn't this would've been so much easier." The Vision uttered, after being quiet most of the time.
"Rhodey, maybe you can contact Stark? See if he could help with this?"
"Honey, Stark is an engineer. Who we need is Dr. Bruce Banner."
"Too bad he's missing." Nick folded his arms across his chest, leering at the two making sure they still have their clothes on. Fortunately they did.
"Maybe we should call Barton in for help."
Everyone stared at Rhodey, agreeing with the idea.
"Great." Sam puckered his lips. " In the meantime I'll drive to the pharmacy to get stuff they'll probably need."