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This chapter was actually hard to write- I wrote several alternate versions of how it could go down, more versions than I usually do write for a single plot point. But this one is the best one so far, and I decided to post it cos I don't want people thinking I'm abandoning the story.
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"Well, hello, Sharon. Didn't know we were expecting you." Maria Hill greeted as the outer gates opened. Three armed security guards surrounding the blonde cautionedly. "It's alright, boys. She's friendly. You can let her through. She's a friend."
"Maria!" Sharon hugged her once they were close enough. Maria hugged her back. "Been a long time since I last saw you."
"Yes, sorry about that." Maria's lips formed a thin smile. "But hey, you're here. So, what brings you here? As you can see, not everyone can get in. You're a pretty lucky lady."
"Well I was just taking a morning drive, and I just wondered if I should pop by. To see everybody, you know. And of course, Steve." She blushed when she mentioned his name.
Maria frowned. "Steve? How are things...? with you guys I mean."
"It's been going great. We haven't done much, you know, busy with our separate lives. But I think it's getting somewhere."
It took Maria a while to answer. "So Steve doesn't know you're here?"
"Nope. It's a surprise visit."
A wave of confusion hit Maria. She never pictured Steve as a two-timing kind of guy. The guy's too sweet; too much of a gentleman to be messing around with more than a woman at a time. And although she hasn't talked much to him lately; Natasha likewise, she knew for a fact that Steve and Natasha have been screwing each other these past few days. People whose quarters are in the same premises as theirs have been complaining about 'sexual noises'. And although Hill's not curious enough to confirm that fact by herself, she bought it right away. The news seem fitting for some reason; the two do share a lot of chemistry with each other.
They have walked across the fields, and the hangar door automatically opened once they passed the sensor. Hill grew restless, she doesn't want to ruin anything for anyone. It's not her place to.
"Do you even think he's awake yet?" Currently, it was her best attempt she thought of to delay things. She'll probably back down. Maybe. Maybe not. Hopefully yes.
"Hm. I don't know. We'll see I guess. Can you show me the way to the quarters?"
Maria bit her lip. Should she lie? No she couldn't. Sharon's too smart to be fooled. How about if she tell her the truth? No. She can't. It's none of her business. But what about the 'sexual noises' that people have been complaining about? It's still morning. They can't be awake. Nope. Impossible. But that doesn't make everything easier, though. Once she knocked on that door she'll know the truth anyway.
"Yes. It's this way." They entered the hall, leading right to the large space that double functioned as both a kitchen and a living room. Sharon muttered an indistinct whoa, looking at the glass wall that covered the whole right side of the quarter. Maria gestured for them to turn left, to start exploring the rooms. It was quiet. Thank God.
"Do you know which one does he live in?"
"Uh, yes." Maria rubbed the back of her neck anxiously. Please don't be there. Please don't be there.
The two stayed quiet as they paced through the maze-like halls, until they got to the ebony door, a sign saying '134' plastered over a small space on the upper part of it.
"Should I leave you be now?" Maria asked. She really doesn't wanna be there for whatever is coming up next.
"No, no. Stay. I'm nervous. Sharon held her hand. Maria looked down at their two meddled hands. She's done for. There's no going back now.
Sharon started knocking.
Natasha blinked quickly, groaning as she shifted her head. Her bones are aching and her muscles are sore. She didn't have the desire to get up at all. But somebody knocked on the door, for some reason.
She turned to Steve, he was now as awake as she was. Being used to dangerous situations, even the smallest noise would wake them up.
"What time is it?" She buried her face in the pillow.
Steve yawned, glancing at the alarm on the nightstand. "Six." He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tighter. "Ignore it."
But there were more knocks, up to the point that Natasha rose her head from the pillow and groaned, "who the fuck wants to wake us up at six in the morning?"
"Fury." He murmured sleepily.
"Yeah, but not without a pre-mission reminder."
He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her scent. "Let's just sleep."
More knocks.
Natasha groaned again.
"Natasha, just open it if it bothers you so much."
Natasha threw her face back to the pillow one last time before rising up from the bed, putting on his plad shirt that was scattered on the floor. The shirt was so big on her petite figure that it hung to her mid thigh. She buttoned it up as she walked to the door, opening it just enough for her face to peek through.
Two pairs of shocked eyes welcomed her.
"I'm sorry." Sharon said innocently, ignoring the fact that Natasha was wearing the exact same shirt Steve was wearing to the date last night. It could be just a coincidence, right? There's no way they're sleeping together. Steve wouldn't do that. Not to her. "I'm just looking for Steve's room."
Natasha stood more upright, gulping down the guilt. She didn't know what to say. She usually does, she uses lies and tricks for a living. But right now, lie to this innocent looking lady? Sharon? Of course, they're not that close but Natasha doesn't like the idea of doing harm to the good guys. And Sharon IS, one of the good guys.
Maria Hill gave her a look of sympathy but said nothing. Hill knows what's going on. Everybody in this building probably already knows.
"He's uh− " Natasha stopped. "He's sleeping right now. Do you... want me to wake him up?"
"Is he inside?" Her voice trembled.
"Yeah." Natasha answered carefully.
Sharon's face went red. Her eyes were suddenly glassy, she looked like she was going to tear up any second. "No, it's fine. I'll just leave then."
"Sharon−" Maria reached for her but the blonde lady was already scurrying away.
Before going after her, Maria gave Natasha one last look. "Did you know about this?"
Natasha didn't answer. She didn't need to. Hill could already tell the truth from her face.
"Steve. STEVE!" Natasha jumped to the bed, shaking Steve to wake up.
"Hm. What, Nat?"
"It's Sharon. You have to go after her. We messed up." She quickly put her pants back on and went running to the halls to catch up with Sharon.
Steve stood there for a good while−somehow feeling like that something he's about to do is horribly wrong.