Steve laid on his back in Natasha's bed. A white silk sheet covered him. He was bare chested. His face was a mix of pleasure and anguish as he tried to breathe through the pleasure. Under the the silk sheet was Natasha. Her head bobbed up and down, as she moaned while Steve groaned through gritted teeth.
"Nat," he groaned loudly.
She picked up the pace. Steve fought back an orgasm, but he wasn't strong enough. Finally, he let go. Even though, he let go, Natasha continued until his body was shaking and he was groaning again and on the verge of pleading for her to stop. She stopped and crawled up from under the sheet. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she crawled up and kissed him. Steve returned the kiss. She lay down beside him.
"Was that your first blow job?" she asked him.
He nodded in the affirmative unable to speak yet.
"Okay, I now know how to get you to stop speaking," she smirked.
"I'm having trouble thinking straight right now," he said.
"Speaking and thinking then," she smiled.
"Um... wow," he sighed.
"I'm glad to have you back home," she purred.
"Home?" he asked.
"My home and yours if you want," she said.
"I want very much," he said then he kissed her long and hard.
He started to get erect again. Natasha reached down and felt his arousal.
"Nat," he groaned.
"What do you want to do, Steve?" she asked him in a husky voice.
"I want to make love to you," he said as she worked her hand up and down on him.
"One condition – I'm on top. I just want you to lay there and let me do the rest," she growled.
"Uh huh," was his response.
Natasha moved on top of him and with her right hand guided him into her. She moaned as she allowed herself to get used to his size then she started to move slowly.
"Jesus, Nat," Steve mumbled.
"I'm in charge, soldier. You just enjoy the ride," she smiled.
AVENGERS
Natasha was called in by Fury. A former KGB and FSB agent turned Hydra was captured. His name was Vladimir Belinsky. Natasha knew him and knew him well. Strike team 6 caught him in Afghanistan selling weapons to terrorists.
Steve decided to go along with her. Once they arrived she went to change into her catsuit, Steve decided to stay in his chinos, chambray shirt, and leather jacket. Clint met him in the viewing area where Fury and Hill were also waiting. Through a two way mirror they watched Belinsky yawn and look as if he didn't have a problem in the world.
"He's a piece of work," said Clint. "He trained assassins and spies, as well as ran black ops. Belinsky became Hydra because he craved more chaos and violence in the world."
"Nat knows him?" asked Steve.
"One of her many trainers in the Red Room," said Clint.
"He's looks to be fifty," said Steve.
"Fifty-two to be exact," said Clint. "Imagine when he was in his twenties he taught young girls how to kill without feelings. As I said the man is a piece of work."
Natasha entered the interview room. She didn't have any weapons on her. She sat across from Vladimir, who was chained to the table. Seeing Natasha he smiled.
"Little Black Widow, it has been years," he said.
"They are both trained in the same interrogation techniques, so Nat is going to have to try something different," Clint told Steve.
Steve nodded and watched. Natasha put her boots up on the table. She leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and stared at him. Vladimir stared back with a pleasant smile on his face.
"Why aren't you dead?" she asked him.
"Lucky," he answered.
"Selling weapons in Afghanistan was a cover, wasn't it?" she said. "You were there for another reason."
"Little widow still the best student," he chuckled.
"Why were you there, Vlad?" she asked.
"I love the hot weather. It is such a contrast from Siberia," he smiled. It was an unctuous smile that made skin crawl.
Natasha thought about it immediately – Siberia. Siberia was important to the KGB and Hydra because it was where they kept and programmed the Winter Soldier. He was letting her know that the Winter Soldier was in play, but it was more than that.
"We are going to dance, aren't we?" she asked.
"You were always a beautiful dancer," he said.
"The super soldier serum Russia developed with the help of Hydra has been used again, hasn't it? The Winter Soldier was given it and then programmed to be an assassin. The serum changed him less than most, so he had to be programmed and reprogrammed and put on ice for years. A fragile effective toy that needed to be used careful and for short periods so his memories would come back. But you're redeveloped it and given it to someone else, someone who is now unstable and difficult like the rest of those given this flawed serum. Except for the Winter Soldier," Natasha stated.
Vladimir clapped even though it was difficult with the handcuffs and chains. He smiled at her.
"You were the best," he said.
"Who is it and who are they supposed to kill?" she asked.
"Widow, you can't make me talk. There is nothing you can offer me to make me talk," he said.
She took her boots off the table and stood up. Walking over to Vladimir she stood behind him for a moment then touched his left shoulder. He jumped at her touched. She then waited and touched his right shoulder. This time he was prepared and didn't jump out of his skin. Using her speed, she moved from behind him to in front of him and with her right hand grabbed his throat.
Hill stood up as if she was going to interfere, but Fury placed his left hand on her and stopped her.
"Let her work," he said.
"All I have to do is apply a little pressure and I'll crush your trachea," Natasha told him. "No one can stop me. No one but you. Tell me the truth and I'll let you live. Remain silent or lie to me and you die," she stated.
"Alexei Shostakov is now the Red Guardian, deadly, jealous and insane. He wants his Widow back and has been told that Captain Rogers needs to die for that to happen. And the Winter Soldier has been activated once again and given his assignment – Captain Steve Rogers. Hydra wants him dead," said Vladimir.
"Just two assassins," smiled Natasha.
"Two greatest assassins in the world. Trained by KGB and bent by Hydra," said Vladimir. "You're husband is coming for you, Little Widow."
Natasha let go of him then she took two steps away from him, stopped, did a twisting kick hitting him right in the jaw knocking him out, and then walked away completely. She looked at the two way mirror.
"Nick, we have a problem," she said.
Everyone adjoined to Fury's office. It had been a difficult interrogation for Natasha's but she acted as if they talked about the weather. Steve felt confused. Alexei Shostakov was jealous of him because he was Nat's husband. He looked over at Natasha but she stared at Fury.
"We need security to go over to Rogers' apartment and beef up security," said Fury.
"He's staying with me," Natasha spoke up.
Hill looked at her in surprise, but Fury acted unfazed.
"How's your security?" he asked.
"Top of the line. Bullet proof glass, alarms wired straight to SHIELD response teams, enforced door," she checked off.
Fury looked at Steve.
"You need to carry a panic button. If you are attacked, you push the button then response teams head straight for you," said Fury.
"I'll drop by security and get one," said Steve.
"Good. For now we'll stay with this level of security, but if we have to then we up the level," said Fury.
"Do you want me to freelance, act as a shadow?" asked Clint.
"Let me think about it," said Fury.
"I could arrange a few things," said Hill.
"No," sighed Fury.
"Anybody hungry? I'm hungry," said Clint. He looked at his watch. "It's lunchtime. Now I'm not in the mood for cafeteria food. Who wants Buffalo wings, burgers, waffle fries, and a pitcher of beer?"
"I do," Steve said.
"Go to lunch, but first pick up the panic button,"said Fury.
AVENGERS
Natasha and Steve entered her apartment. Lunch was convivial, though Steve couldn't wait to get Natasha alone to talk. He took off his leather jacket and watched her, as she slipped out of her coat. Reading her body language he could see she was defensive and cut off right now.
"Who is Alexei Shostakov?" he asked.
She sat down with a heavy sigh then started to take her boots off. Once they were off, she looked up at Steve.
"When I was 18 I was given an assignment. It was Alexei Shostakov. He was a top athlete and pilot, a young man of great skills. The KGB wanted him, so they used me to recruit him. I seduced him, married him, and introduced him to my handler. Because he loved me, he joined the KGB. They trained him to be a top field agent, someone who could do anything. He thought we'd stay married, but I divorced him and dropped out of his life," she explained.
"Did you love him?" Steve asked.
She closed her eyes and then said, "I need to open one of those bottles of Russian vodka that Stark gave me."
Steve didn't press it. She must have loved him. Hell, she might still love him. And Hydra turned him into a super assassin. Suddenly, he felt the need to run, to exercise. He walked into the bedroom and changed into gray sweatpants, tee shirt, and a US Army hoodie. Once he put his running shoes on he was ready.
Exiting the bedroom he saw that Natasha was into her second glass of vodka. She needed time alone.
"I'm taking a jog," he said.
He walked over to the table where his keys, cellphone, and the panic button were.
"Steve, you...," Natasha started to speak.
"I'm going to jog to my apartment. My shield is still there and I think I'm going to need it," he said. "I'll call you."
Before she could say anything else, Steve left. Natasha sighed again then her eyes started to burn with tears. She knew she didn't handle that well with Steve, but Alexei was a painful subject.
Steve kept his speed under control. SHIELD once clocked him going seventy miles hour when running at full speed. He didn't need the attention running down the streets of DC at that speed. His apartment was far enough away from Natasha's to be a good jog. If the widows were boarded up when he got there he was going to stay the night in his place. He still was paying rent on it and he decided he needed some time alone.
Picking up the pace a little, enough to seem like a world class runner, he got to his apartment building. Letting himself in he made it to his apartment and let himself in. The place looked better than he thought. It needed painting and one wall need work where he threw a Hydra agent into it. Unzipping the hoodie he exhaled then he walked over to the refrigerator to see if there was any beer left. He opened it and saw nothing. Everything was gone. If he was going to stay tonight, he'd have to either order out or go to the store.
He walked into the bedroom and retrieved his shield, which he wanted to place beside the front door. As he grabbed his shield there was a knock on the door. He put his shield on his right arm and went to answer the door. Looking through the spy hole, he saw the back of a man's head.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Contractor. I need to take some measurements," he said.
Steve started to open the door. Once he opened it a little a mighty kick opened it the rest of the way pushing Steve back onto the sofa. He rolled off the sofa and came up with his shield in a protective position. A knife hit it and bounced off.
"Captain America, I presume," said the man. Now he had a Russian accent.
"Alexei Shostakova, I presume," said Steve.
"My moi lubimi has talked about me," he said. "That minx. I'll have to punish her."
"You won't touch her," growled Steve.
"Says the weak American," laughed Alexei.
The two men attacked each other. Steve had his shield and Alexie had a Spetsnaz knife. The fight started at vicious and grew worse. The two men fought not to kill but to destroy each other. Once Steve took a punch to the ribs, he knew he didn't have to hold back at all. The serum Alexei had made him almost his equal.
Alexei cut Steve across the left arm and then again across his right ribcage. This led Steve to push him back so hard that the two of the them went through the wall into the hallway. Once in the hallway Steve hit Alexei in the gut with the edge of his shield. When he bent over from the pain, Steve hit him in the face with the shield at full strength. The Russian went up into the air and came down on the hallway floor unconscious.
It was then that Steve saw a long dark hair man. He wore a mask that covered his lower face and was dressed in all black leather, including the black leather jacket he wore. The man was pointing an MP-443 Grach pistol at him. He started to fire at Steve, who lifted his shield just in time. The bullets bounced off his shield harmlessly.
In a moment of instinct Steve bounced his shield off the floor in a throw at the new assassin. His shield was about to hit the man when he reached with his left hand and caught the shield. No one had ever done that before. He caught his shield easily and held it in his hand. The man then threw the shield at Steve, who he make an adjustment to catch it.
Alexei started to moan. He was coming around. Steve put the shield on his right left arm and with his right had he reached into his sweatpants pocket and pressed the panic button.
"Comrade, get up. We must leave," the new assassin said to Alexei in Russian.
Alexei slowly got up. He looked at Steve with hatred.
"I will kill you myself. No one else," he said.
"I'll be waiting," responded Steve.
The two assassins took off. Steve looked at his left forearm. The wounds was already healing. The same for his ribcage injury. He looked at his apartment. It was no longer habitable. Steve shook his head then he went into the apartment to pack a couple of bags. He was going to spend the night at the Triskelion. There was something about the second assassin that was familiar to him. Somehow he thought he knew him from somewhere or some time.
AVENGERS
Steve has changed into jeans and a black tee shirt by the time Natasha arrived at the Triskelion. She ordered person after person to tell her where Steve was but no one knew. Next she went to Fury's office to find Steve and Fury sitting comfortably on his sofa drinking single malt scotch.
"What the hell happened?" she demanded to know.
"Alexei Shostakov and I think the Winter Soldier attacked me. I fought them off and they left before the response team could get there," Steve stated.
"He kicked Alexei butt," smiled Fury. "We had cameras placed in his apartment and the hallway. The Winter Soldier is another problem. He's too smart, too good. He knew not to waste too much time."
"He caught my shield with his left hand," Steve said softly.
"Steve, why didn't you call me?" Natasha asked.
Steve looked at her and wanted to say that she needed time alone, but instead he said, "I needed some time to think. There is something familiar about the Winter Soldier. I think I know him."
"There are rumors that he was an American soldier that the Russian army found during World War II. He was dying and they saved him and turned him into the Winter Soldier," said Natasha. "But there are a lot of rumors about the Winter Soldier."
"So I might have served with him," Steve said more to himself than to anyone else. "I want to sketch him tonight when I'm alone."
"What do you mean alone?" asked Natasha.
"Nick thinks it is best that I stay here and I agree. Too much of a chance of collateral damage if I'm out there right now. I can stay here for now," Steve said.
"You're safe at my place," she stated.
Steve stood up and walked over to Natasha. He took her hands in his and then kissed her forehead.
"You have things to work out on your own. I saw how you reacted to Alexei Shostakov's name. You have unresolved feelings there. I don't want to intrude on them," he said.
She looked up into his blues and then she said, "I don't love him. I have guilt, not love. I love you."
He smiled then kissed her gently on the lips.
"I love you, Nat. I think you should call Clint and have him over as backup. I think you need some time to think without me pressuring you," he said.
"Steve," she sighed.
"I'll be here. You know where to reach me," he smiled. "Now Fury has promised the best pizza in town. Three pies are being delivered – one for him and two for me. You want to stay for some?"
"I think I'll call Clint," she said then she pulled him down and kissed him passionately. "I know who I want and who I love."
Steve smiled.
AVENGERS
Steve slept maybe an hour on his couch in his office. He could have found a cot somewhere but he wanted to stay to himself. The couch was too small, but he had worse sleeping conditions during the war. All his body needed was two or three hours a night, or he could go without sleep for days as long as he carbed up.
Sitting on his couch in his boxers with a tee shirt, he almost naked. If anyone walked in on him he'd blush, but it was now two-forty in the morning and no one was going to walk in on him. Putting his head back he closed his eyes to see if he could sleep sitting up. It was actually more comfortable. Unexpectedly, the light went on in his office. He opened his eyes to see Natasha standing there in a long black leather coat and holding an overnight bag.
"I couldn't sleep without you," she said.
"I sleep better with you, too," he smiled.
"Good," she said then she turned off the light and slipped out of the coat.
She was now standing in front of him nude. Suddenly, Steve had a difficult time swallowing. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"Natasha," he said her name hoarsely.
"Do you mind if I make myself comfortable, Captain?" she smirked.
"Uh huh," was his answer.
She walked over to him, leaned over, pulled off his boxers with some help, and then she straddled him. Pulling his tee shirt off, she tossed it behind her then she grabbed his face and kissed him.
"Don't doubt this, Rogers, I love you more than any man I've known," she said.
He returned the kiss, as she guided his arousal into her. Slowly, she undulated in his lap.
"I love you, Nat," he growled.
"Yeah, I noticed," she smiled then kissed him again.
"It's going to be a long night," smiled Steve.