Rumlow is a dick

Chapter 3

Barton was back and Natasha was practically attached to his hip. They were at a debriefing for Level 8 agents and when Steve got to the conference room Barton had already taken a seat next to Natasha. Steve usually sat next to Natasha in every meeting and he couldn't stop the jealousy he felt when he saw them together. Agent Hill wasn't here yet and so Barton and Natasha had their heads close to each other and were whispering. Barton said something that made Natasha laugh. He looked up and when he spotted Steve he nodded a hello to him and then continued to whisper in her ear. He chose to ignore them and sat down to Coulson who had his first official day after months of hospitals and rehab. He knew that Natasha was still pissed at Fury for telling them Coulson died to manipulate them into fighting Loki and the Chitauri. While they were fighting in the streets of Manhattan, Coulson was fighting on a OR table for his life.

"Good to have you back, Coulson." Steve gave him a smile.

"Thanks. Good to be back." He looked at Barton and Natasha. "It's gonna be weird not to be their handler anymore. I hear you and Natasha work quite well together?"

"Um, I guess we do." Steve took a sip from his coffee that was still too hot. Fuck, he burned his tongue. Fury offered him after his first six months at SHIELD that he could have a new partner if he wanted to. He declined. Working with someone other than Natasha felt wrong. He preferred the missions where it was just the two of them.

"I'm gonna go back in the field." Coulson said. "Fury gives me my own team."

Steve nodded at him and Agent Hill came in and started the briefing.

Natasha caught him on his way out after Hill was done.

"Hey, you wanna spar?" She gave him her signature smirk.

"You don't wanna spar with Barton?" He sounded more bitter than he intended. God, why was he jealous? For some reason he could picture Bucky at this moment rolling his eyes at him. You know why you're jealous, punk.

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows. "He's gotta talk to Fury. Besides he's no match for me."

She grabbed his elbow and he could feel her warmth even through his uniform. He noticed that she touched him more now. Her hand on his shoulder here and a short pat on his knee there. He didn't know why she did it, he just knew he liked it a lot when she touched him.

"So you gonna let me kick your ass, Steve?" She looked up at him, mischief strong in her eyes.

"Pff, you wish. I'll meet you in ten at the ring." He grinned and she let go off him and walked down to the elevator.

Natasha was already in the ring and stretching when he came to the gym. She was wearing only a sports bra and tight yoga pants. He knew that she wore it to distract him and he was ashamed to admit that it worked. She had a really nice figure. He wasn't blind, okay. He knew that Natasha was extremely beautiful and also a fucking dork. Barton was one lucky son of a bitch.

She smiled at him and pulled the robes of the ring apart so he could enter. Rollins and Rumlow were on the other side of the gym and doing push-ups.

"Who wins the first three rounds has to buy the other one a milkshake?" She walked back to one corner of the ring.

"Sure. I want a vanilla milkshake." He grinned at her and she rolled her eyes.

He was strong and fast but she knew how he fought since she was the one who taught him his new fighting style. She dodged all his attacks and danced around him. So far they both won two rounds. This round would decide who had to buy the milkshakes. He didn't mind buying her one but he was also a stubborn ass and didn't want to lose. Natasha ran towards him, stepped on his thigh and was about to wrap her legs around him when he grabbed her and fell to the ground with her. He snuck one arm around her back to soften her fall and was careful to not crush her with his weight. He never did this before and it clearly caught her off-guard. She looked up at him in surprise and then smirked. He was so close to her that he could smell her perfum and her sweat. She really smelled amazing.

"Uncle?" He asked her, sure that he was going win.

She laughed and then somehow rolled them over and pinned him down on the mat. Her whole body was pressed against his and it felt really good. Like she was made to fit to him so perfectly.

She was panting and she looked at him like she never did before. He almost would have called it desire but that couldn't be right. His eyes dropped to her lips that were so plump and red. Was it her natural lip color? He desperately wanted to taste her lips. When he looked back to her eyes, her gaze was on his lips. Did she feel this spark between them to? Should he lean up and kiss her?

Someone laughed and Steve turned his head into the direction it was coming from and saw Barton standing a few feet away from the ring. Fuck, he just found them in a compromising position.

"Uncle." Steve yelled and pushed Natasha off him. He got up without offering his hand to her like he usually did and climbed out of the ring.

Barton smirked at him and then walked to the ring to talk to Natasha.

Steve had already showered and was about to leave the Triskelion when he noticed that he left his keys in his locker. He got into the locker room and could hear Rollins and Rumlow talking.

"You think they're fucking?" Rumlow asked.

"Barton and Romanoff?"

"No. Cap and her."

What?! He should really go in there and make his presence known but he just stood there and continued to eavesdrop.

"What makes you think that?" That was Rollins.

"Didn't you just watch the same thing I did? Them sparring? That looked straight up like foreplay. Wouldn't be surprised if they are fucking in a supply closet as we speak."

"I thought her and Barton were a thing?"

Yeah, Steve thought so too. Didn't everyone think so? What, did Rumlow think Natasha was cheating on Barton with him? He didn't need to lean in closer because of his enhanced hearing but he did it anyway.

"No, that's just a ruse. Just look at them. There are no sparks between Barton and Romanoff. If they were ever a thing that was years ago. Rogers and her on the other hand? It's like there's no one else in the room when they together. I'm sure they're fucking." Rumlow whistled. "God for Cap. Man that woman looks like sex on legs. I wonder if she fucks how she fights. I bet she knows every dirty trick there is."

"You do realize that she'll kill you if she hears you talk like that." Rollins sounded almost scared. Right, didn't she kick his ass when he used her first name.

Rumlow laughed. "I hope she'll wrap her thighs around my head to kill me. What a way to go. If she would ask, I would fuck her in a heartbeat."

Steve's blood was boiling and he clenched his hands into fists. That was no way to talk about a team member. He waited until Rollins and Rumlow hit the showers to get his keys.

But was Rumlow right? Were Natasha and Barton not an item? Didn't he imagine things and there was actually something between them?

Clint was staying at her place while he was in DC. He gave her a sweater that Laura knitted for her and drawings from Cooper and little Lila. She hung the pictures in her bedroom and snuggled into the sweater when she and Clint were stitting on her couch and watching Dog Cops. He loved that show for some reason, Natasha didn't understand why. She preferred cats.

Clint suddenly stopped the show and looked at her with amusement in her eyes. She knew him well enough to know that she wouldn't like what was coming next.

"So you and Captain America, huh?" He grinned at her and took a sip from his beer.

"Loki still messing with your head?" She knew that was a low blow but she didn't want to talk about Steve with Clint. She didn't want to talk about him with anyone. Steve was precious to her. She didn't want to talk about him behind his back.

"Mock me all you want but I know what I saw. You could practically cut through the sexual tension you two got going on at the gym."

"How about I cut you?"

"And now you're getting all protective. It's cute, Tasha." She clearly gotten soft if Clint wasn't bothered by her death threat.

He smiled at her geniunely. "I think it's a good thing. You deserve someone in your life. Someone who apprechiates you."

She so didn't want to talk about that and she hated it that Clint was able to see right through her. She had been fighting her feelings for Steve for a few months now. But she knew she couldn't go there. She was aware that Steve was at least attracted to her, she knew how to read people. But he deserved so much more than her.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She lied.

Clint just laughed. "You wanna play dumb, fine by me. You think I didn't notice the dagger looks Steve threw at me during that meeting today? I'm pretty sure he was pissed that I was sitting next to you. And I also noticed how warm your voice sounds when you talk about Steve. And you talk about him a lot."

She snuggled herself deeper into the sweater, hoping it would protect her. "I don't want to talk about it."

"You wanna call Laura and talk to her?" He asked softly.

She just shook her head and Clint turned Dog Cops back on.

Shit, was it so obvious that she was interested in Steve? Did she get so sloppy? She sometimes wondered how it would be to go on a date with Steve. She was sure that he would pick her up at her place with flowers, compliment her, take her to a nice restaurant, open doors for her and drive her back home. He would give her a good night kiss, blush and ask her if they could go out again soon. She could see it in front of her eyes.

Steve was a nice boy and he deserved a nice girl. And Natasha was not a nice girl. She was a killer and seductress. Someone who could never be worthy of Steve Rogers.

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