Natasha
Natasha was walking down the sidewalk towards Steve's apartment and her temper was already at the surface. How could he just leave? She wanted to shoot him. She walked into the building and then she got to his door. She pulled her hand up and knocked or more like punching the door.
Steve was in his room when he heard a loud banging coming from his door. He grabbed his shield and walked over to the front door. He was ready for whatever was behind the door. He opened the door to see a furious Natasha; ok he wasn't prepared for that.
"What the hell do you think you're doing" Natasha said walking in and making Steve back up as she kept storming to him.
"I can explain" he stuttered nervously
"Oh you better or I am going to kick your ass"
Steve kept backing up till he hit the wall and Natasha stopped so they were face to face.
"Go on, explain" Natasha said firmly clearly angry
"I know who the man is who attacked the Tower and almost killed Tony" Steve said fast, afraid if he was too slow she would hit him.
"And who is this man?" Natasha asked slightly backing off but crossing her arms and glaring at him showing him she was still angry.
"An old enemy of mine Red Skull"
Natasha shook her head at the name "Red Skull is dead"
"That is what I thought to, but he was sucked up into space. It looked just like when Thor took Loki back to Asgard two years ago."
"How did he come back?"
"Beats me, but it is my problem and he's my enemy not yours or anyone else's. I am doing this alone"
"The hell you are" Natasha said
"You are not coming with me" Steve said raising his hands
"You're my partner"
"Yes I know, but the last time I went up against this guy I lost someone I cared about and then I find out he's alive but as some brainwashed Hydra agent" Steve said raising his voice
She hadn't heard Steve raise his voice since he told Maria to blow up the helicarriers. She slightly backed off but pushed right back.
"Sure you lost someone, big deal. I'm your partner and where you go I go, I watch your back, and you watch mine it's what partners do" she said getting in his face.
Steve knew she was right, but it didn't mean he had to like it.
"Fine if you want to come along, go ahead. But I warn you, this will not end well; it never does with this guy" Steve said pointing his finger at her and he walked away toward his room and he closed the door.
"Bastard" Natasha said softly under her breath
Natasha went to the couch and sat down and she laid back and closed her eyes and she drifted to sleep with a knife in her hand.
Steve
Why did she have to get involved! Steve was fuming and he held back the urge to hit something. He shook his head and sat down at his desk. Who was he kidding, the only reason why he took down Red Skull was because he had help. He needed to do something that would put his mind at ease.
He looked at his sketch book and he grabbed it and pulled out a pencil and he opened it to a blank page and drew the first thing that came to him.
Steve looked at his clock which read 2:34 am, the night was going by slow. He had drawn three pictures already and he was surprised by what they were. He was back to his better mind and he wasn't angry anymore. He knew Natasha was right, he needed help and she is his partner. He drew three different pictures and every one of them were Natasha. Even when he was angry he couldn't get her out of his mind.
He stood up and he went over to his bed and he plopped down onto it and he closed his eyes falling asleep around 3:07 am.
Steve was in his room in Avenger's Tower and he was drawing. It seemed like any other day. He was sitting on his bed with the sketch book in his lap and he was drawing Natasha; ok it really was like any other day. Steve felt a hand rub up his back and went across his chest. Then he felt lips kissing his neck. He could hear slight giggling and then he was on top whoever it was and he was kissing her passionately and her nails were digging into his back. He kissed her neck and he heard a lustful moan and he looked up at who he was with and it shocked him. It was Natasha and she was naked and he was on top of her. She leaned up and kissed him and he kissed her back and then a SMACK!
Steve woke up and he fell out of his bed. He looked up to see Natasha fully dressed and her arms crossed still angry. She must had hit him because his face stung.
"So what's your plan Sherlock?" she asked.
After Steve recovered from his fall and he told her his plan. Which was to use one of the files that he got in Russia and find the most suitable place that Red Skull would be using as headquarters and Steve knew it was going to be a Hydra base.
Steve made himself breakfast and he offered to make Natasha hers but she declined. He was trying to get her to see that he had agreed with her. But knowing Natasha she would want a full apology, face to face, talking.
Steve made her some toast even though she said no, he did it out of good will and also maybe to help change her mind. Steve came back out from his room after hiding his sketch book. It wasn't like he didn't trust Natasha because he does, he trusts her with his life. But those things are private especially since most of the sketches are of her. Some are not the most appropriate either.
He saw her on the couch and he saw her take her last bite of toast, at least she accepted the food that he made. She never could deny anything he ever cooked. He walked over to her and stood in front of her and he was casting a shadow over her.
Natasha looked up at him and glared "What?"
"Hey Natasha I just wanted to say I'm sorry for the way I acted last night. And the smack in the morning, I deserved that. I know that you are just trying to help and you're right, it is what partners do. So can you forgive me?" Steve asked
Natasha looked at Steve for a while and her face was unreadable, the silence made Steve want to go through basic again as his original puny self.
"Yes I can forgive you, I know you were just doing what you thought was right."
A wave of relief flowed over Steve and he let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you"
"But" Natasha said standing up and getting in his face again "If you ever do something like this without me, I will hunt you down and break every bone in your body"
Steve gulped and he nodded "Yeah ok, I won't do anything without you again"
"Good" Natasha said with no smile and she sat back down on the couch.
Steve walked away from the couch and headed for his room to catch up on the morning Shower he missed.
Natasha
Natasha heard Steve close his door and turn on the shower, oh what she would do to see him naked. She didn't lie to him though if he didn't involve her then she was going to brake every bone in his body. She felt a pang of guilt for smacking him in the morning, but he was right he deserved it, keeping her out of it, his partner.
She waited till Steve came back out dressed in new clothes and he was holding a file. She suddenly felt full on panic what if he had her file here as well, and did he already read it. She stopped the train of thought, he told her that he wouldn't read it. It was up to her when he found out about it and she wanted to tell him but she was afraid to because she didn't want Steve of all people to see her in disgust.
Which she would completely understand if he did, her file would give him every reason to hate her. She needed to tell him, he was important to her, but she's not good at telling people about herself. She actually rather sucks at it, the one thing Black Widow can't do is talk about herself, even to someone she lov… no cares for. Quiet pathetic if she thought about it too much.
Steve sat down next to her and he opened the file and spread out the paper on the coffee table. He smiled at her and all her worry went away for a second then it crept back into her mind.
She couldn't believe she masturbated to him and he really didn't know her that well, just well enough. She was slipping and she knew it, but she also wasn't doing anything to stop it. Her heart was winning the battle and her mind was on the sidelines. His arm brushed against hers and it sent a shiver down her spine and she felt warm and like she was going to lose control. One touch did this to her she could only imagine if they kissed like they almost had on the balcony.
Steve grabbed a stack of papers and held them out to her. Natasha looked at him.
"Hey, you wanted in, you're helping me with paper work" Steve said smiling innocently
"Fine, it is the least I can do" Natasha said taking the stack of papers and setting them on her lap.
"Ok flag anything from 1945 to 1932" Steve said looking at a paper
"Why those dates?"
"Because, Skull may be back but he won't use anything new. Remember when we put everything out to the public and the new Hydra bases were discovered?"
"How could I forget?"
"Well, he would use a base from back in his day and there may be a base that only he knows about. That is our best bet, we have to dig in the past to find him."
"Oh how I love the past" Natasha said sarcastically as she read a paper with a date of 1984. She paused and she kept that one to herself sneaking it onto the floor and hiding it under the couch while Steve wasn't looking. It may involve her in it or Red Room.
It seemed like hours went by but it was only thirty minutes and they had barely made a dent in the stack of papers. They only found one with the date 1943. They stopped for a coffee break even though it wouldn't work for Steve it worked for her.
The sun was slowly moving as they went through more papers and more papers. Natasha wanted to burn the whole pile but that would be stupid, it didn't mean she couldn't dream. The sun was setting and they just made it halfway through. They must have gone through hundreds of papers.
"This is a big file" Natasha said under her breath and more to herself
"Yes it is" Steve said not taking his eyes off his page
The stake with the possible dates had only twenty in it while the others were in piles on the floor. The sun had officially disappeared and she checked the clock; 12:34 am. She needed sleep, and that was weird for her. She mostly stayed up all night because every time she slept she was haunted by nightmares.
"I think it is time to call it a day" Steve said
"Steve, its night time right now"
"What?" Steve said taking his eyes off the paper and looking around and he noticed the light outside was gone
"Oh" Steve said quietly
He stood up dodging the piles of paper. Natasha followed and she stretched her legs and they both walked into the kitchen.
"I think our work space has taken over my bed" Natasha said
"I have a guest room, but last night you were angry and we didn't talk calmly so I forgot to tell you"
"How nice" Natasha said walking off toward the guest room.
Steve watched her walk into the hallway and disappear and he felt rather lonely in the kitchen. Steve went to his room and he brushed his teeth and he climbed into his bed and laid back and closed his eyes.
Steve
Steve opened his eyes and it was still night and he sat up in his bed. He rubbed his eyes and he stood up and he opened his door and walked down the hall. He stopped at Natasha's door and he turned so he was facing it.
He opened the door to see Natasha standing near her closet and Steve didn't know what he was doing. He walked up behind her and he put his hands on her hips and kissed her neck. She let out a gasp and her hand went to his hair and grabbed it and she moaned. She turned around and she put her hands on his chest and pushed him down onto the bed.
She climbed on top of him and her waist rested against his and he felt warm and his heart beat was hammering. She pulled off her shirt, letting him see her breasts still entrapped in her black bra. He moved his hands to her hips and moved them up feeling her back and he found her bra strap and he unclipped it.
Natasha let the bra fall away and Steve felt himself touching her down there. She smirked and she moved her hand down and grabbed him. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
Steve opened his eyes and he was back in his room and the sun was shining through the window. He sat up and he rubbed his eyes. The dream, it felt so real, but it wasn't. Steve's mind was telling him something. He stood up and walked toward the shower and then the door opened.
"Hey Steve, nice morning wood" Natasha said looking at his length in his boxers
Steve quickly pulled the bathroom door in front of him to hide it.
"Don't you ever knock?" he said blushing
"Just wanted to see if you were up" Natasha said closing the door
Yeah, he was up now. He closed the door to the bath room and locked it and he turned on the shower.
Natasha
Natasha went back over to the couch and sat down. The sight of his cock made her almost jump. It seemed everything about him was enhanced even that. She smirked at the situation as she played it in her head again. She giggled to herself and she began reading the papers again.
When Steve came out, he was dressed and he was smiling at her. She couldn't help but smile right back.
"Sit down, we have work to do" Natasha said
"Yes ma'am"
Steve slumped down onto the couch and began going through his pile of papers. Let the grueling hours of searching begin.
They had been striking out on anything useful and it was already noon. Natasha sat back and sighed in frustration.
"I hate your plan"
"I will agree, not one of my finest" Steve said rubbing his eyes
He didn't want the trip to Russia to be a complete waste.
Natasha grabbed the pile of the flagged papers.
"Can we go through these, just for a change in pace?"
"Sure" Steve said gladly, setting down his stack of papers.
Natasha showed him one of them and Steve shook his head to it.
"That one is defiantly not it, my Howling Commandos and I burned it to the ground."
"Ok, what about one in northern Germany?"
"Possible, keep going"
They were finished with the stack and they only had three good ones.
"Cap, I don't know what to tell you, but this is going to take all week to do this"
Natasha set the three papers down and she accidently knocked over a stack of papers. They tumbled and scattered across the floor.
"Damn it" Natasha said
"It's ok" Steve said stopping her from getting up
Steve glanced over and saw something that looked familiar. He reached over and grabbed it. He stared at it and the picture was a mountain side with windows incased in it.
"He wouldn't" Steve said
"He wouldn't what?" Natasha said clearly catching on, that he had something.
"He wouldn't be that dumb, or that smart"
"Spit it out Rogers"
"This could defiantly be his base" Steve said showing her the paper
"Where is this at?"
"In the mountains in Germany, that is where that bomber came from" Steve said in disgust
Natasha looked at him "You mean the bomber that you crashed in the Artic?"
"Yeah, also where my life ended" Steve said clearly disgusted of the place
"Do you think he would use this?"
"Yes, it's the only base that doesn't have a location on the map."
"Then how do we find it?" Natasha said looking at him
"Me, I remember how to get there, I see it every night in my nightmares" Steve said
Natasha's mind stopped on the word "Nightmares" Steve has nightmares? She didn't know that. She pushed the astonishment out of her head and became serious again.
"So what happens when we find this base?"
Steve looked at her for a long time then he said "Find it, get all the information we can on Hydra, and then burn it to the ground" Steve said standing up.
He walked towards his front door and grabbed his brown leather jacket.
"Where are you going?"
"I can't be here right now, we leave tomorrow morning" Steve said walking out of the apartment leaving Natasha on the couch with the paper still in her hands.
Steve
Steve was walking down the sidewalk staring at his feet. He felt horrible and he could feel the cold air and then the warm feeling of kissing Peggy, the heart breaking conversation and then nothing.
The next thing he knows he is in New York City, his home but in the wrong time seventy years later. He found himself in the park and the sun was going down. How long was he gone? He didn't care and he found a bench and sat down on it and watched as the sun slowly sank under the horizon.
The last time he saw a view like this Natasha was with him. He missed that day, when everything made more sense and Red Skull was still a memory, not reality. He felt his heart begin to ache. He wanted to be happy and have a family, but maybe that's not what he deserved. Fate already took one life from him and then stuck him in another. In a place he still could barely understand and he didn't know if he ever would.
He closed his eyes and smelled the early spring air. He felt a wave of peace flow over him, he was following his own advice of thinking about the moment on the bench with Natasha in his arms. How he missed the feeling, he missed her laughter. He missed her company and he had only spent a few hours away from her.
He had it bad, he couldn't stay away from Natasha even if he tried. He longed to have her in his arms and to be like in his dreams. He wanted her and he didn't know if she wanted him. Maybe it was one sided and that he wants Natasha, but she doesn't want him. No, she wants him. He remembered the moment on the balcony there was no hiding from the fact that they almost kissed.
He knew Natasha though, she wouldn't give into her feelings. She had to do it on her own time, but he didn't know how much more he could take not being able to hold her and kiss her. He opened his eyes and noticed that the stars were out, and the sun was gone. It was time to go back to the apartment.
Natasha
Natasha stepped out of her shower and she saw the sun sink under the horizon and she got dressed in long lounge pants and a red shirt. She walked out of her room and past Steve's. She stopped and looked at the door. Maybe her file was in there? She went against her better judgment and opened the door and she began to search for the file.
She searched his drawers first and found nothing except a pistol. She raised an eyebrow to it. When did Steve carry a pistol? She closed the drawers and she searched his desk. She found a file and her heart stopped for a second and her eyes became alarmed when she saw it. She grabbed it and opened it; it was Bucky's. She sighed and put it back. As she put it back her hand brushed past a large book. She hesitated and she grabbed it. It was Steve's sketch book, she knew that he was a good artist, but she never saw any of his work. She looked around to make sure no one was coming. She opened the book to the first page.
The first page was just a picture of a colorless park. She recognized it though it was Central Park. It looked just like it, Steve wasn't good; he was brilliant. She looked through a few more pages and they were the same colorless but fantastic at the detail. She almost closed it when she noticed a full page was in black. She raised an eyebrow and she opened to the page.
The whole page was black but at the center were two eyes. She studied them and they looked familiar. They were green, but not just green. She saw those eyes every time she looked at herself in the mirror. They were hers. She noticed that the eyes were in perfect detail even the iris's interesting webs. She actually felt like she was staring at her own eyes. She turned the page and then she saw a picture of the surface of the helicarrier. There was only one person in the picture and it was someone wearing a red shirt and a black leather jacket.
Natasha widened her eyes and she saw that it was her and she was standing just like she was when Steve stepped out of the transport with Coulson. She looked like she could step out of the page, he drew the first time they met. She looked at it in shock.
She went on to the next page and she was looking at the moment on the escalator and their lips were together and his hand was on her hip and hers was on the side of his face. She swallowed and her mouth was dry.
She turned another page and she saw this time a view of Steve and her sitting at a booth at a restaurant. It was like someone took a picture of them from the window. Steve was wearing a kind smile and she was avoiding his eyes. Just like she was that one night. Was he drawing every moment that they were together?
She turned the page thinking of the time on the bench. She saw the picture that she was expecting and it was the back view of them sitting on the bench with the sunset. Again they looked so real and felt like if she reached forward she would actually be able to feel them there.
She turned another page and the next picture made her mouth become dry and her ears became warm. It was the moment when their foreheads were touching and their lips were centimeters apart. She felt her heart beating faster. There was one more page that was drawn on. Natasha gathered the courage and turned the page.
This wasn't a moment they had together, it seemed straight out of Steve's mind. Natasha was the only one in the picture but she was in her suit. Her hair was curly like now. She had one hand on her neck and the other was touching her chest gently and the zipper in the front of her suit was down and it stopped above her belly button. She could see the sides of her breasts seeming about to explode from the confines of her suit and she had a seductive smile on.
Natasha blinked and she then heard the front door open.
"Nat, I'm back" Steve said sounding back to normal.
Oh shit! She quickly closed the sketch book and put it back the way she found it and she closed the desk and she slipped out of his room and down the hall and went into her room. She turned off the light and she quickly climbed into the bed.
Why was she hiding from him? She was a spy, but something about Steve seeing her looking through his sketches. It gave her a feeling of guilt. She went through his things without his permission. She broke that part of trust. But the pictures made her think about Steve and how she felt about him. Steve, clearly likes her and that scared her.
She closed her eyes and tried to sleep but her mind stayed on those pictures and she felt her heart aching. She will tell Steve everything after the whole Skull thing, she didn't need him distracted on the mission.
She thought about how she was going to tell him, but she didn't know how. She'll just have to let it be spontaneous like the time with Bruce. She closed her eyes and the last thought that went through her mind was of Steve.
Steve
Steve climbing into his bed and closed his eyes and he slowly breathed. He fell asleep to the rhythm of his breathing thinking of Natasha.
Steve could see Natasha in front of him with her back to him. She was in lingerie and he was in sweat pants and he came up behind her and he put his hand on her hip and kissed the nape of her neck. She gasped in pleasure and she backed into him and his groin was against her ass. He felt his heart hammering and then he grabbed her bra and tore it off of her and a lustful gasp followed and his hand cupped her supple breast.
He felt her pushing against him, rubbing against him. He felt his desire boil over and he turned her around and picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist and they fell onto the bed.