Chapter 23-Loopy love
By: MysticFantasy
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promt provided by BlaZinRedneck (Guest)
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"I have to hire someone to write me my own theme song." Tony stated.
"What about that Black Sabbath song?" Clint asked.
"It's good but I need a better one. One that captures Tony Stark more than Iron Man."
"Wow. That's going to be an annoying song." Natasha remarked with a smirk.
"You asked for it lady. I was going to keep it a secret but now I have to tell about the time you were loopy."
Natasha glared at Tony but the billionare went on with the story.
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"Widow's been hit!" Steve declared as he rushed into the almost empty medical tent with Natasha in his arms.
"What hit her?" Tony asked as he hurried over, his suit nowhere in sight since he had to get his arm checked.
"Some kind of dart." Steve answered as a doctor hurried over. "Hit her in the arm. She went down almost right away."
The doctor quickly did a look over of the red haired spy.
"She's burning up. It may have been a poisoned dart."
"Will she be alright?" Steve asked.
"We need to take a blood sample and run tests on it. We'll be able to treat her better from there." the doctor answered before pulling out a needle.
Tony quickly paled and turned his attention to another location of the tent. He was not a fan of needles.
The doctor gathered the blood needed from Natasha.
"I'll begin testing this right away. Please, stay with her and let me know if anything changes." he said before rushing off.
"I'll be right back. I need to lose my lunch." Tony said before rushing out of the tent.
Steve sighed as he shook his head before turning back to his friend. He yanked off his cowl before finding a wash cloth and a bowl of cold water. Dunking the cloth, he made sure that it was cold enough before wringing out the extra water, then lightly dabbing it across Natasha's sweat soaked face.
The spy seemed to realize that something was trying to get her fever down and turned toward the cool touch.
She managed to get her eyes open and Steve right away noticed how glazed over they were.
"S-Steve?" she asked softly.
"It's me, Natasha." he confirmed. "Try to relax."
"What happened?" Natasha questioned.
"You were hit with a dart and it's making you sick. The doctors are running some tests right now to find a way to help you."
"You're so sweet to stay with me." she said as she grabbed his hand.
Steve momentarily blushed before remembering that it was most likely her fevered mind talking since he'd never heard her call someone sweet before.
"I just want to make sure that you're alright." he said.
"Thank you, Steve. I have to show you my appreciation." Natasha said.
"You don't have to do that, ma'am." he said and saw Natasha actually smile.
"You're such a gentleman." she mused. "I wish Clint and Tony and every other man in the world was like you."
"Thank you." Steve said. He wondered if she was able to remember her saying those very words to their two friends only a few weeks ago. Probably not.
"Just try to rest until the doctor gets back. It won't be long." he said.
"In the mean time, show me how you people made out forties style." Natasha said before suddenly grabbing Steve behind the neck and bringing him down toward her.
Steve gasped in surprise at the sudden action. He wasn't sure if the sudden heat he felt was from Natasha's fevered skin or his own blushing face.
He tried to pull back but Natasha held him firmly in place.
"Don't fight it." she declared, pulling back for a moment before kissing him again.
"Mff Roffanff..." Steve muttered against her lips and managed to pull back. "You're not thinking clearly."
"Yes I am." Natasha insisted as she tried to bring him back. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this. Pepper is gonna be so jealous!"
"What is she gonna be jeal..." Tony stopped midsentence when he saw the scene before him. "Cap. I didn't know you had it in you!"
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The soldier and spy both turned their attention away from each other and their faces were noticably red.
Clint had his face buried in a pillow as his laughter threatened to come out at any second.
"Well, at least you were able to recover from such an attack." Thor stated.