The fall of Moscow and the KGB is on the horizon. The USA - with Captain America as their noble leader - steps in to aid Russia in halting the uprising. However, Steve Rogers realizes that not everything is as it seems, and the red-headed and red-bl...
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"we are still kids, but we're so in love, fighting against all odds. i know we'll be alright this time. darling, just hold my hand. be my girl, i'll be your man. i see my future in your eyes."
- perfect; ed sheeran
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"Oh my god, Steve..." Natasha moaned.
She pressed her face into the pillow, her back arching as his hands worked their magic. Heat curved down to her core, her toes curling into the leather couch as she tried to muffle the sounds he drew from her.
"Geez, 'Tasha. You're so tight." He mumbled, leaning over her while being careful not to crush her with his weight.
His hands worked the knots in her shoulders, trying to relieve the tension that made her ache and sore.
Who knew Captain America would be so good with his hands and his tongue.
Fuck.
Fuck her and fuck him.
She groaned internally, trying not to think of their kiss at the Barton's a few weeks ago. They had agreed to remain friends, no matter how much it was killing her. She could hardly look at him without wanting to jump his bones. Even on their last mission, she wanted to climb into bed with him and pretend they were a normal couple with normal lives.
Who knew a Black Widow would struggle to control herself around Steve Rogers?
She desperately needed a distraction, but she didn't want anyone else. She couldn't think of anyone she wanted, anyway. For a moment, she had thought of Bruce Banner because he had definitely been checking her out, but her feelings for Steve were too strong. She would never be able to have her way with another man and not think about him. Heaven knows she might even moan Steve's name which would surely lead to an incredibly awkward conversation.
"You're going to be sore tomorrow, you know that right?" He said as he slid his hands down her shoulders and pulled away from her. He sat back on the couch as she rolled over onto her back, adjusting her - well, his - sweatshirt that had fallen off her shoulder. "Hopefully not too sore to dance."
She gave him a pointed look, making him chuckle. She had come over to his apartment to watch a movie, not listen to him pester her about the gala Tony Stark was hosting that evening... the one she was definitely not going to. "I don't have anything to wear." She shook her head, trying every excuse in the book, but Steve was a stubborn, stubborn man.
"I'm sure Pepper could find you something." He mused, taking a swing of his beer that probably wasn't cold anymore. "That woman can shop like no other."
