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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"don't need no hold up, taking control of this kind of moment. i'm locked and loaded, completely focused, my mind is open. all that you got, skin to skin, oh my god. don't ya stop, boy. somethin' 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman."
- dangerous woman; ariana grande
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The waves crashed along the coastline, the soothing sound of the ocean almost lulling Natasha back to sleep. She lay awake in the morning sunlight in Steve's strong arms, her heart thrumming as he twirled her hair around his finger, his broad chest rising and falling steadily against her back. The sun was just rising over the horizon, but they'd been awoken by laughter as some of their teammates were already heading to the beach because they were on vacation. She had never thought she'd get a vacation, of all things, under her contract with S.H.I.E.L.D., however, Tony Stark had offered the team an all-expenses-paid trip to his beach house in Florida, and it was an offer she couldn't refuse. Steve was supposed to be on a mission with Bucky and Sam. She hadn't seen him since they'd left Germany three weeks ago, however, she'd awoken in the middle of the night to him sliding into bed with her and pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear before they fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.
She'd never show it, but she was ecstatic that Steve, Bucky, and Sam were able to join them in Florida. Heaven knows they needed a vacation, and she would be lying if she said that she wasn't excited to be back in Steve's arms where she belonged.
"How'd the mission go?" She asked. It was the first thing she'd said to him, but she figured that she might as well say something - anything - because, although, the silence wasn't awkward, there was tension between them, and she hated it. They were somewhere in limbo, neither dating nor friends nor enemies. She knew that they needed to take a step back from one another, but he had to be the first one to do it because she didn't think she would be able to when all she wanted was him. She longed to wake up in his arms and start the day with a kiss, to end the night with him smiling at her and pulling her closer every time she shifted away.
"Do you really want to hear about the mission?" He asked, his fingers stilling in her hair.
"Honestly... no. I was just being polite." She shrugged. "Unless you want to talk about it."
He chuckled, but his laughter died down as she turned around to face him. There was something in her emerald eyes that struck him to his core, that took him back to their time in Germany when he'd stripped her bare and kissed her scars. He'd never felt so much love for someone before, for every mark on her skin, every smile she smiled, and every word she spoke. On the jet to Florida, Bucky had mentioned that Natasha only had four months left in America and for a while, it was all Steve could think about because how was he supposed to say goodbye to her? He knew that he needed to tell her how he felt, that he couldn't let her go without pouring his heart out to her, but how could he even put such strong feelings into words? "I missed you. A lot." He murmured.
