Blackbird

*(Y/N)'s POV*

I smirked at my comment but on the inside I was furious. Captain America makes me batshit crazy. And not the good kind. I think.
'Nat your next with Fury. He came back here to check the facility so you can head to the 12th floor and meet him in meeting room 2. Oh and Captain?
Always check behind your back before talking shit.'
With that I left him speechless once again and walked Natasha out of the room. This speechless thing seemed to be our thing. Behind me, I heard Natasha giggle, which, to be honest, made me even more pissed.
'You two should fuck already.' ,she said between giggles.
'Natasha I will throw something at you if you don't keep your voice down.'
Glancing in between her and the hallways we are passing I felt myself getting nervous over her comment. Did he hear that?
It had been a few months since I had sex, which was terrible by the way, and the captain wasn't bad to look at if I'm being honest. I mean he literally has americas ass.
'You are thinking about it huh?',she asked tearing me out of my thoughts. Was I really thinking about it? We are talking about Captain America. I mean his uniform doesn't leave anything to your imagination. But there is no chance he would consider fucking someone he apperently hates. Right?
I think I can test that theory out Thursday though. Tony told me about the training sessions I'll be getting from Cap himself, which made me kinda exited.
It has been a while since my last training. Since I could comprehend, Tony wanted me to train some sort of sport that taught self-defense. I chose boxing since most the time I trained either with Tony or with a punching bag but I guess hitting americas greatest soldier in the face can't feel that bad.
I am confused though.
Do I want to punch the guy in his beautiful face or did I want him plunging into me?

After a long work day full of bossing people into meetings and PR appointments I decided to call it a day.
I was about to leave the building as someone grabbed me by my upper arm.
'May I talk to you please?' Steves voice echoed from behind me.  I felt my face redden slightly.
If only he knew what I was thinking about...
'You know you could have just called my phone or call my name out like normal people, Mr. Rogers.'
I just can't seem to speak normally with this guy. My brain just has to form sarcastic remarks at everything he says.
'I'm sorry (Y/N). I know that I don't know you really well-...'
'You don't know me at all Captain.',I interrupted.
'...You are right I don't. But for the teams sake I say we call it a truce. Tony is forcing us to train together and to be frank I don't trust you. But the Team likes you and so does Tony obviously.'
I looked at him funny. He doesn't trust me? Is he kidding?
'Captain, the only person you shouldn't trust is yourself. After your stunt with Mr. Barnes in Siberia you caused a lot of damage, maybe even trauma, to Tony. To my Family.  I know he has forgiven you for your ignorance, but I haven't. So if you don't trust me it is because I don't like you. Not one bit. Not at all.'
'This is why you don't like me? Because of something I did to Tony?'
I watched him in disbelieve. 'Yes. Didn't you listen to what I just said?'
Steve let go of my arm and nodded slightly before turning around with a scoff.
'Well than I guess we will never tolerate each other. I am not apologizing to you for something I did to someone else.'
This time he left me without words.
I understood he didn't need to apologize to me. It just still bugs me to know Tony is still grieving because he never got the chance to make things right with uncle Howard. Steve knows that and he knew at the time as well. The only thing he did not know was who rescued Tony after their fight.

When I arrived at home I crashed right into bed. I barely got my clothes off and onto my bed as my eyes closed shut. I drifted into a restless sleep...

... 'Front toe and back heel on the center line. Left hand in back. Weight evenly distributed across both legs, knees slightly bent. Feet diagonal, back heel raised. Elbows down, hands up. Head behind your gloves, chin slightly down, eyes see over the gloves. Now relax and breathe! ', Tony shouted from outside the ring. This is my first time in here, training with him. He is determined to show me how to defend myself.

*time jump*

10 years have passed from uncle Howard's death and since I was born Tony already started training me. It had been little things at first but the older I got the more obvious he tried training me. My father was fine with it and I liked kicking Tonys ass, so the older I got the more I learned.
And as soon as I turned 17 I interned at S.H.I.E.L.D where I did my apprenticeship in the tech department. What my colleagues didn't know was that I went through the exact training Natasha got at S.H.I.E.L.D and was way above them.

*time jump*

'TONY! Tony wake up! Please, wake up, Hydra is on its way. Come on they are almost here we need to leave!' I shouted at an unconscious Tony while trying to drag him away from the Siberian Hydra-Base. 'Tony please!' 30 Minutes had passed after Captain America and James Buchanan Barnes left after the fight. 30 Minutes more and Tony would have remained unconscious forever.

*time jump*

'(Y/N) I think you should quit at S.H.I.E.L.D. . Try something new out.' He smiled at me but something wasn't right.
'Tony what is it? I know that smile. Is it something with S.H.I.E.L.D?'
'I want to be honest (Y/N). S.H.I.E.L.D has been compromised and I want you out of there before I plan on going against them.'

As I slowly drifted out of sleep I opened my eyes. My bedroom came into view. I felt my soft, white bedsheets under my body and saw how the light coming from the window behind me reflected from my glass sideboard. I forgot about my dream as soon as I stood from the bed, yet it left me a little sad. This always happened when I dreamt about Tony or anything related to him.
I went into the kitchen and made myself some coffee before getting ready and leaving for work with a sick feeling to my stomach.