The Other Rogers

Chapter 4

Covered in blood and grime wasn’t the way Natasha liked ending a mission. Trudging her way up to her floor within the tower, she was shocked to see the common room in a mess, as if she had missed out on a party. She knew for a fact that the only occupants of the tower would have been Tony, Bruce and possibly Steve, as Clint was with his family and Thor was back in Asgard. The mess made sense with Tony, but Steve and Bruce? Those two were neat freaks.

Ignoring the mess, she made her way to her room, walking straight into the bathroom where she washed the mission off her and her suit. Groaning, she was exhausted, but her muscles were too tight; if she went to sleep as she was, she knew she would hurt more the next day. Getting dressed in her gym clothes, she had a mission in mind, train till she dropped.

Working out Natasha finally felt exhausted enough to sleep. She made her way back up and is slightly confused to hear the hustle and bustle of people. But then she remembered she did come home in the early hours of the morning; it would have had to be at least eight now; so that explained the liveness of the tower. She could hear Bruce and Tony arguing over something, but when she heard Clint telling them to shut up, she raced to the common room.

"What are you doing here?" She asked as she rounded the corner, Clint coming into her view as he chugged down coffee straight from his personal jug.

Clint shrugged at his partner, "The other factures were out for a month."

Natasha nodded understanding his wording. She couldn't see Steve anywhere and that made her frown. She wanted to see the man, see his smile to brighten up her day. The mission had been a bust, and she needed some cheering up.

Clint eyed her amusedly, "He is running with a friend of his."

Natasha frowned, "What? Who are you talking about?"

Clint laughed, no amusement in his tone. "You are not as smooth as you think you are Romanoff. We all know you are, how did they say it back then, 'lighting a torch' for Rogers."

Natasha gawked at him, shaking her head. "No, I don’t." Walking right up to him, she glared at him. "Лучше не говори ему, или я отрежу тебе член."

Clint laughed not knowing what she had said, "I am your partner, Nat. You can’t threaten me, you love me too much." With that being said he left, leaving a flustered Natasha standing in the kitchen while the Science-Bros were still arguing.

Snarling in anger, Natasha was now to uptight to sleep, so she made herself some coffee and waited for Steve to come back.

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Bucky followed Steve on his running track. He even joined in taunting Steve’s friend, a soldier just like themselves. His name was Sam Wilson, and apparently, he and Steve bonded over the fact that their beds felt like marshmallows. Bucky could understand that. He never had a bed while in Hydra; the first he felt a mattress since leaving his apartment in Brooklyn was the spare bedroom of Steve’s where Anya had left him.

Sam had acted wary of Bucky, but he couldn’t blame him for that. It wasn’t until Steve actually introduced them did Sam smile. "Yes!" He fist-punched the air. "I loved you growing up. You joining the war was what actually what made me want to join, not this knucklehead here," he exclaimed pointing to Steve.

Bucky smiled, "Thanks, I guess."

"I gotta ask how the fuck are you alive? Did you have a parachute hidden in your jacket or something?"