There was a knock on the door of Steve and Natasha's apartment door. Natasha was in the middle of loading the dishwasher and Steve was in the bedroom. He heard Natasha pause and he shouted to her, "Don't worry honey, I'll get it!" He ran out of the bedroom and opened the door. It was Tony. "Can I come in?" Tony asked. Steve stood there in shock and invited him in.
"How do you know where we live?" Steve asked, shutting the door behind Tony.
"Jarvis." One simple word and it was all revealed. "Can you give me a quick house tour?" Tony asked casually.
"Uuummm... sure." Steve lead him to the kitchen.
"This is the kitchen where this beautiful creature currently is." He walked him round a little. Natasha turned around. "Hi Tony." She said. Tony waved back. Steve lead Stark back into the living room. "You can kind of see what this is already." Steve looked over at Tony who nodded. They then walked into the bedroom. "This is the bedroom." The bed was made, clothes were folded neatly and nothing was sticking out of the wardrobe. Tony walked into the bathroom and said, "Pretty nice place you got." The two walked into the living room and sat on the sofa. Natasha soon walked behind them and surprised Steve by gently hooking her arm around his chest, from one shoulder to her hand on the other. She leaned on him for a bit then stood up again. Tony invited her to sit with them for this conversation. "I came here to talk about your wedding. I have voted myself as your wedding planner. I have experience from marrying my two teddy bears when I was ten years old. So, you need to think: when it's gonna be, where it's gonna be, who's invited and who will marry you. Also, who is going to walk you down the isle Natasha." Steve and Natasha both looked at him blankly.
At the end of the day, Steve and Natasha decided that their wedding would be on the 16th June that year and at 13:00. Tony went home after and wrote invitations for the wedding and printed them out. He would post them the month before the wedding. The whole gang was invited. So was Nick, Phil, Maria, Bucky and Pepper. Natasha wanted Pepper to be the bridesmaid and Steve wanted Thor to be the one marrying them. He thought it would be a laugh, so Natasha agreed. Bucky would be the best man and Nick would be the one to walk down the isle, giving Natasha away, as he was like the father of them all.
The visit from Tony seemed long and fun, but he had left and gone home. It was now 21:41 and Natasha stood in the middle of the room on her phone. She pulled a handgun out from her pocket and looked at every single part of it. It was an empty handgun, but the magazines were in the wardrobe. Steve crept up on her silently and slowly. When he was standing behind her, and they were almost touching, Steve drove his hands from her waistline round to her stomach. He gently dragged her closer and she turned her head to look at him. Natasha threw her gun onto the sofa and put a hand on the back of his head to move Steve's head down slowly. When Steve's head was in line with hers, she kissed his neck.
Steve wasn't holding Natasha as tightly as before, but it was still quite tight. Natasha turned around to face him and held his dog tag. She pulled it slightly and bit her bottom lip whilst looking at Steve's perfectly sculpted face. Steve smiled and kissed her. Steve took Natasha into the bedroom and sat her on the bed. He sat next to her and they played video games on their phones.
At 23:54, Steve was walking around the house with only jeans and socks on. He picked up his shield and admired it. He wiped off a bit of mud from it and put his defence weapon down.
After a few minutes, Steve walked into the bedroom where Natasha was and took a shower. He came out and Natasha went in.
In bed, at 00:05, Steve laid there relaxing while Natasha massaged his chest. They fell asleep soon after in their usual way.
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A Romanogers Story
FanfictionThis is a story about Steve Rogers (Captain america) and Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow). This is a fanfiction of some missions made up and in between missions. Clintasha shippers, I advise you not to read. The first story I've ever written on here...