Natasha Romanoff is a formerly trained assassin and born badass. She dedicates her life and everything she knows to working with SHIELD and her team at Avengers Tower. But one thing she didn't expect was to fall in love with the one and only Captain...
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We deplaned, gathering everything from the jet, and piling it into the car that was waiting for us at the Budapest hangar. Fury had put us in contact with one of the agents stationed here, who met us at the hangar. We knew them as Agent 23.
"How was the flight?" Agent 23 asked as she helped us with our bags.
"It was good, no issues getting here," Emery replied.
"The hotel is expecting your arrival. And Fury asked me to acquire your tickets to the gala held by the casino annually in Belfast, happening tomorrow night," Agent 23 informed us, handing an envelope to Emery.
"Thanks, Amelia," Emery said. She turned to us. "Amelia trained with me at the SHIELD academy."
Amelia nodded. "I'll be in touch as needed."
We got into the car and drove to the hotel. Emery spoke to the front desk, ensuring that we each got a key. We took an elevator up to our rooms to settle in with a plan to meet in the suite I was sharing with Nat in 10 minutes.
"First mission in a while," Natasha said. She closed the curtains and pulled out a fresh outfit. "How are you feeling about that?"
I took off my shirt and pants, choosing an all-black attire for the rest of the day. I felt Nat's gaze on my back and when I turned around, her eyes lingered on my chest before meeting my eyes.
"Well, at least we're on this mission together," I told her.
She smiled, leaning up to kiss me. "I wouldn't want it any other way."
We sat down on the bed and Nat leaned over my shoulder as I looked through our cover IDs.
"Who'd we get this time?" she asked.
I passed over her ID. "James and Laura Abbott. Apparently, we're married."
"Fun," Nat said. "I've never been married on a mission before."
I turned to look at her. "Really?"
Natasha nodded. "It had never really made sense. Usually, I'm single on my missions so I can seduce the bad guys to extract information."
I smirked. "You know, sometimes I enter through the exit door."
Natasha laughed. "Oh, you are so bad." She kissed me, leaning me down on the bed.
"Uh, do we have ti—" I started to say.
"Don't care," Nat breathed.
She continued to kiss me, deeply. I wasn't going to complain. I rolled us so I was on top. But, alas, it was still too good to be true.
Apparently, we just had really bad timing, even on missions. I had barely gotten my shirt back off when the adjoining door—now I know how Sam felt—burst open.
"Hurry it up, slowpokes—Oh my God!" Emery said. "Not again." She turned and ran back into Bucky, who grunted.
"Sorry!" Nat and I said at the same time. I rolled off of the bed and retrieved my shirt.
