Astrild; Goddess of Love

Chapter 7 - Rogers and Romance

Author's Note; Age of Ultron is out here in the UK, I'm going to see it on Friday! Is anyone else excited to see Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver joining the Avengers? FanGirl8ygc3804

He seemed taken aback by my statement.

"Well if there are no objections I'm going to head for a sleep and a shower, there shouldn't be a 6am on a Saturday," I yawned involuntarily.

"You'll start at zero nine hundred, with Barton. Stark?"

"Yeeees?" we both replied in exactly in the same tone at the same time, which sent us into a fit of laughter.

"I meant Tony," Rogers corrected sharply. Ah Rogers, the one Tony didn't want to talk about. I see why now. I left them talking heading for my room once inside I promptly collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

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I woke up to a knock on my door.

"Miss Stark?" I looked at the time quarter to nine, oh shoot!

"Come on in! You've got to make it quick though I'm just about to jump in the shower," I shouted to the door perkily whilst dragging myself off the bed.

"Oh um hi Agent Romanoff," I said feeling as awkward as she looked. I waited patiently for her to speak.

"I guess you don't need to be a mind reader to know what I came to ask you about." She sighed.

"Telepath, but carry on I'm gonna get in the shower. You don't mind?" "Not so long as you don't." We moved our conflab into the bathroom as I got in the shower, in an attempt to wake myself up. "Clint and I, well it started in Budapest, when we erm... hooked up while drunk off the clock and I know it's complicated, but my feelings towards him have grown and--" she hesitated,

"Go on," I prompted.

"I guess what I'm asking is can you find out if it was a one-time thing or not for him? It wasn't for me and I need to know he's got my back or if I just found my weakness." It was as though I glimpsed the real Natasha, the one hidden by attitude, widow bites and guns. She looked so vulnerable in that moment.

"He's hard to get a read on though so as long as you don't question my methods and we'll have a deal." I held my hand out. Natasha grasped my forearm and we shook formally. She turned to leave.

"Um... I know we're not close or anything but could you give me a hand please?" I ask her. She stopped and faced me again,

"With what?"

"I need you to help me sort my feathers out, once I blow dry them the stick up every which way." I stated trying to sound like I was talking about the weather.

"Sure. I'll wait in the bedroom for you."

I dried myself off by heating the air around me but kept the towel on. I sat on the edge of my bed as Natasha combed her hands through my feathers. An involuntary giggle escaped my lips.

"Something funny, Miss Stark?" She asked.

"Nah I'm just ticklish," I laughed.

"Telling me that was a bad idea," Natasha smirked before tackling me off the bed.

She was tickling me whilst laughing for a good five minutes before we heard the knock on the door. It started as a subtle tap and we thought we were hearing things but then it became a pounding when we didn't open it. When it ceased I had JARVIS pull up the outside feed.

"Steve get it open!" Clint said sounding worried.

"I can't. It's locked electrically!" he said.