summary: y/n finds nat bound and gagged, and teases nat and y/n finally lets nat out and steves like wth
not any smut in this
y/n's pronouns: he/him
y/n's powers: turning into a lightning bolt, and fiddling with electricity a bit
it was a chill day, thank god. no aliens trying to take over the world, no alarming greasy people with daddy issues, nothing too much out of the ordinary.
steve went on his morning run with sam of course, tony was in his lab, wanda was with vision, and people were doing things(who knows what things), leaving y/n alone. it was odd being alone in stark tower, because you basically lived with a bunch of super children at times, but, eh.
y/n's ink black jeans swished as he made his way to the kitchen.
grabbing a poptart packet and ripping the foil, he put tge strawberry poptarts in the toaster just to warm it up.
"oh glorified katniss everdeen?" y/n called, looking up to the vents. clint was probably watching y/n, who seemed to be the only Avenger awake and going.
"caw caw, bitch." clint said, dropping from the vent.
"watch your damn language!" y/n mocked in a very animated voice.
clint snorted as he leaned on the island.
"where's Nat?" he asked, moving his eyes to grab and apple.
for a moment, all that y/n saw was Natasha. beautiful Natasha Romanoff. Natasha Romanoff was the only woman y/n wanted, no matter how much he flirted with Pepper or Wanda, or any people that want to shake his hand, it was all Nat. the Nat that always had y/n's back if something happened.
"Dunno." and with a shrug, y/n grabbed his poptarts, and went looking for his dark blue luchador mask.
it was in the Training room. That was probably where Nat was.
opening the big door, and shoving the rest of the poptart into y/n's mouth, he marches over to the Big Closet. it was called the Big Closet, because that was how Wanda referred to it the first few weeks after she joined the Avengers, and after that, it was called the Big Closet. opening the door, a surprising sight blessed y/n's eyes.
it was the deadly redhead.
y/n smirked, looking Nat up and down. she was looking up at y/n with slightly pleading eyes.
y/n cleared his throat before speaking. "i thought i'd find you here... not like this... but..." he wolf whistled.
Natasha's glare hardened, but there was a glint of amusement in her eyes that made y/n lean his head against the wall.
"MMM-MM-MMMM!" Nat tried to say.
y/n looked at her, completely still. "huh? Oh, i should take your gag out, right?" he drawled.
"Mmm-hmmm!" was the muffled response.
"couldn't you, Natasha Romanoff, deadly assassin, spy, get yourself free, or were you just waiting for me?" y/n murmured, crouching down to get closer to Nat.
ironically, the Training room doors opened, and in walked 'Murica's role model, Captain Virgin.
"oh! hey y/n! wh- nat?" steve asked in that confused tone of his.
y/n didn't move his gaze. "want help, tied up little mouse?" y/n asked, cocking his head to the side.
y/n untied nat quickly.
"did you do that on purpose?" y/n asked.
nat smoothed her hair, but y/n thought she looked amazing either way.
"No... unless your into this." she said looking down.
y/n had never seen Nat so... he couldn't think of a word.
"Are you, Nat?" y/n questioned.
"Um..." The beauty mumbled.
y/n slid his finger under Natasha's chin, and made her look up.
"You're blushing." y/n stated cockily, smirking at the adorable red dusting the assassin's cheeks, nose, and neck.
Natasha swatted y/n's hand away. "I am not." she mumbled.
"You looked-" y/n started.
"Uhm... hero stuff guys." Steve mumbled shakily, clearing his throat after speaking.
"Yeah... hero stuff..." Nat nodded, trailing off.
"We'll talk about this later." y/n called, watching the woman of his dreams salute him and walk off.
Steve sighed. "i just wanted to train, good lord."
