Daffodils: An Avengers Romance

Natasha Romanoff

A couple hours later Peter had woken up, none the wiser to everything that had gone down. We had all agreed to go back to the Stark country house for the rest of the summer, to give him a sense of normalcy before he was shipped off to the countryside of New York.

"Aida," A voice said behind me, one that I knew well, "We should talk."

Turning around I saw Natasha standing at my door, dressed in a pair of jeans with a white T-shirt. This was the closest I had seen her looking to Natalie, ever since last night.

God, I can't believe that it had been less than 24 hours and my whole life had completely changed.

"Natasha," I said as I stood up from the bed I was in, "What exactly do we have to talk about?"

"I didn't betray you."

"I never said you did, why would I possibly think that?"

"It was a mission, Aida. I had to protect Peter and you were never meant to be a part of it."

I glared at her, unsure if she knew how much that hurt, "Look Natasha, I don't blame you for anything. You were there on a mission, to stop a kidnapping and investigate Hydra, I get it. But you can't blame me for being hurt." I took a studying breath, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.

"You were my friend," I said, "the only one I had in that damn massion. Then I find you pointing a gun at me and suddenly it turns out you had made a file on me with your super secret organization."

Natasha glared right back at me, "You were the newest maid at Stark's state that showed up at the same time Hydra made contact with the workers there. Also, don't act like I was the only one hiding something."

Going silent, I breathed out and tried to relax. She was right, we had both built a friendship on lies and secrets. It was bound to blow up in our face eventually.

"I'm sorry," I said, "How about we start over? No secret identities this time."

Natasha smiled back at me and I felt relief. Truly, I had enjoyed being friends with Natalie, and I was looking forward to getting to know Natasha as well.

* * *

I would like to put on record that Natasha Romanoff was not a woman to be messed with. She walked with such confidence that people moved out of the way for her. Her tongue was sharp and she was incredibly observant, able to pull secrets right out of people without them even knowing they were saying it.

She was also incredibly funny and protective, qualities that I saw very quickly. I had known these with Natalie and I was glad that they were truly a part of Natasha as well. It was hard to not compare who I had known her as to who she truly was, but the longer I knew her the more I was seeing who she truly was.

Unfortunately spending time with Natasha meant spending time with Steve and Bucky, as they were friends.

As in they trained together.

As in, I had to stand on the side of the gym to watch as they sparred and pretend it wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen.

Tony, who was very adamant about being called that (Please for the love of my sanity Aida, call me Tony. If I hear Anthony one more time I might throw up), and Pepper were spending time with Peter. They decided to take the day off before going back to the country house the next day, wanting to rest.

This meant that I was following Natasha around like a lost puppy and she decided to bring me with her to her training. So there she was weightlifting, when Steve and Bucky showed up. They then proceeded to start fighting with each other on the mats and let me just say- hot.

Punches were thrown and blocked, kicks were avoided and one time Bucky even tried to flip Steve. All while grunts sounded out throughout the gym and sweat dripped down their faces.

Then the shirts came off. I was pretty sure I drooled when I saw the blessing that was seeing them shirtless.

Steve had the shoulder to waist ratio that would inspire artists throughout the ages. He was all defined lines, as if he trained every muscle to perfection. He was also very colorful, with tattoos running up and down both his arms, down one side of his chest and disappearing into his pants. They were in a very Americana style and I could make out a shield, an eagle and the word Brooklyn written across his abs.

On the other hand Bucky was big, as in this man trained for pure strength big. He was less defined lines and more 'I can kill a bear with my bare hands' and had the thighs of a god. His skin was a canvas of black and white, tattoos covering every inch of it, all the way up to his neck where a death moth spread its wings. A wolf roared on his chest, arrows piercing its skin and a skull painted his hips.

The only place that wasn't covered in ink was on his left arm where right where his shoulder and arm met was a mess of scars. They looked brutal, as if someone tried to hack his arm away and stopped halfway through.

"Rather handsome, aren't they?" Natasha asked as she pulled me out of the trance I was in staring at them.

"Yep," Was all I could say as they went back to sparring and now I could see the sweat drip down their backs.

"Who's more your type? The captain or soldier?" And there was no way I could answer that because they were both my type. Truly, the air of danger around them should have deterred me but it only served as a neon sign and I was a moth.

* * *

The next morning I got into a car with Peter, Tony and Pepper on my way back to their country house. Following in another car behind us were Steve, Bucky and Natasha who would be working with me on the Protect Peter Plan for the rest of the year.

As Peter excitedly told me about his new idea for a robot my mind was still on the men in the other car. They were gonna be trouble, I just knew it.

AN: Can you guys tell I love tattoos? Is it obvious yet?