They laid on the large bed in his hotel room, an expensive bottle of wine resting between them as they watched dumb American sitcoms on the TV. Natasha took another long sip from the bottle before passing it over, the male simply letting it rest in his lap. They were long past worrying about sharing the same bottle, having worked with each other for nearly seven years now. He'd changed out of his club clothes, dressing in a pair of plaid pajamas pants and a black t-shirt instead. He'd also lent Natasha a spare pair of sweatpants and a shirt to relax in, and spend the night if she chose to.
"Why does she keep going back and forth between loving him and not loving him...?" Natasha mumbled beside him, frowning at the woman on the TV screen. He forgot the name of the show, but it was about a group of friends living in New York simply going about their lives. It was funny enough, and it gave them a small distraction from the chaos surrounding them, even for a little while.
"Women." Issac merely replied drily, sending her a snarky grin before taking another sip. She gave him a false, annoyed look, gently slapping his chest before turning her attention back towards the TV. They were both on the border of sober and tipsy, having made it about halfway through the bottle by now.
"So tell me about your little date." Natasha hummed, turning to look over at him curiously. The male's eyes widened almost comically, thinking that she had forgotten about that by now.
"I didn't realize a sleepover would include gushing about boys like teenage girls." Issac joked, resting his back against the headboard and sighing softly. "It wasn't a date. I just went out for a drink and I met this guy, he was nice, kinda cute." He shrugged, thinking back to a few hours prior to this situation. "It wouldn't have been anything more than a one time thing."
Natasha hummed softly, taking the bottle once again and reading the label curiously as she listened.
"You should really start going on actual dates. I could set you up with someone." She suggested, glancing over at him again. "I know this cute guy in logistics, he's super nice, you'd probably get along well."
Issac frowned slightly, uncomfortable from the thought of having to actually go on a date with someone, then follow up with them afterwards.
"I don't know. Not sure if I'm in the right headspace for a serious relationship right now." He admitted almost shyly to the female. It was true, with everything going on and how often he was bounced from one place to another, he wasn't entirely sure how to throw a relationship into that as well.
Natasha hummed, leaning back with him and nodding as she grabbed the remote. She both understood and respected his decisions, knowing it was hard to have a relationship with someone who didn't understand the demanding aspects of his job and position. That, and he would be expected to drop everything if the world suddenly needed defending again.
"Well if you're ever feeling lonely, just give me a call." She smiled cheekily.
"Are these all your rejects?" He asked jokingly, but deep down he was genuinely curious if she just collected the people who she turned down for her friends. It was a very Natasha thing to do.
Before Natasha could answer, they were interrupted by the quiet sound of Issac's ringtone. His phone sang to him from where it was placed on his nightstand and he sighed heavily at the caller ID. He couldn't ignore this one as much as he wanted to.
"Secretary Pierce." he answered after pressing the green button, putting the device to his ear. "What can I do for you?"
Natasha remained silent as he spoke, watching him intently. It wasn't very often that the Secretary of the World Security Council called you directly. She kept her gaze trained on him, taking note of every slight change in his expression as he listened to the man speaking on the other end of the line before hanging up.
"What was that?" She asked quietly, eyeing him with slight concern.
"I have to go see the Secretary tomorrow, he wants to discuss something with me. Said it couldn't be talked about over the phone.." he frowned, visibly distressed.
Natasha understood, turning off the TV and corking the bottle of wine before moving to place it in the small fridge near the wall. She turned off the lights, climbing back into her side of the bed and pulling the covers over the both of them. There was enough room on the mattress for them to share it without being on top of each other.
Issac sighed, staring up at the ceiling in the dark as he laid on his back. Even though he'd consumed more alcohol than usual tonight, it was incredibly hard for him to fall asleep. He didn't like the tone in the secretary's voice, and he kept replaying the last conversation he had with Fury over and over again. Who could possibly infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D without being noticed, let alone get away with assassinating the director and getting away from someone like Captain America? That, along with the last assignment Fury had given him, things weren't adding up. He felt like he was trying to solve a puzzle with different pieces from different puzzles.
Eventually, as his eyes began to droop and the sun rose slowly over the horizon, he came to the conclusion that perhaps they weren't dealing with one person, but several people. They had to have access to S.H.I.E.L.D internally somehow, so it would be a matter of weeding out those who didn't belong. If only he knew how close, and how far off he was from the truth.
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On The Edge. | Steve Rogers.
Fanfiction"I grew up in an orphanage, in the middle of a war. Loneliness and solitude is all I've known." "You should have called for help." "My idea of 'help' is a sniper on the roof, Rogers." Steve Rogers x male oc.
