Your Love is My Drug

Nearing the Afternoon

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A/N: Sorry for the wait. Leave any prompt requests in the comments please :)

After Bruce and Nat's little reunion, which was of course interrupted by one Tony Stark, everyone decided that lunch was nearing and ordered Shawarma. Once their order was placed, Tony and James said that they would go and bring it back to headquarters so they suited up and took off.

Deciding to pass time, the rest of the Avengers decided to watch TV so people took their places on the large couch, and some sat on the floor.

Few minutes in, Natasha said she would get everyone a soda. Standing up, she turned towards Bruce, who was sat next to her on the couch, and pulled him up with her, stating that she needed help bringing it in. Bruce almost lost his footing and fell but quickly regained his balance. Natasha gave him a raised eyebrow, a small smile gracing her lips, before making her way to the kitchen. Bruce, being the obedient puppy he is, followed in her footsteps.

When they entered the kitchen, Natasha headed for the fridge and told Bruce to get the tray in the top cabinet so they could carry the drinks in. She said she would get a lot since she knew how fast the team would down their drinks. Bruce nodded at her before watching her make her way over to get the drinks.

When she opened the refrigerator, she inspected its contents before bending down to reach the drinks at the back of the fridge. Bruce's face couldn't help but get red when he was given such a pleasant view. He then quickly realized, he didn't want Nat to notice his observations so he hastily made his way over to the top cabinet to retrieve the tray.

When he turned back around, he almost jumped back into the counter. Natasha was intently staring at him, with her eyes narrowed.

She gave a brief nod and a slight 'hmm' before taking the tray out of his hands and walking over to the small dining table where she had placed numerous drinks on. She started placing each can of various soda on the tray. Bruce was still frozen in place at the counter before he made his way over to assist her. When they were finished, Bruce was about to grab the ends of the tray. But before he could get his hands on it, Natasha lightly held him by the arm. He turned to look at her with a curious look and saw she was giving him a mischievous look. She let go of him a crossed her arms.

"So Doc, awhile ago... Did you see something you like."

Bruce shook his head and answered too quickly, "No."

She raised her eyebrow at him.

He swallowed. "Uh... I mean yes?"

She took a step closer to him and looked up at him. They were just centimeters apart now. Bruce had to tilt his head down a little because she was a few inches shorter than him. She just wanted to pull him down for a kiss but decided to let the tension continue, waiting to see what he would do. Bruce was gazing at her with a soft look in his eyes before he hooked his fingers under Natasha's chin and started slowly leaning down, both of them closing their eyes.

But before their lips could make even the slightest contact, the kitchen door opened, making them jump apart quickly from each other.

They both turned towards the door. Bruce had a sheepish look on his face but Natasha's own was blank, as if nothing had, or was about to, happen. Clint stared at them, giving them an accusing look.

"You two are taking forever. Where's the drinks?" He asked he leaned against the doorframe.

Natasha rapidly turned around, grabbed the tray and walked towards Clint and shoved it in his hands, almost making the drinks fall. "Here ya go."

She then grabbed Bruce's hand and started dragging him out of the kitchen with her and headed towards the living room. She and Bruce promptly took their respective seats on the couch just as Clint walked in with the tray of drinks in his hand. He set it down on the coffee table in front of the couch and gave Natasha a pointed look before taking his seat on the floor.

Everyone then grabbed their drinks and then focused on the TV film that was running. It was showing World War Z. Everyone's drink was finished swiftly, so they set their empty cans on the table, and some people grabbed for seconds.

Natasha turned to Bruce, who was intently fixed on the film, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He turned to her and she saw his cheeks go pink a bit and smirked, which he then responded by rolling his eyes playfully at her. They both then returned their gazes to the display in front of them. Natasha's right hand found Bruce's left one and she quickly entwined them. She scooted closer to him, feelings his warmth radiate against her. Their intertwined hands were rested on Bruce's leg and both of them, still facing the TV, had a small, adoring smile on their faces.

A/N: Agggh this took me forever to write. And it probably seems really cheesy :/ I kept getting writer's block! I'm not sure if I should continue this part with a second one or just move on?? Please comment whether u want a continuation to this part or for me to start something else! Oh and don't forget to leave any prompt ideas also! :)

~Rin