Romanrogers With a Twist

-Chapter Ten-

-Natasha's Pov-

I hear the door click open and immediately my breath starts to hitch.  Cold sweat rolls down my back, as the dear longs to come back.  They can't possibly be back.  Not yet!  Not now!

I roll my wrist around and it knocks into something.  I blink open one eye to see what it is and it's a set of abs.  Oh right.  I am with Steve in his arms.  

I hear the door open wider this time, but I don't dare move.  I don't even seem to care who it is anymore.  I am just going to stay right here in my man's arms.  

I start to slowly and softly brush my finger tips over Steve's sculpted abs.  They are so polished to the touch.  My body suddenly moves towards the inside of the bed.  

When I reach the middle I notice Steve smiling down at me.  "It's just Bucky.  He probably wants us to actually get up and go downstairs."  Steve grins softly.  I feel his warm breath float around me.  

I roll my eyes.  I don't really want to get up.  Steve and I were just sharing a very intimate moment.  

"Steve!  I told you not to do anything stupid when I am gone!"  Now look at you!  You've made a dirty mess with Natasha!  Steve what is wrong with you?!  Steve I don't know what to do with you.  I think I am starting to have trust issues with you right now.'  Bucky blurts out.  

"Bucky!  We never even slept with each other, we were just cuddling together in each others arms!"  Steve tries to clarify.  

"I'll believe you on this one.  But I am only gonna promise you this once Steve!"  I hear Steve crack up in the distance.  

"We'll anyways the reason why I came in here was because everyone is waiting for you downstairs.  Just letting you know."  Before he leaves the room.  

"Well tell them I will be down there soon or in a minute!"  I shout after Bucky as his footsteps begin to fade.  

"Okay!"  I hear Bucky shout back.  Me and Steve both turn to each other and snicker.  

"Alright handsome time to get up!"  I sit up and tug on Steve's arm.  It lifts up, but then immediately falls back down.  Steve has his face buried in his pillow partly, so I can see his little smirk growing on his face.  

"Steveee!  C'mon!!!"  I pout at him.  He reaches for me and pulls me in for a quick and sweet kiss.  Our lips brush against each others.  

He smiles at me then gets up.  He pulls the covers over the spot he was just laying in, making it look neat again.  I honestly don't know what I would do without Steve.  

I get up and tie my hair up into a messy ponytail.  I don't see a point in brushing it  Steve opens the door, and I lead , out the door to the elevator.  

When we reach the living room, everyone is there and suddenly turns to face me and stare.  There is a growing silence that kills me beyond my wildest dreams.  

"Natasha . . . Is that you?"  Clint suddenly asks.  He walks up to me, but keeps his distance with large wide eyes.  

"Yeah Clint . . . it's me.  I don't know who'd else it would be?"  I say.  Steve gently places a hand behind my back.  It's almost like he knows what's going to happen.  

"But the real question is, if you are really the one that tried to kill me."  Clint says to me.  I am in complete shock of confusion.  

"Kill you?  Clint when did I ever want to, when did I ever want to do such a thing to you.  I mean your one of my closet friends I have ever had, I mean first ones really."  I stare at him, lost in his own words.