Romanrogers With a Twist

-Chapter Eleven-

Champagne Problems - Taylor Swift 

(Because it fits the first part and why not)

-Natasha's POV-

I feel cold air edging towards my face.  I'm expecting the window to be cracked open, but when I pry my eyes open, I turn to look over and face that direction. 

 But instead I am met face to face with Steve smiling at me.  He has a little fan propped up in his hands, blowing on me.  

"Steve!"  I laugh.  He immediately grimaces, jumping off the bed, not trying to get tagged by me.  

Steve runs around my bedroom with the mini fan still in his hand.  At some point of us still chasing each other around, he finds me and tightly wraps his arms around me.  

"Gotcha!"  Steve laughs.  He blows his loose long strands of hair so they are out of his face.  He wears his perfect smile all over his face, forcing my mouth to tug one too.  

Steve and I almost basically practically like live together, or I guess you could say that.  Least that's what Clint says.  Wanda always gives us a mischievous smile when she sees us together.  

Sometimes I just really want to wipe that no good for nothing smirk off her face. 

 No matter what or how hard she seems to beg, I am never ever going to let her enter my head like that again.  It's private, and meant to be kept like that.  

"Bucky I am pretty sure that sure went to that coffee shop downtown."  Steve smirks at me.  I cock my head.  He knows damn well that I love that place.  

I rush myself to get ready faster.  I don't shower so instead I apply extra deodorant to myself and some dry shampoo to my hair.  

Steve meets me at my door, and we make our way downstairs.  In the kitchen, Bucky is busy setting everything up.  It is a mess.  But you don't mess with Bucky when he is thinking.  You have to trust the process.  

Several takeout boxes are sprawled out and are all over covering the marble island.  A few drinks that he ordered are also laying around too.  

"Bucky!!!"  I spring to him with joy.  "What is the special occasion?"  I give him my biggest puppy eyes.  

"Hey doll!"  Bucky smiles.  He doesn't seem a bit surprised by me.  He hands me my coffee order and I snatch it out of his hands without hestitation.  

"You ignored the question Bucky!!!"  I grumble.  

He laughs and pats my head.  "Nothing special I promise.  Besides I thought I'd be nice by giving you all something special."  He is now ruffling my hair.  

I give Bucky an approving smile and take a sip of my coffee.  It's bitter and cold, just the way I like it.  

"I got you your uh ... original order I guess you say or your usual."  He smiles.  He scratches the back of his head.

"Yeah I can tell."  I smirk at Bucky.  

I find a seat next to Steve at the breakfast bar, and snatch up one of the paper bags.  

"Do you even know if that is yours or not?"  Steve glares at me as he nibbles on his bagel sandwich.  

"I always know if it is mine or not silly.  It's just my senses.  Besides I am always right Steve."  I shove him a little.  

The truth is I have no idea if this is actually mine or not.  I pry open the bag and pull out of slice of an avocado toast.  Yes!

I let out a nervous chuckle.  Steve looks at me suspiciously.  "Told you I was right!"  I declare.  He rolls his eyes and shrugs his shoulders.  He turns back to go looking through the paper.