Special Touch Part: Two

Chapter Five

"Here's your new phone and your..." Steve trailed off, handing you the bag, "Cavities."

"Oh, what'd you get!" Sam excitedly snatched the bag from your hand and Steve crowded back into the backseat.

"I'm hungry," Happy grumbled and Bucky nodded in agreement, but then he cringed in disgust when you offered him some gummy bears, "For real food, kid."

"It hasn't hit the news yet," Steve was saying, scanning his phone, "That's a good sign."

"Learn how to use one of those all by yourself, old man?" You teased and he scowled while Sam laughed.

"That's not good though," Bucky shook his head, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he drove down the highway, "It means those news outlets we saw back at the bridge?" He glanced over at you before he added, "Their stories were muffled by SHIELD."

"So, dramatic for a grumpy old ass," Sam teased him, and Bucky rolled his eyes, opening his mouth like he was going to say something, but then clamping it shut, deciding against it, "Can we get some food? Maybe at a diner or something before we reach the cabin, or do you not know how to use Google maps? I mean, your blinker has been on for the past ten minutes, but that seems on point for you."

"You know what, bird brain?" Bucky shot back, turning in his seat, but you pushed him to keep his eyes on the road before he swerved too much.

"What? What're you gonna do? Grumble something about how high gas prices have risen since your day? Just pipe down, grandpa and drive the damn-"

"Alright, guys, enough." Steve spoke up and you sighed, wishing he'd let them finish.

"Why did I even agree to this?" Happy mumbled and you smirked.

Eventually, the five of you made it up to Tony's cabin with plenty of snacks, your new phone activated, burgers, and pizza. You guys were a sight to behold as you all piled out of the car with the supplies in hand and you tilted your head curiously when there was a man waiting on the porch with a glass of lemonade in his hand.

"Lang, so glad you could join us." Steve's voice called out and the man came running over to help with all the bags after putting his cup down.

"Of course, mister – captain...America sir," He stumbled, still struck with who Steve was even after all this time, and he nodded to the rest as they passed him to head inside, but then looked to you before Steve could introduce you, "You must be the prophet, Y/n?" He asked, holding out his hand and you shook it, sensing his internal flaw and fixing it immediately, but he seemed to notice, "Whoa! What was that?"

"I'm not a prophet, but you ate something truly awful," You cringed apologetically, "I just erased the food poisoning before it could take effect, but I gotta ask," You released his hand with a smirk, "What the hell did you just have?"

"I mean – I mean," He darted his embarrassed eyes from the captain who looked amused with a cocked eyebrow, back to you, mumbling a small, "I might've eaten the leftover meatloaf in the fridge."

"Stark hasn't been up here in over two weeks," Steve chuckled, shaking his head, and patting the man's shoulder as he passed him to go inside, "And he doesn't make meatloaf."

"Oh. God." Scott groaned and you laughed.

"She just saved your life, Lang!" Steve called as he jogged inside, and the smaller man glanced back over at you gratefully.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

"Don't worry about it," You waved him off, "It's the least I can do since you came all this way to help me."

"I didn't just bring my dome of knowledge," He smiled knowingly, and you raised your eyebrows as he led you inside, "I also brought you something else."

Most of them were hovering around the kitchen table, scarfing down the food, and Steve was trying to get the computer up and running with the help of-

"Natasha?" You smiled so widely your cheeks hurt at the sight of your girlfriend and you ran up to her the second her eyes landed on you, a smile crossing her lips, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," You started right away after kissing her quickly, "I should've just kicked them out or killed them, I don't know, but I would try to kill a couple of gods if it made you happy – I mean, they would've whooped my ass 'til Sunday and I wouldn't have enjoyed it, well maybe a lit-"

She cut your rambling off when she pulled you into another kiss, this one much longer and full of love. You smiled against her, pressing yourself further into her, and Steve cleared his throat, but she just ignored him.

"I brought you some fresh clothes," She was saying, but your eyes were lidded, watching her lips as she spoke, and just waiting to kiss her again, "Wanna go upstairs and take a shower?"

"That is so h-" Sam started, but you cut him off.

"Are you saying I smell?" You scoffed defensively with a small, teasing smile.

"I'm saying I want to get you naked." She whispered hotly in your ear, low enough so they couldn't hear her.

"So, we're gonna be right back," You turned to tell them, and a few were smirking while Happy just ignored you both completely and Scott was smiling like a goof, happy about the reunion he helped to make happen, "Thanks again you guys!"

You called the last part as your assassin quickly led you up the stairs and then she pushed you backwards into one of the guestrooms, kicking the door shut behind her. You were already peeling your jacket and shirt off, letting them fall to the floor, but she hardly gave you any time to do so before she was on you again, kissing and nipping her way down your neck.

"You're gonna have to be quiet, sweetheart," She whispered, kissing your lips as she undid the button on your pants, "Think you can manage?"

"No," You shook your head honestly and she couldn't help but to laugh at the blunt way you said it, like there was no way in hell you could keep it down, even with them all downstairs, "So, are you going to strip or...?"

"Or what?" She challenged, pulling your pants down so you could step out of them.

"Or am I calling one of them up here to help me out?" You cocked an eyebrow, challenging her right back, and her expression darkened, pulling at her obvious territorial jealousy that she's shown here and there before, but that's exactly what you wanted.

She pulled you in with her hands on your hips, digging her fingers into the softer flesh possessively and then bit down on your neck after she kissed it, making you whimper, holding onto her shoulders to steady yourself.

"You're mine, sweetheart," She started marking up your neck and you bit your lip to stop a moan from escaping when her hand slid further down, "And only mine."