Special Touch Part: Two

Chapter Seven

"I don't want to share a room with him anymore."

It was about eight in the morning, Steve was in the kitchen with Bucky cooking up a breakfast for everyone, Happy was showering, and you and Natasha were lounging on the couch with your legs over her lap as she kept a hand on one, reading the news on her phone. Oh, and Sam and Scott were now crowding into your guys' space, Sam with a displeased expression and Scott with a baffled one.

"There's only four bedrooms," You shrugged, "And Happy called seniority on having his own, so..."

"Can I share with Steve or something?" Sam pleaded desperately.

"No." Bucky grunted from the kitchen and Steve laughed loudly.

"Is this about the air conditioning?" Scott guessed, "I like it a little chilly so I can cuddle under the blanket, it's usually warm in San Francisco, so I was just spoiling myself."

"It's the cuddling that is the problem." Sam groaned, covering his face with a hand.

"Food's on!" Steve called and Natasha patted your legs, so you slid them off with a small pout.

"I'm going to get us a couple of plates," She bent over to kiss you before smirking, "While you deal with this."

"Coward!" You called after her and she chuckled, swaying her hips into the kitchen.

You tilted your head to keep watching her and then snapped back into reality when she disappeared around the corner.

"Um..." You squinted up at them, trying to think of a solution, and then remembering something, "Oh! The couch over there is a pullout, why don't you just take it?"

"It's...musty." Sam cringed and you shrugged, getting up, tossing the magazine back on the coffee table.

"Either that, or cuddles with the insect shall continue."

"Hey." Scott whined and you winked at him.

"Fine, the couch." Sam grumbled and you nodded, patting their shoulders as you walked in between before heading to the kitchen.

"What're we having?" You hummed from behind Natasha, pressing up against her, and grabbing a strawberry off the plate.

You took a small bite, offering it to her after, so she took a bigger bite and you watched the fruit's juices coat her lips, reminding you of something else.

"Mm, thanks baby," She practically moaned, and you leaned your forehead against her shoulder, taking a moment to collect yourself, as she kept talking, "And the guys made French toast, so I cut up some fruit to go with it."

"We also made eggs, bacon, and pancakes." Steve told you proudly, but then you eyed the burnt pancakes and runny eggs, giving him a wide smile after catching his eye.

"Good choice." You whispered with a smirk after he turned away and she chuckled.

"Wanna eat out on the porch?" She suggested, turning to face you, and then she gave you a stemmed daisy from the vase on the island.

You kissed her sweetly and then took the flower, putting it behind her ear. She eyed you with a mischievous smile, both of you knowing that she wouldn't let anyone else do anything like that to her, and if she got shit for it, she'd beat that person's ass.

"Sounds perfect." You smiled, taking the plates she fixed, and leading the way outside.

There was a cute little table with two chairs set up in the corner of the wrap around porch and the two of you gravitated towards it, sitting down. She brought out a couple of drinks and utensils, putting them next to the plates.