Special Touch Part: Three

Chapter Two

Unsurprisingly, Natasha gave you a quick kiss before splitting off to wherever her meeting was being held, and you were left to defend for yourself as you were free to stroll aimlessly through the tower's hallways.

The growling of your stomach led you to the kitchen and you hummed to a song that had been on the radio as you guys drove in. It was weird not taking the train or a cab, but having a car became convenient with the random, spontaneous trips you'd take with your lady love, and now that empty spot on your street that was reserved for your house finally had something in it.

And you loved your VW bug like it was your child or better, like it was Ollie's pup.

It wasn't that you couldn't afford a Stark approved car, SHIELD still paid you plenty – mainly just to keep you happy, but you truly loved a car with a bit of character and if character meant plenty of mechanical problems, then your bug wasn't a supporting actor, that's for sure.

Main character who broke down on you more than three times last summer more like.

You get it.

"Farm Barne!" You cheered as the grumpy, brooding man came storming down the hallway, and his expression barely softened with seeing your adorable mug, "Oh, no, did Sam piss in your coffee again?"

"No – wait, wha-"

"Maybe it wasn't piss..." You trailed off under your breath, looking away with a squint as you tried to remember, and then waved it off, adding louder with a smile, "Ah, no bother, anyway, what's got your panties in a twist?"

"Fury took me off the mission," He grumbled angrily, steam practically coming out of his ears, "The biggest mission we've had in who knows how long and he calls me a fucking 'liability'."

"What an asshole," You shook your head, "Why don't we get one of the interns to help put a lil cream in his coffee," You nudged his side with your elbow as you walked next to him and wiggled your eyebrows up and down, "If you know what I mean."

"God, you're disgusting."

"Where's this mission anyways?"

"Croatia and it's something big too," He thought back to the beginning of the meeting, calming down as he talked to you, before he was given the winter boot, "Romanoff gets to go."

"Croatia's beautiful, don't get me wrong," You prefaced, "But I've been dying to visit Australia and pet a koala, so why can't your missions be there more often? I've only been twice, and it was just messy."

"You just want a honeymoon part two."

"New Zealand was a winter wonderland," You reminisced, "And Natasha was freaking Santa."

"And you lost me."

"I don't kiss and tell, so I gave you a fat, jolly man with a beard instead."

"Don't act like you weren't texting me details!" He laughed loudly and you were happy to cheer him up a bit, "I walked you through three different ways to tie a knot with rope and advised against a certain flavored..." He smirked when a couple of women walked by, not wanting them to hear the rest, and you saluted the agents who just rolled their eyes before he continued, "All over facetime calls while your assassin was in the shower."

"I felt fancy with all the different ways to tie her wrists to the headboard and random poles in damp basements." You hummed and he gaped at you with a face that said you had made his point, but to please stop.

"And the flavoring?"

"Yeah, passionfruit may sound sexy, but it doesn't taste as good as the originals like strawberry or pineapple when in the thi – oh, Barney, that reminds me, so the other night I got her on-"

"Rogers, incoming," He warned under his breath and nodded ahead down the hall, before smiling widely at the captain, "Steve! Hey, punk, how was the meeting?"

"Sorry he kicked you out, Buck," Steve apologized sincerely to his boyfriend and Bucky nodded, but then the captain turned to you, "So, have you met her?"

"Met who?" You looked between them, but Bucky shrugged, not knowing who he meant.

"The new recruit." He smiled proudly and you cocked an eyebrow, but before you could ask, there was a commotion down the hall.

The three of you turned to watch as Fury, unskrulled, Hill, Natasha, a handful of agents, Tony, and Clint all piled out of the room surrounding a dirty blonde woman who was laughing at something your wife had said.

"I don't like her." You grumbled, crossing your arms, and narrowing your eyes at how she playfully touched Natasha's arm as they both talked.

"What's her deal?" Bucky asked, brushing off your obvious jealousy, and turning back to the blonde dorito.

"Name's Amy, and she's something of an illusionist." Steve told you both proudly, having been the one to officially recruit her, and you scowled under your breath as she charmed the crap out of everybody.

She waved goodbye to everyone a moment later and then turned to hug Natasha, catching your assassin off guard, which only had you pursing your lips.

"Okay, now I hate her."

Bucky opened his mouth, something teasing on the tip of his tongue no doubt, but then Natasha was making her way over to you three, and he decided to hold back.

"Hey, baby, ready to go?" She smiled widely, ignoring the super soldiers as she slid her hands over your arms, and you let them fall to your sides.

"Lunch?" You suggested after taking a moment to glare after the new person who soon disappeared and finally meeting your assassin's eyes.

"Yeah, I have to talk to you about something," She bit her lip to stop herself from smiling too widely in front of the soldiers she was now turning to, "See you guys."

"Have a good time." Steve smiled sweetly and Bucky smirked next to him.

"Yeah, and good luck." The other soldier mumbled with a teasing smile, but you just hoped Natasha didn't hear him.

Of course, she did though.

She then grabbed your hand and you let her lead you down to the lobby, not saying much as your mind was racing with images of some other woman touching your-

You needed to calm down.

You weren't going to be one of those spouses who cares about every new coworker their spouse gets and wondering if there's some type of underlining chemistry you're picking up on, but they'll eventually give in to. No, you weren't the insecure, jealous, and accusatory type to just stir up trouble when there clearly isn't anything between them. She was attractive and you were usually the only one to make Natasha smile or laugh at the tower, it was practically your job, but Natasha was your wife, she married you, so you had nothing to worry about.

The two of you sat down at a small restaurant only a couple of blocks from the tower – might be a bistro, who knows? – and opened the menus given by the waiter.

"What're you in the mood fo-" She started, but you were already squinting over the menu at her, blurting out,

"So, the new girl's cute, isn't she?"