Special Touch Part: Three

Chapter Twenty-Five

You like to consider yourself pretty much an open book with your wife at this point.

Sure, in the beginning, there was a lot you didn't want to share or dig up about your past, but lately, you've been doing your best to answer any questions honestly when she asked you. Lying to Natasha Romanoff wasn't really an option, but there were always ways to avoid certain topics and you had much practice when it came to it.

Your ability of avoidance rivaled her ability of detecting bullshit.

Meet the Romanoffs.

"Movies?" She suggested lightly as she held your hand, the two of you strolling down the streets of Brooklyn, "Or we could grab something to eat first?"

"If we go to the movies, I'm just going to wanna make out." You admitted nonchalantly and she laughed.

"What're you, a teenager?" She teased, "We've been to the movies together before."

"And I always end up in your lap or the other way around," You smirked, glancing over at her, "Are you that forgetful or just in deep denial?"

"Neither." She grumbled adorably and you laughed.

"So, were you just subtly trying to get that to happen again or...?" You pretended to wonder, and she pulled you to stop, wrapping her arms around your waist as yours went to hang off her shoulders loosely.

"Would that be so bad?" She quirked her lips up into a mischievous smile and you shook your head slightly before she captured your lips with hers.

You could kiss your redhead a billion times, and believe yourself, you're trying, but it'd always feel like the first. Just as exciting and amazing, only lacking the nerves that brought on the new person's style. You knew what she liked, what kept her guessing in the best ways, what teased her to no end, and what told her you needed more. It was like a language only the two of you spoke and you didn't want to translate these passages for anyone else.

She was smiling when you both pulled away, your hand on her cheek now, and even though she looked happy to anyone else, you could see in her green eyes that she was scared.

"He'll be okay." You whispered lowly, touching her forehead with yours as your eyes fell closed, and she relaxed a bit in your arms, relieved you could always read her mind when needed.

"Promise?" She whispered back, her voice strained and wanting – needing you to give her this, even if it hurt in the end.

"I promise," You assured confidently, never wavering, "Because I won't let anything happen to either of you as long as I'm breathing."

She let out a shaky breath and you smiled softly, opening your eyes to meet her wet ones.

"I love you a whole lot, you know?"

"You did marry me, so I'd hope so." You told her cheekily and she rolled her eyes with a fond smile.

But there was something itching at the back of your head too, and it surprisingly wasn't Cory, but what you felt right before you killed Amanda ages ago. You never spoke it out loud, there was no investigation into her death where'd they'd test what was left of her, and nobody but you knew. The genetic coding that was similar to yours, could be a sibling or an aunt or someone that close, haunted you day and night. Usually, you'd be too distracted to remember, but it was constantly popping into your head at random times, and with Cory having Bucky's Hydra issues, you were worried what issues Amanda could've given him genetically too.

With the minimal updates Bucky was giving you and T'Challa or Shuri was giving Natasha, the two of you knew it'd be at least a month without Cory. It wasn't going to be easy; it was already killing you both, but you had each other just like in the beginning, and if history has proven anything, it's that the two of you together could get through just about everything.

"I think I want to go back to med school." You told her when you both walked out of the theater after the movie, having failed miserably at keeping your hands to yourself.

"Yeah?" She mused, smiling down at your hands linked together when you started swinging them, "But with what you can do, it seems unnecessary, doesn't it?"

"I only had half a year left though," You furrowed your eyebrows in thought, looking down at the ground in front of you, "Thought it'd be nice for Cory to be able to tell people his mom is a doctor when he starts school."

"What's wrong with just saying you're a stay at home mom?"

"Nothing, if it wasn't a lie," You smirked, "And with your...job being a little more complicated, thought it'd be good to have a more solid, honest one."

"Or it'd be awesome to say he had two moms who were avengers," She shrugged, and you rolled your eyes with a small smile, "Just saying."

"It goes against everything I've stood for!" You tried to sound affronted, but you ended up laughing at the end.

"You're so goddamn stubborn," She groaned, throwing her head back for emphasis, "You do realize people are capable of changing and adapting, right? Especially their views on..." She trailed off, raising your guys' hands with a cocked eyebrow, making sure your wedding ring was in view to further her point, "Things."

"You're saying, because I married an avenger, I should be more willing to join them?" You asked with raised eyebrows as she let your hands drop back down, and then you scoffed, "Please, Ash, you know me better than that."

"I do," She smiled to herself, loving not only the truth in what you both said, but also the new name you gave her that you seemed to be sticking with, and then she sighed, "Just wish you'd try it out."

You thought about it for a moment because usually when it came up in conversation, it was easy to joke off or change the subject, but with how she was acting, it seemed to have grown into something more. It clearly meant something to her at this point, and you scrunched your face in annoyance at that, out of view, cursing yourself for even considering it, but when it came to Natasha, you always had a hard time say no.

"Okay." You found yourself saying, so lowly that you weren't even sure she had heard you until she physically perked up and turned to you.

"Wait, really?" Her smile was filled with so much hope that now you were just mad at yourself for taking this long to actually consider it and that just showed how far gone you were for your assassin, "You'd...really?"

"Yeah," You shrugged with a smile, your eyes never leaving hers, "I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Famous last words." She teased and you chuckled before she was cupping your face excitedly, pulling you in for a searing kiss.