Shadow of the Past (Captain America) // ✔️ //

Chapter 2: Danger in Playground

Pepper had left soon after she had come up from the lab, and it was clear that Antonia had pissed her off as she had stormed out of the Tower without a word. Steve had come up from lab a few minutes later and headed directly to the couch in front of the fire pit. He didn't say much, a clear sign that Antonia had pissed him off too which was hard to do.

"So Stark isn't coming up?" Natasha asked as she left the well-stocked bar.

Steve stared in the non-lit fire. "No, I do not think she will." He was thinking about something, and after a few seconds of silence, he spoke again. "I really don't understand her. How can she be so careless?"

Clint walked into the room. "It's who she." He eyed Natasha, as she walked to the chair beside the couch and sat down. She had a drink in her hand. "She isn't use to having so many people, who would care if she died, looking out for her." He crossed to the bar to get himself a drink.

Natasha glanced toward Clint. "Did you to get into another fight with her, Rogers?"

"Yes," Steve answered.

"You know, it's never a good thing, when Mother and Father are fighting," Clint teased, crossing to the window. The view was amazing and Clint could understand why Antonia built the tower here. "It does a team no good. Maybe, you two should just make up already. Or not, angry sex is the best kind of sex there is."

Steve turned suddenly, almost falling off the couch. "Wait....What?" Natasha laughed, which was rare. "Is he inferring that Stark and I are...?" he asked, turning to Natasha. Clint started laughing, seeing Steve's face was blood red. "We haven't done anything. We're just friends..." He paused and looked around, trying to locate a good spot to stare. "There's nothing going on between us..."

Natasha and Clint laughed louder. "I like how worked up he's getting," Clint crossed to his teammates. "Are you sure, Captain?"

"There's no fonduing between us!" He hid his cherry face.

"Fonduing? Is that what the kids are calling it?" Clint grinned. "Fonduing? Natasha, want to fondue?"

Natasha stopped laughing and turned her attention back to Steve. "Barton just meant you and Stark are leaders of this group, and it's not a good thing when you two fight."

"Oh," Steve muttered. "Why didn't you just say that?" His face slowly returned to its normal color.

"It-" Loud music started to play. "-is what I said," Clint finished, turning to the door. "What the hell? Is she going to have ear drums after Antoniaght?"

Natasha took a deep breath. "What did you say to her to upset her this much?" She narrowed her eyes at Steve.

Steve turned to her and returned her glare. "What makes you say that?

She brought her hand to her face in disbelieve. "I don't know. By the way you entered the room and the loud music coming from the lab? She doesn't play this shit loud unless she's upset."

The Captain stood up and walked to the bar. Though it was impossible for him to get drunk, he would try. It was after he poured himself a glass of whiskey that he answered her. "Why is this mine fault? I didn't do anything to her. It isn't my fault that no one can talk to her."

Clint glared. "You just like to bring up shit that she doesn't want to talk about, so yea, I blame you." He moved toward the door. The music was louder in the hall way.

Steve slammed the glass down, breaking it. "I'm not sorry that I want to mourn a friend. I have every right to do so, but I am sorry that I'd upset her. I thought she would want to talk about it." He looked for a trashcan so he could clean up his mess.