Romanogers One - Shots

Valentine? {Natasha}

<Natasha>

warnings: almost smut?

It was Valentine's Day at the Avenger's tower. Tony had had some giant extravaganza and had bought decorations, and then left Wanda, Jane, and I to decorate the place. In the process, Jane and Wanda placed gold stars in my hair with sparkly streamers. I'd promised not to take them out, despite the fact that I hated them.

I left them in and left to change for the evening. No, I was single. I didn't have a date that night. Tony was there with Pepper, Vision came with Wanda, Bruce had Betty, Thor had Jane. Clint had Laura and wasn't coming. Hell, even Coulson had a date with Melinda. Maria was the only other single lady. Please, cue Beyoncé.

I dressed in a slim, curve-wrapping red dress, and black heels. Did what I could with my hair. Mascara, dark eye shadow, lipstick. I stepped back out of my room, and was met by a swarm of thousands of people. Tony basically invited the whole city. Naturally. I made my way through the crowd through to the bar. Being enhanced, alcohol couldn't soak my system like it could other humans, so I'd be the only sexy, hot person that was stone cold sober at one A.M.

Well, I'd be the only female. Captain America's super soldier serum kept the alcohol from saturating into him as well. I ordered a martini, dry, two olives, and sat at the bar. That man. The one with the dark brown hair, and green eyes, with the bright red flower in his lapel. He seemed new. Maybe in his late twenties, but pulled off the young face well. The night was just starting, but he seemed thoroughly intoxicated already. He couldn't handle his drinks. I poured the martini in the trash.

"I don't believe we've met," I said. "I'm Natasha. Pleased to meet you." I plastered a sickly sweet smile on my face and put my hand out. He bent over and kissed it. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "The same to you, lovely lady. I am Peter De Vangard. Do you wish to dance?"

I nodded, the smile never leaving my face. He swept me out to the dance floor and placed his hand in mine. We were so close, his chest pressed against mine, my chin resting on his shoulder. Over in the corner, Steve was standing with wine, in a black tuxedo. I caught his gaze and he raised an eyebrow. New acquaintance, I mouthed. Drunk as hell. He nodded.

After dancing, he was just begging to take me to bed. He placed his hand on my back, and slunk his hand slowly downwards. He pressed his lips to mine, catching me (yes, the infamous Black Widow) off guard. I attempted pulling away, but I felt cold marble wall behind my back. I attempted saying something, but he shushed me with another kiss.

I slapped his hand, as it inched down past my hips. Suddenly, he was pulled roughly away from me. There stood Steve. "Don't touch her like that!" He said angrily, pushing the Peter away. Peter stumbled backwards, but with all the alcohol in his system, he came back raring to go. He threw a sloppy punch at Steve, which was a horrible mistake. Steve had him knocked out in a matter of seconds.

Then he made his way to me. "You okay?" he asked, the concern clear in his voice.

"Yeah," I said, catching my breath. "I was obviously not prepared for tonight. Or him. Let's get out of this back hallway."

"There's stars in your eyes," he said, and pulled a gold star from my hair. He waved it in front of my face. I couldn't help but laugh. America's Golden Boy and the deadliest Russian spy. An odd pair. Bruce weaved his way through the crowd, Betty hanging on his shoulders. "You two here together?" He shouted to us over the music.

I looked over my shoulder, unsure of what to say. Steve nodded. "Yeah, she's here with me," he shouted.

"What?"

"Yeah, she's with me," he yelled. Something exploded behind us. "Oh shit, that's probably Tony. He's most likely drunk. I'll go get him, hold on."

"Language, Cap," I said, smiling as he went to figure out what Tony blew up.

Wanda came up to me, holding red-frosted cupcakes with hearts on them. "Have a cupcake," she offered. "Or two, for Steve." She winked at me as I grabbed two cupcakes. "Are you and Steve going to be a thing?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure. He's interested. His flirtatious side is absolutely adorable," I said, laughing for the second time.

Wanda disappeared into the crowd as Steve came back to my side. "Hey, will you, um, dance with me?" His cheeks turned a bright red and I grabbed his hand and twirled onto the floor. I realized I'd forgotten the cupcakes on a side table over there but oh well. He carefully avoided my feet as we danced, his muscular six-foot-two frame hovering over me.

It was one in the morning and the party was still in full swing. Cap and I say at the bar with two drinks. A cold red wine for him, vodka tonic for me.We left the bar, hand in hand. I stood out on the roof, next to him, his arm around me. He was so handsome. He'd taken off his suit jacket, leaving him in a white shirt. His muscles showed through.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Steve," I said, kissing him. He returned the kiss, then suddenly pulled me up against him. He ran his hands up my back, letting his fingers run over my hips. Surprisingly, I didn't pull away. He backed me up against a wall, kissing me more and more passionately. He ran his fingers through my hair and I threw my arm around his neck.

All of a sudden, I pulled away, pushing a finger to his lips. "Let's finish this somewhere else," I whispered, even though no one could hear us.

I grabbed his hand and wove through the crowd. He followed me gladly, and as soon as we were in my room, we started where we'd left off. And we finished.

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Valentine's Day:) it's not Valentine's Day but whatever, I wrote it! Don't forget to vote! I'll update soon!