Trapped in her own Web

Sparring/Makeout Sessions Leave you with Bruises

The next morning James woke up to an empty bed. He pushed himself up and hastily hopped over to his clothes. He began tugging them on so he could search for Natalia. That was unnecessary however when she came out the bathroom in her gym kit.
"What time is it?"
"About 5ish," she replied.
"What you doing up so early?" His voice was heavy with sleep.
"Training, I plan on doing a bit before the debrief with Fury, and besides," she rose an eyebrow at him, " I thought you got up this early anyway, Steve does."
"Yeah well I ain't no Captain America,"
"No." She agreed. "You're much better." She kissed his jaw softly. "Come on soldier, you could do with some exercise. You've been getting sloppy in training."
"Is that a challenge?"
"You bet it is."
"Fine, I accept."

They strolled down the corridor to the elevator. Barnes pressed the button for his floor whilst Natasha pressed the one for the gym. "Go on ahead of me, I'll catch you up. I've got to find my kit." She nodded and accepted his kiss on the cheek before the doors slid shut and she was descending. 

Once she reached the gym she looked around for the patriotic super soldier and then remembered it was Monday, a running day. She walked over to the punching back and began beating it. She felt the leather thin beneath her fists as each blow raining down brought it closer to breaking. She wasn't worried about budget, Stark was a billionaire and besides they had a whole storage room full for Steve anyway.

She felt his presence behind her and smirked as she threw one last punch at the bag and watched in satisfaction as it split open and spilt sand everywhere. A Dummy robot, as Stark liked to call them, dispatched itself from the rack and began clearing away the mess.
"I didn't teach you that." His voice was low and rough, still tinted with a hint of grogginess. She however was wide awake, eyes bright and cheeks flushed.
"No, you never took the time to teach me technique. You believed in learning on the job, using my failures as a lesson. It was all purely physical with you."
"I didn't hear you complaining about it being physical, in fact if I recall I remember someone -" she shot him a dirty look that made his next words die in his mouth. "Never mind." She nodded in approval.

They crossed over to the ring and Bucky looked at it in disgust. "We never had these before." She gave him a look.
"You want to go old school?"
"Make it fair for the old man."
"I'm technically an 80 something year old too."
"Well I must say you look amazing for your age sweetheart."
"Flattery won't make me go easy on you Barnes."
"Wasn't counting on it." He gave her a grin as they squared up opposite the other, beneath them was just the wooden floor. Natasha cracked her knuckles and pulled her hair back. When she was fighting with James she preferred to keep it out of the way. Similarly, he tied his hair back in a man bun and she couldn't help but admiring him, especially when he took his shirt off.

He looked over at her and waggled his eyebrows. "Checking me out Romanoff?" The use of her present last name sent a shiver down her spine, not an unpleasant one either.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing Barnes." She lifted her tank top over her head and was left in just her sports bra. "Now who's checking who out?"
"It's not like I haven't seen you in less." She glared at him to shut him up and he chuckled slightly before getting into an easy stance. She copied his movement and then they started.

They slowly circled each other, keeping an even amount of distance between each other. Each one looking for a weakness in the other. Finally James leapt forward, sending a crushing blow to her jaw and a kick to her abdomen. She deflected the kick and followed the punch round, raising her leg to catch him in the side of the face. He stumbled back and then came at her again, raining blow after blow down on her. She managed to dodge and block most of his attacks but caught a jab to her ribs. White hot pain spiked and she used it to clear her mind. Pushing everything else aside she surprised him by tackling him. All their other matches had ended up in a draw, well one person winning but they had lost count. She needed to surprise him and so did the unexpected, she went on the heavy offensive.

He let out an oof as he hit the mat and had no time to recover before she was on his chest, trying to pry his fists open so she could pin them. She used an effective pressure point which made his hands spasm long enough for her to pin them down with her feet. He bucked his legs up and kicked her in the back of the head. She grunted and rolled off.

They both stood back up and analysed each other, still circling. She grinned and ran at him, her legs bent as if to jump onto his shoulders, however he knew her tricks and managed to grab her by the hair as she slid beneath his legs. He pulled her back and she used her feet to hook his leg and sent him tumbling. Somehow he ended up on top of her and had her successfully pinned.

A strand of hair stuck to her face and she tried to blow it out the way. He smirked down at her triumphantly."Doesn't this seem familiar."
"Oh please, you're never on top."

She was smiling coyly and her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. Her eyelashes batted and he felt his stomach tighten. She bit her lip slowly, teasingly. He leaned down to kiss her and the best thing he knows is she's head butted him hard and now their positions are reversed. She laughs tauntingly at him.
"Nice view." She digs her heels into his ribcage and he groans.
"Eyes on my face Barnes." He just grins.
"Ok you've won, now can you let me up?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
"Whether it's worth it." In response he surges up and captures her lips, she replies eagerly and he sits up with her still on his lap, their lips still locked. Her nails dig into his scalp as his hands press into her back. It gets more passionate before Natasha pulls away. He looks at her confused. "Well I'll definitely say it was worth it." He groans as she gets up, purposely swaying her hips. She got to her gym bag when she felt his arms wrap around her waist.
"Natalia." He growled in her ear.
"Hmmm, something you want James?" She span around and he immediately attacked her lips. She smirked against his as she jumped up and hooked her legs around him. He backed them up until she felt herself hit the wall. They continued roaming each other's mouths whilst their hands went wandering. It was only when they heard a quiet squeak that they sprang apart.

Both were breathing heavily as they stood feet apart. A bright red Captain America stood frozen in the doorway. His eyes showed confusion and shock and despite the situation Natasha laughed. Her laugh sparked something in him as his head whipped between the two, his mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish.
"Hi Steve."
"I uh I uh um uh,"
"I'll see you at the debrief Rogers, you too Barnes." She picked up her bag and patted Steve on the shoulder as she passed, all he could do was stare hopelessly after her. He turned to face Bucky.
"How? What? Huh?" Bucky just chuckled as he pulled his shirt on.
"C'mon pal, you might want to sit down."

A/N Don't worry we hear more from Steve in the near future.
Fun Fact: Elizabeth Olsen (Wanda) lets Chris Evans draw on her hand when he's nervous.
Thoughts on Brutasha? :)