Cat Got Your Tongue?

Chapter 13

I woke up the next morning with the biggest grin on my face. And no, it wasn't a cocky Cheshire grin, it was genuine. I rolled off of Tony's chest, making sure not to wake him and stood up slowly. I took a quick shower, washing the smell of sex from my hair and put on another bikini. This swim suit was blue and way more my color. I towel dryer my hair and walked back through Tony's room into the kitchen. Steve was awake and sitting on the couch by himself, drinking what looked like coffee. He was shirtless and only in swim shorts too, which I found amusing. I quietly shut the door to Tony's room and walked through to make myself some tea.

"Morning." I whisper mumbled. Steve looked up from the paper he was reading and smirked. I rolled my eyes  and looked away, diverting all my attention to the hot water.

"So." He says, taking a sip from his cup. "You two have fun last night?" He asked smiling. I decided to spare him the cringey details and give a brief explanation.

"Yeah, it was long awaited. I think." I said, trying to convince myself. I took a sip of my tea and cracked two eggs into a pan.

"Even I could tell." He muttered with his face in the newspapers. I ignored him until Clint walked out of Natasha's room. Now if you ask me that looks suspicious. We raised our eye brows at him as her rubbed his eyes.

"Oh please, she had a nightmare and made me stay." He said sighing.

"That's what they all say." Steve said looking at me smiling.

I continued to cook breakfast for everyone as Clint took a seat on the bar stool in front of my station. We talked breifly about plans for the day and tomorrow, then about an up and coming press conference that I was to attend.

"Why are you so set on apologising for us, I mean, we did save the world." Clint chuckled, raising a fork to his lips and chewing the content.

"We destroyed hundreds of people's homes and lives. I'm not just gonna take credit and walk away." I mumbled the last part, focusing on cooking. "Hey Nat." I changed the topic as Natasha walked in.

"Morning." She mumbled taking Clint's bacon from his plate. He tried snatching it back but to no avail.

"Hey guys." Tony walked in shirtless and I had to redirect my attention back to cooking.

Dirty slut.

"Shut up." I snapped quietly at myself. The guys looked at me. "I wasn't talking to you, I-ahhhh." I tried saving myself but Tony understood and saved me anyway.

"So whatcha cookin', good lookin'?" He asked, circling his hands round me from behind.

"You want some eyes and bacon?" I asked as everyone went back to what they were doing.

"Do i?" He asked as he walked to get himself a cup of coffee.