Winter's Widow

'Chapter 40

Although it may seem like it at first, this chapter has no smut. It's a little misleading, but I assure you that this is a safe chapter. There's a fine line between fluff and smut called smuff; this chapter lays on that border. XD

Natasha's pov:

"You're a perv, old man." I say as he puts his hands on my waist.

"Why?" He smiles and pulls me closer.

"You're 11 years older than me. That's over a decades difference." I say as he backs up into my desk.

"Tch. Shut up." He can't hold back a goofy grin.

"Make me." I rest my hands on his fore arms.

"Really?" He pulls me even closer, grinding our hips together.

"If you can, soldier." I purr.

"Hmmm. Seductive spider?" He smirks faintly.

"Is that what you call me? Accurate, but I prefer the term sassy. Hence the name, assassin." I correct him.

"Oh, my bad. Sassy spider." He strains the word sassy.

"Much better." I smile.

"Hmm... Who ever thought a wolf would fall in love with a spider?" He cocks his head to the side, burning his steel eyes into mine.

"Nobody, but who thought it'd be the other way around?" I answer simply.

He takes a moment to examine my eyes. He wraps his arms around my waist and keeps a tight hold on me.

"Problem, Serge?" I ask, staring up at him.

"Not at all, agent." He responds.

I slide my hands up to his chest. I see that beloved curious expression.

"Soldier dropping by for a visit?" I ask.

No response.

I'll take that as a yes. He rests his chin on my head.

"...I should be leaving now, actually. I've places to be. You picked a woman with plans, Barnes." I interrupt the peace.

He just looks at me confused.

"I promised Clint I'd hang out with him today." I say.

He looks disappointed. He lets me go and exits the room, glancing at me one last time before walking through the door.

...

Some time passes.

Me and Clint are at a coffee shop, and are about to go get some alcohol from the liquor store.

"Ready to go get some good stuff?" he asks, taking a sip from his coffee.

"Course. Let's go." I say as I hop in the passenger seat.

He gets in the drivers and drives off.

"So, I gotta ask." He trails off with a playful smirk.

"Uh oh. About what?" I ask, preparing for the worst.

"Have you... Played with Winter?" He asks.

"What do you mean?" I return the half smile curiously.

"Like, I've never heard you talk about Winter coming..." He says.

"Oh. You really think we haven't yet?" I ask.