Her Alpha [WINTERWIDOW]

Chapter 5

Of course she is hungry, she hasn't grabbed anything to eat before he even found her. She nods at his question, and he takes her hand in his as he leads her to the kitchen. She looks to the counter table that is occupied with different can food.

So not only has he brought guns and other weapons, but food too. How, she doesn't know, he hasn't explained himself to her. And Natalia doesn't like to be kept in the dark.

She averts her gaze from the cans to their clasped hands, then drags her eyes up to his face.

She has to give herself a number of days before she officially runs away. She could pretend with him - even though she isn't pretending any of the impulses towards him - and then later on she'll slip from his fingers.

She smiles and pulls his face to hers to steal a gentle long kiss from his soft lips. He breathes in hard as he kisses her back, and she has to take a fistful of his hair to pull him back before they get too much into the moment. She still wants him so bad, and she can see the feeling is mutual through his own eyes.

She finds some things to wear in the safehouse in the wardrobe of a bedroom. Even though they are bigger, she wears these grey sweatpants and an oversized white shirt. She doesn't have the patience to give a damn if she looks ridiculous.

He clearly can't stop staring at her now and she starts wonder how she looks in his eyes.

After their meal for the first night, Natalia insists that she's tired even though she's far from it - this whole day has her too wired. She just wants to get away from him and figure things out a plan. Because whenever he's near, she can't think clearly.

So when she is done washing the few dishes, she wipes her hands dry with a dry white clothe and says, "I'm going to bed." She looks him dead in the eye.

He nods and stands up from the stool. "Let's go then."

"No." Her voice raises. "I want to sleep alone, in another bedroom." She crosses her arms over her chest and pretends to be fierce, even though her omega side is hoping that he insists on sleeping in the same bed as her. But her rational side, the real side of her, is hoping against that.

The Soldier stares at her for a long time before he starts slowly walking towards her.

She gasps and uncrosses her arms, swallowing hard. The closer he comes, the more her omega instincts try to carry out. But she resists.

"Let me check your ankle." He says all of a sudden.

She scoffs and crosses her arms again but he starts leading her against the counter. "Can you sit on the countertop for me?" He asks softly.

She stares at him hard, unmoving.

He sighs and holds her hips, carrying her up to sit her on the counter table.

Natalia fumes and looks away from him, angry that she just allowed that. She feels like a child as he unwraps the bandage and inspects her ankle. Just ridiculous.

She huffs.

She is the Black Widow. She doesn't need a man taking care of her. If it weren't for her damn omega hormones, she would have fought him or even killed him by now.

"So? How is it?" She snaps irritably.

He looks up at her. "It looks better. You're fine without the bandage. But tell me," he starts pressing his fingers into where it hurts, "how does this feel?"

She slightly flinches, "Ow."

His face hardens. "Are you alright?" His tone is firm and protective.