I Promise.

Natasha.

Chapter 16
I woke up with the worst headache. I turned to look at the clock. It read 6:45 AM. I leaned over to my side of the nightstand and opened my phone. Today was the 22nd, which meant it's Nat's birthday.
[Steve 6:45 AM] Happy birthday, Nat. I love you so so much! I hope you have the best birthday ever! Love you tons, and expect a lot of hugs and kisses when I get back! <3
She's always up early, so I know she'd see that text almost immediately.
[Black Widow 6:47 AM] Don't make me blush, Rogers. I love you too. I can't wait to see you once you get back. You have to tell me everything that happens. Also, Bucky beat you to the happy birthday text ;)
[Steve 6:47 AM] Really? What time?
[Black Widow 6:48 AM] 3:21. Try harder next time, Rogers.
[Steve 6:48 AM] I definitely will. Have a great day, Natasha. Love you.
[Black Widow 6:48 AM] Love you more.
[Steve 6:48 AM] Love you most.
[Black Widow 6:48 AM] Impossible. Now get back to smooching on your boyfriend.
[Steve 6:48 AM] Yes ma'am.
I thought about how she got the nickname "Black Widow".  We went to a zoo, and we went by the spider display. She immediately gushed over them. She loved spiders. She told us that black widows were her favorite. Tony immediately asked why, and she said
"They'll kill you the fastest!" With the sweetest smile on her face. That's when we knew we would fuck with her. Clint called her "the crazy Russian" for a whole year. It was awful. I put my phone back down on the nightstand and turned back to face Bucky. He looked so beautiful when he slept. Nothing happened last night, I already told him I wasn't comfortable with that stuff yet. He agreed that it was fine, and that we were too young. So really, we just wound up making out the whole night. That's really what all teenage couples do anyways. Just ask Pepper and Tony. They'd definitely confirm that. I squeezed myself under his right arm. I wanted to get close enough to wrap my arms around his waist. I can't wrap my hands around him with his arm in the way. My arms wouldn't be able to touch. He has muscles on muscles, so I couldn't even get past his chest with his arm blocking. Luckily he was somewhat conscious and moved his arm up in order for me to slide under it.
  "You're cold." Buck sleepily whispered.
  "I'm anemic, babe. I'm going to be cold." I chuckled. With that, he just shoved me into his chest to get me to shut up. He was obviously still tired. I looked at his neck to see the damage I had done to it.
  "Well you certainly can't hide that under a sweater." I said to myself. I couldn't imagine I was any better. For Bucky always thinking I was a delicate flower during the day, passionate Bucky is a totally different story. I'm going to have marks on me for weeks. It takes a long time for my bruises to go away. It definitely is worth it though. Last night was phenomenal. I made a mental note to keep track of it in my journal once I get back to my room. I didn't want to forget it, not that I think I could. I ran my fingers through his hair. I've wanted it to be like this for as long as I could remember. Except for that one time I had a crush on Sharon Carter. I'm not sure if that was actually a crush, or I was just pushing down my gay thoughts. The homosexual agenda was a very foreign thing for me back then. Still, she's nothing compared to Bucky. My heart belongs to him, forever and always. Till the end of the line. Bucky was starting to stir awake. I was hoping me scratching his head wasn't waking him up. I pulled my hand away.
  "You better put that hand back, Rogers." He groaned. His fucking voice when he wakes up always gets me.
  "Say my name like that again." I plead.
  "Hand." This immediately earned him a slap on the back. "Ow, that's not how you treat the disabled."
  "You aren't doing a good job of acting disabled."
  "I don't have an arm, Steve."
  "Lose the other one, then we will talk." This time I got a slap on the back.
  "You hit a lot harder than I do, Buck." I'm not going to lie, that was probably going to leave a mark on my back. It stung a good bit.
  "Does it hurt?" He whispered. He ran his hand over where he hit me. God, why did his touch have to be so addictive.
  "Stings a little." I whispered back. I could feel his lower self getting excited. I then decided it was time for me to get out of the bed, and start doing my daily rituals. I didn't want to hear what he was doing in the room over, so I turned the water on. I wanted to mute the sound. I walked back out of the room to Bucky fixing himself up. He was probably waiting for the water to stop running. He figured it was for him, not me.
  "Thanks." Bucky mumbled.
  "For what?" I asked. Of course I knew what I did, but I always like making people say it out loud.
  "The water, dipshit. Thanks for running the water." He elbows me. It kind of hurts again, but I don't mind.
  "I didn't want to intrude. It felt wrong if I listened."
  "Why? You were worried you were gonna get a little too excited from it?" He teased. I decided to really test the waters. I slid both my hands up his thighs, and to his waist. With my left hand I bent his head down to get it down to my level.
  "I don't have to hear you to get excited, babe. Seeing you is enough." I growled into his ear. I heard his breath hitch. I let go of his neck, and he pulled himself back together. He stared at me like I had three heads.
  "I think I'm going to run the water again. No specific reason. I'll meet you downstairs. Love you." Just like that, he rushed to the bathroom. I laughed to myself and slipped on Bucky's yellow sweater, and put my jeans back on. I took them off to sleep last night. All of my clothes are in my own room, but it seems like Bucky and I are going to just share this room. The beds were huge, but I still slept close to him. I walked down the staircase and headed straight for the kitchen.
  "You sleep well last night?" Mrs. Barnes asked me. She was in the middle of making cinnamon rolls. The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade was playing the background.
  "Yes ma'am. How about you?" I asked. I always tried to have good manners.
  "I slept well. Try and be a little bit quieter next time, okay?" She smiled. At first I was confused, but then I realized she did hear us.
  "I swear I-I didn't do anything last night like that. Nothing of the sort, ma'am." I was sweating. My face was burning up.
  "I know, it was just a little loud. Maybe I should have a talk with you boys together?" She teased.
  "I don't think you need that, I'll get him under control, I swear." I nervously laughed.
  "You always do, Steve." Her smile was beautiful. It still looked youthful, despite her aging. She was still a gorgeous woman. She deserved the world. She wiped my hair out of my eyes. I'm glad to have her in my life.
  "Thank you for everything, Winnie." I said. "I think that's what I'm thankful for this year. You made me feel motherly love again, and that's the best gift I've ever been given." I felt the tears form in my eyes. Her eyes were almost identical, the tears forming at the edges.
  "I love you, kid. Like my own son. Always have, always will." She pulled me into her chest. We both were around the same height, so the hug wasn't awkward. I pulled her closer. She smelled like honey, and it reminded me of my mom. My mom always smelled more like cherries, but this smell is just as soothing.
  "A hug party? And I wasn't even invited? That's just straight up cold." Bucky threw himself into the hug. I felt genuinely happy for the first time in a while. I had a family.