WinterWidow Oneshots

Charity

Requested by @CawCawMotherfuckers

It was quite a hot September, and the tower always had the air conditioning on no matter what time or day. But the one it effected most was Natasha. Coming from Russia, she hated the heat and even in the winter her room was as cold as an icicle. There in the dance studio the heat was making her sweat to no end. She didn't mind it quite as much, though, as she and her former (possibly current) lover were wrapped in each other's arms, Bucky's face buried in Natasha's neck.

This of course was after a long talk about the past and what he remembered. She had missed his touch, craved it for a while even. She pulled back and got off the floor, with him following her lead. She almost slipped on her untied ballet shoe string and quickly reached down to tie it, before asking Jarvis to play a song. Long ago had the security cameras in the room been shot out, for privacy of the only two people who used it regularly. And, of course, the microphones.

They began the dance as they had many times in the past, working together soulfully and with passion embroidered into the delicate bunch of movements. It all started a few months ago when he had caught her dancing and had decided to join in. He was expecting to get impaled or violently murdered, but she embraced his entry and let him dance with her. The movements came normally for them both, smooth as if they had been dancing for all the years they had been apart.

They were so focused in the dance that they didn't realize that their newest recruit to the team, Peter, had been watching them since they were on the floor. He though the way they danced together in total synchronization was not only beautiful, but amazing. He was so lost in his thoughts about the way they danced he didn't register the music turning off, or that the spy and assassin were now suspiciously watching him with varying degrees of anger. His eyes widened and he was gone faster than lightning.

Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose, with slightly narrowed eyes. Her former easy smile turned into a comfortable frown as she stalked away without giving giving Bucky a second thought.

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The Avengers and Bucky were sitting in the den area of the tower, some were drunk, some were past the point of where they should be tipsy at least. It was during a party of Starks, well the aftermath at least. Tony has challenged the Widow herself to a drinking competition. She was still sober, but Tony was pretty much wasted. "Let's play truth or dare!" His words were slurred but easy enough to make out. The few sober, Natasha, Steve, Wanda, Pietro, and Vision shared disdained looks. Peter, however smirked slightly. Clint wasn't sober but he wasn't quite drunk either. Bruce had left the room, for obvious reasons.

"Alright," Tony slurred and pointed at Natasha, who narrowed her eyes. "I dare you too—"

She cut him off. "That's not how you play."

"Fine, your such a bore. Truth or dare, Widow."

"Dare."

"What the actual hell?"

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"I choose Natasha, since she is still sober," Peters voice rang out clearly among the team. She rolled her eyes, stare withering him. "Follow me."

She did as she was told, but skeptically. "What's the dare?"

"I dare you and Bucky to take on the talent show for the MPS charity service."

"The what?"

"You know, Maxxi Protection Services." He said and she grunted and left the room. Peter was taking that as an okay, and would surely get her back if she didn't do the dare. Upon entry Bucky had a skeptical but easy expression. Natasha wasn't sure if he was tipsy or what. She didn't care. "Later." She mouthed at him, still hung up on the dare.

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Later as promised, as she was stripping her skin tight dress slipping into one of James shirts, she told him. "I was dared to enter our dancing in the MPS charity talents show." She watched him purse his lips and shake his head. Natasha went and laid next to him in his bed. She would have to head back into her room soon, as not to raise suspicion.

"Let's do it then. It was a dare and I don't want to know what that kid is capable of." She nodded slowly and leaned forwards slowly to kiss him.

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It was now a few hours before the competition, and knowing full well the full team would be there, Natasha and Bucky had been practicing a performance nonstop. Well except for missions and things among that category. They were rehearsing when Peter walked in with a smile. "Looks great!" He congratulated them and walked out of the room so they could finished practicing. Natasha sighed. The pair was still rather nervous about going out on the stage, although it didn't really affect them by now. Between all the ballet competitions they had been put through while in the Red Room. The two continued to practice until they were called onto the stage.

They started to dance on their own, giving the audience no time to decide who to look at as they came together. Bucky lifted her in the air, Natasha keeping great form of a sideways type arabesque. They dance in a way that showed flawlessness but yet simplicity. Turns, leaps, and many other things stole the crowd and by the time they finished, Bucky pulling Natasha into a dip, the crowd was clapping obnoxiously and the pair was breathing heavily. They knew Tony would be making a bigger deal out of it than necessary.