-Steve's POV-
Daylight slowly begins to creep through the curtains. The light encouarages me awake. A familiar little red head is laying comfortably on my chest. A giant grin spreads across my face. I bring a hand to my lips. I remember hers on mine. I remember never wanting to pull away. But who am I kidding? She was drunk. Like really really wasted. I slowly get up replacing myself with a pillow. She usually doesn't get much sleep, so I leave her alone. I head over to my backpack, neatly tucked against the couch. I open the smallest pocket. I reach my hand in. The pocket watch fits perfectly in my grasp. I open it to check the time. I'm still not used to looking at digital clock. The time reads 8:27 am. Late for me.
Soon, I decide to get ready for the day. I grab clothes and take them with me to the bathroom. I splash cold water on my face; it instantly wakes me up. When I open the door to the bathroom. I glance over and find the bed is empty. I see Natasha in a sports bra; pulling a shirt down over her head. I glance at the scars that dance around her back. Small ones, long ones, circular ones. All memories of the past. Must be hard to forget somethings when they are literally all over you. She turns and sees me stealing a glance.
"Good morning to you too Rogers," She smirks
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare," I quickly spit out.
"All good. I'm used to it," She shurgs.
"I ordered breakfast," She says right after.
"Pancakes?" I question hopefully. She smiles nodding her head. I put a fist in the air in gratefullness. Natasha walks past me. The smell of her perfume lingers around me. She comes out of the bathroom with her beautiful red hair neatly combed. Slightly parted to the left.
Later, we hear a knock on the door. I get up to answer it. A man pushes a cart inside. Natasha says something to him in Russian and then he leaves. I put the food on the counter and we both dig in.
"What should we do today, before the party?" She asks me.
"We could see the city?" I ask.
"More like I'll show around," she laughs. I almost forgot she grew up near here. I smile too. Something about her is just magnetic. The tone of her laugh is contagious. Her smile as bright as the sun.
When we finish eating, I gather the dishes and place them back on the cart. I place the cart in the hall to be collected. I turn and see Natasha stepping out of the bathroom. She changed into jeans, a white tank top, and an olive green cardigan sweater that flowed open. I keep what I have on which is dark jeans and a navy blue hoodie. Over it I pull on a gray jean jacket. Nataha slips on brown boots that go to her mid-calf. I simply put on sneakers.
-Natasha's POV-
I love how Steve dresses. He can pull anything off even a hoddie and sweatpants. When we open the lobby doors and step out into frigid Russia, I think to last night. Even though I was obviously drunk, the massive headache and sensitivity to light being the give away. I still remember kissing Steve. How I wanted to do it over and over again. I feel different. Maybe it was the way I so openly spilled my life to him. I don't trust people. Especially not men. I only trust Clint. Now I guess Steve can be added to the very short list. I have history with being used by men. Mentally. Physically. This also means I know all the differnt types of men by heart. Steve doesn't fit into a category. I have never needed a category for men like Steve.
"Where to?" Steve asks adjusting to the cold. I grab his hand and drag him behind me.
We walk for a little while. I admire the cold. I have always loved it. I led Steve to a park. I let go of his hand. The grass dusted with snow. A pond covered by ice. A trail leds around the pond; we walk it.
"This is beautiful," Steve says.
"The views are about the only good thing about Russia," I say
"Unless you like the cold. There's lots of that here," I continue
"Never liked the cold. We'll maybe a little before I got frozen in it for 70 years," he replys. I may of hit a sore topic. We walk in silence around the rest of the pond. Then I grab his hand and lead him to the next destination. Then to the next and the next. We end up all over the city. I show him all I can in the few short hours. The time settles near 4:30 pm. I decide we should head back to the hotel. Since the party was at 8:00; I wanted to have lots of time to prepare. As we pace through the streets. I slow down. I notice someone on top of a building. I glance up. I see the flash of a camera. We are being followed.
"Steve don't react to what I'm about to say," He gives me a worried nod.
"We are being followed. I don't know by who. Just follow my lead," He nods again. Then I pull him down to me. I kiss him. Fast and hard. I pull him into an alley. Once we are out of sight I leave his lips.
"Ok follow me." He listens I pull us through a shady side street. Then through another and another. We end up at the back the hotel. A door is open. I step through. We end up in the kitchen. The staff looks at us confused. I ignore them and ask for directions to the lobby.. They point me there. I drag Steve into an elevator.
"What the hell just happend?" Steve questions out of breath.
"Language Rodgers," I smirk.
-Steve's POV-
I sit very confused on the bed. I listen to Nat explain everything. She says she felt someone watching them. She says she saw a camera flash. So she reacted accordingly. I nod in agreement. I gather up the courage to then say it.
"Maybe your just paranoid." If looks could kill consider me six feet under.
"Wow Steve. I thought highly of you," she pauses
"I am never wrong," She finishes. Then she rummages through her suitcase. She pulls out a dress, and other clothing. She steps into the bathroom. I decide to change into my tux. I was just about to put on the suit jacket when I hear her call from the bathroom.
"Hey Steve can you come here." I walk over and knock on the bathroom door.
"Come in." She answers
Her hair is curled and flows just past her shoulders. She has on a black dress that has one sleeve which is short. There's a slit in the dress near the top which shows off just the appropriate amount of cleavage for the mission. The tightness of the outfit compliments every part of her. She has natural makeup. Not that she needs any.
"Ok stop staring," She says turning around.
"Zip me up will ya?" she asks. I nod and begin. Slowly. Maybe to slowly. When I get to the top, I flatten out the zipper. Then I drag my hand down her back. Resting it on her waist. I spin her around. We are so close to touching I bet she can read my thoughts. I lean my head down to meet her halfway. She leans in a little then stops. She rests a hand on my chest.
"Steve. We are working," That's all she says. Leaving me star struck inside the bathroom. I notice the flirtatious swing in her hips as she goes to put her heels on. I shake my head a smug look crosses my face. I thought we were working.
This was a little longer.
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Fanfiction•Completed• Natasha Romanoff the infamous Black Widow, has settled into her new life working for S.H.I.E.L.D. She has found a family in the Avengers. She has everything she wants. She finds herself starting to feel. Feelings that she was never allow...
