This chapter kind of ends abruptly but will pick up where we left off in the next one.
-Steve's POV-
I wake up slowly, with no intention of get up. I feel a warmth at my side. I look to see my redhead still curled up into my side. The swelling on her sides has gone down quite a lot, from what I can tell.
I notice her nose twitch every few seconds. I smirk, and brush a few strands of hair out of her face. Her face crinkles and she rubs her face. She begins to wake up with a yawn. I kiss her forehead, and she buries her face into my neck and places a few short kisses there.
"Good morning," She whispers huskily.
"Mornin'. How are you feeling?"
"Better. Sort of," She answers.
"It's only 6:30, what do you want to do?" I ask after looking over at the bedside-clock.
"I have an idea come on," She stands up quickly, wincing slighty while gripping her stomach. She shrugs it off quickly and digs through her bag. She pulls out a pair of black shorts and a black hoodie, she digs some more until she comes out with a pair of sneakers.
I get up also and pull a hoodie over my head. I grab my sneakers and follow her out of the room. She creeps silently across creaky floor boards. We pass her parents' room, and Yelena passed out on the couch. She opens the front door and down the front stairs.
"Jeez Nat it's literally freezing out here," I explain, jumping up and down to get my blood flowing.
"Says the man frozen for 70 years,"
'Touche," I laugh. Natasha starts to stretch and I do the same. After a few moments in silence Natasha breaks down the dirt-driveway in a jog.
"Natasha, your knee," I yell after her.
"It's fine. And come on a little excersize never hurt anyone. Try to keep up grandpa," She yells behind her.
-Natasha's POV-
I dash down the driveway, with Steve on my heels. I ignore the pain that shoots through my sides. My knee throbs with each step, but it is managable enough to leave alone.
Quickly Steve catches up with me. I turn out of the driveway and down the road. The sun is yet to fully rise, but it is light enough to ahead. But still dark enough that few stars hang in the sky. We run side by side, with our breath forming clouds ahead of us. I take a sharp right into the woods. The ground is lightly sprinkled with snow. My sneakers get a little wet with each step but I dash through the trees with Steve. I turn again when I spot an open field. I run there and stop at the beginning of the clearing. Steve stands next to me.
"Wow this is beuatiful," Steve states, gesturing to the now half-risen sun.
"Ya," I reply. He throws an arm around my waist, and pulls me to him. He kisses the top of my head, where a few snowflakes have fallen from the trees above.
I turn to him and kiss his lips hard. He kisses back with an equal amount of passion. I smile into the kiss then he peppers kisses down my neck.
"I'm cold let's go back," He whispers into my neck.
"I'll race you," I laugh. I take off back towards the road. I can hear his foot steps behind me. I get out onto the still empty road, and listen to the pitter-patter of feet on pavement. He probably thinks he can beat me. So after a few minutes I speed up. As time passes I get quicker, until I turn onto the driveway, and break into a full sprint. About half-way up the driveway. He grabs my waist from behind.
"That's cheating," I smile.
"Where does it say that," He retorts. I put my hands on my head in a futile effort to catch my breath, as I'm exhausted from the sprint.
-Steve's POV-
I watch Natasha, memorized at her laugh. Her smile so bright, it would drop me to my knees if I hadn't been sitting down. Natasha sits next to me on the snowdusted dirt driveway. She stretches out. I just sit there and watch her.
"What?" She asks when she notices me staring.
"It's nothing. I just think that you are incredible," I say. My voice getting quieter with each word.
"Flattery won't get you far Rogers,"
"Well I think I've already won the lottery anyway,"
"Is that so?" She tempts. She grabs my face and kisses me again. I kiss back until we are making out in her driveway, like teenagers. Yelena walks out of the house loudly.
"Mornin' love birds," She calls from the front steps. Natasha pulls away with a sigh. Her back is turned to Yelena so she sticks her free hand in the air, and salutes Yelena with her middle finger. Natasha climbs into my lap and kisses me deeper, until I'm laying down and she is straddling me.
"Get a room," Yelena yells. Natasha and I laugh as she stands up and pulls me with her. I follow her back into the house. Her mother is busy in the kitchen and her father is looking for something very loudly. I sit at the kitchen table with Natasha and Yelena. Yelena shoots me a knowing look and I blush. Natasha rolls her eyes and kicks her under the table. Her mother asks them something in Russian. They reply "da" which I can translate easy enough to "yes."
Katya, pours us all coffee. Natasha's dad walks into the kitchen with a hunting rifle.
"Wow a M91-30. How old is it?" Natasha asks. (It's a rifle that was once used in the Russian military, when the Soviet Union was still a thing.)
"Older than you,"
"Can I shoot it?" Natasha asks.
"Sure. You might not be able to handle it. It's got quite the kick," He nods to my small frame.
"I think I'll be fine. Thanks for the concern," Natasha says obviously annoyed at her father's assumptions.
"Guns are not for ladies," Katya argues.
"Wow Yelena," I turn to her.
"You really didn't tell her anything did you?" I laugh.
"Well I mean they could just turn on the news and they would know," Yelena retorts, her Russian accent more noticeable.
"I mean they don't ask many questions. I thought they would put it together, I mean your an Avenger, and you burst into their house with a bullet wound. And your Captain America for heaven's sake. I don't think they believe Natasha is a science teacher," She continues, talking like the parents aren't right next to her.
"Let's just go," Natasha recovers.
"Right. Follow me," Natasha's dad grabs the rifle and extra loaded magazines.
We all follow him around the back of the house. Even Nat's mother follows. He points to the targets, which are metal rectangles with a paper human target taped to it. He hands Nat the rifle and she lays down in the snow, on her stomach. She checks the chamber expertly.
-Natasha's POV-
I lay in the snow, the sight aimed at one of the targets about 200 yards away. The scope is lined up carefully with bullseye in the crosshairs. I move my finger to trigger and pull it. The round goes off with a bang and the stock of the rifle pushes my shoulder a little.
"Bullseye," Steve laughs with a pair of binoculars in his hands.
I take a couple more shots at various targets. Hitting each with the percision of the first. I stand up and hand the rifle to Steve.
"Alright solider let's see it," I tease.
"I don't want to make you look bad," He jokes.
"I wouldn't stress about it," I end.
I know. Like I said. Bad ending.
Thank you so much for reading!
Fluff... : )
I love writing it so much. Like the occasional angst is fine, but fluff just hits different.
Got a little carried away with this chapter.
Comments and votes are very much appreciated.
Do you guys like the length of the chapters? If not shorter or longer ones?
Another question... Smut. Should I give it a go or nah? Lemme know all your opinons are valid.
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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...
