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The woman loudly snapped her bright pink bubblegum as she waited near the nurse’s station. The head nurse lifted her head from the reports she was reading and gave the woman a “really?” look. She tried to look contrite but failed miserably as she flashed her “sorry not sorry” look at the nurse.
The nurse raised her eyebrows above her bifocals. “One more time, and I come out from behind this desk”, she softly threatened.
The woman nodded her head, turned and walked away a few steps, once again loudly popping her gum as she grinned to herself. ‘He’d better show up soon’, she thought.
Stepping into the corner near a waiting room across from a vending machine, Natasha Romanov tried to look bored as she fingered the USB drive in her pocket. She knew who had hidden it in the machine, and she was fairly certain who gave it to him, but she didn’t know what was on it. It had to be something secret enough that he couldn’t risk taking it back to SHIELD with him. One thing she was sure of was that if she waited long enough, he would show up to retrieve it.
Turns out, she didn’t have to wait long at all.
He stepped off the elevator, trying just a little too hard to be inconspicuous. Nat spotted him the second he got on the floor and rolled her eyes. Did he really think that nobody would notice him? She supposed that with that ridiculous outfit of a hooded sweater, sweat pants and sneakers he thought no one would be paying attention to him. Except – he had that perfect physique. Maybe he thought hunching his shoulders into his sweater and keeping his hands stuffed in his pockets would make him invisible.
Yeah OK. And since when had she started thinking he had a “perfect physique”?
Nat continued to observe him as he approached where she was hiding. How best to play this out?
As he approached the vending machine, she imagined his eyes searching for the slot where he had stowed the USB. As he froze in front of the machine, she saw the exact moment he realized it was gone.
‘Time to make your move, Romanov", she thought as she stepped behind him and a little to his left, her reflection visible in the glass.
They locked eyes as she blew a big pink bubble, her face set in her typical “I’m one step ahead of you” smirk.
Except she wasn’t – not with him. Not like she had planned. Only she didn’t know it yet.
As the realization of what happened to the USB dawned on his face, he spun around and glared at her. Nat opened her mouth, ready with a snarky comment, but never got the chance. He grabbed her by the arms and bodily moved her into the empty room across the hall, shoving her through the partially open door.
OK – this was not typical of him and she clearly was not one step ahead.
As he pushed her against the wall, Steve Rogers pushed the hood of the blue sweater he wore off his head, revealing his blonde hair and blue eyes.
“Where is it?” he bit out, still keeping Nat’s arms in his grip. He wasn’t hurting her of course; this was Captain America after all. He held her with just enough force for her to understand that she wasn’t going to slip out of his grasp.
Was it weird that she was a little turned on by this? Well, not so weird that a guy got a little violent with her and she liked it. But this was Cap – so out of character for him.
“Safe”, she replied in answer to his question.
“Do better” he said through clenched teeth, pushing his face closer to hers.
‘His eyes really are blue’, she thought, feeling herself getting distracted. What the hell was wrong with her? “Where did you get it?” she demanded, trying to refocus
“Why would I tell you?” he asked defensively.
Realization dawned on her face as she got the confirmation to what she had suspected – Cap was the last person to see Nick Fury alive. And this was definitely something secret enough for him to do. “Fury gave it to you. Why?”
“What’s on it?” he threw back.
“I don’t know!”
He shoved her against the wall. “Stop lying.”
Good lord he was really getting angry now. This was just not like him – or herself. Since when was she so turned on by the Boy Scout type? And why was she wishing that he would really shove her against the wall? And maybe choke her a little bit while he kissed her …
‘Have to get control of this’ she thought. “I only act like I know everything, Rogers.”
Steve searched her face. She knew her eyes must be huge – not with fear, but something else.
“Oh I think you know something”, he replied, taking a step into her. He was so close his body was practically flush with hers. He brought his face closer to hers as he searched her eyes before dropping his gaze to her mouth.
Nat licked her lips as they stared at each other. Suddenly this felt … wrong somehow. She remembered this moment in the hospital with Steve after Fury was pronounced dead. Only, it didn’t go like this. She was supposed to tell him about the Winter Soldier and how she had met him once before. Her scar! She’s going to show him her “bye-bye bikini” scar and he’s going to make a sarcastic remark about how he’s sure she looks terrible in them now.
Was she dreaming?
Nat scoffed at the thought of it. She didn’t have dreams. What she had were nightmares that left her sweating and gasping for air as she was jolted out of sleep.
But by all accounts, this was a dream. Or at least, she was remembering a past event differently. Either way, she had a feeling things were about to get interesting.
Steve still had her back pinned. He leaned in, placing both palms on the wall behind her on either side of her body. He eased his left knee between her legs, causing them to open slightly. His pelvis was completely pushed into hers. Nat’s eyes widened – holy shit he really was a super soldier.
“You know about this, right?” he asked her with just a touch of arrogance. “You know how much I want you – and how much you want me.”
Nat pushed herself into him. If this was a dream, then she was going to make the most of it.
“No Cap – I don’t know anything about that. Why don’t you show me?”
Steve pushed his hands into her red hair and tugged her ever so slightly up to his mouth. He pressed his lips to hers – not a sweet, soft gentle kiss one would expect from him. It was fierce, desperate, and almost brutal.
Nat couldn’t get enough. Her hands grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer to her, if that was even possible. She opened her mouth, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
Steve released her head with his right hand and snaked his arm around her waist, grabbing her ass and slightly lifting her off the ground. He growled into her mouth as their kiss deepened, turning darker and more urgent.
Nat gasped and nimbly jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. ‘A bed’, she thought. ‘I have to find a bed because I am about to have mind blowing sex with Captain America’.
Steve broke off the kiss as something started to rhythmically beep; low at first, then louder and more insistent. She desperately looked around the room, breathing heavily as she tried to find the source. Then she realized - it was her alarm – she was about to wake up and this would all be over.
She looked at Steve as the edges around her started to fade. Looks like she was not about to have mind blowing sex with Captain America after all.
“Fuck”, she muttered, sliding down his frame until she touched the floor. Damn – this guy had muscles everywhere.
Steve chuckled as his face began to disappear. “Watch your language, Natasha”.
Nat opened her eyes with her alarm blaring in her ear and an uncomfortable wetness between her legs. She sighed as she rolled over, flinging her left arm across her body and down onto the alarm to stop its annoying ringing.
Rolling onto her back again she stared at the ceiling of her bedroom with a frustrated look on her face. What in the world had her brain been thinking? Having an intense sexual fantasy was no shock to her – she’d had plenty of them before and would have plenty more in the future. But a sex dream involving Steve Rogers, a guy that practically defined the words morality and proper, was definitely a first. And good – nobody was just plain old good like Steve Rogers.
She sighed as she flung back the white quilt on her bed, scooting out from under the covers and sitting on the edge of the bed; her legs dangling an inch off the ground. As she idly swung her feet, her head hanging slightly down, she felt her brain waking up.
She had been accused of a lot of things in her life – most of them were true – but one of them was definitely not “good”. She and Steve were all wrong for each other – she knew that on a logical level. So why had she had such an intense dream about him?
‘Not a problem”, she thought, standing up and stretching her arms over her head. Her white tank top and black shorts that she favored for sleeping in crept up her small frame. She padded on bare feet into the kitchen and started her coffee maker. ‘I know exactly how to deal with this distraction.’
Returning to her bedroom she began stripping off her pajamas and pulled out a pair of black compression pants and tank top for exercise. As she got dressed she found comfort in the routine she had settled into these last few weeks - get up at 5; make coffee, stretch and train for two hours, shower and change for the day, more coffee, and then meet with the team of Avengers she was now a part of. Then it was missions, reports, meetings, how to get rid of Hydra, blah, blah, blah.
She would live this day like all the others before it. After lacing up her work out sneakers, she returned to the kitchen and poured herself a steaming cup of coffee. Sipping the strong brew that she got from the little Russian shop in Coney Island, she made herself a promise - she would sweat Steve Rogers, his blonde hair, blue eyes, and all his muscles right out of her system.