You'll Always Be Enough
“And what is happening here!” Tony practically squealed, “We leave you kids alone for an hour!”
Clint was grinning like an idiot, “It's about time,” he said under his breath.
“Bruce you owe me fifty bucks!” Tony held out his hand to a disgruntled scientist, who dumped the note in his palm.
“Seriously though,” he grabbed a packet of blueberries from, under the table? “When did this happen,” he motioned his finger between the spy and the soldier.
His hand flew to his mouth, “It just happened now didn't it?” he gasped, “This is completely new! Look, Cap,” he pointed at the blonde, “I'm proud of you.” He popped a berry in his mouth, “And Red, I'm happy you woke up. You two are cute together,” he clapped his hands, “I can't wait for the wedding!”
Throughout Tony's rant, Steve had gone a shade of pink that even a pig would be jealous of. Natasha, who was usually very stoic and collected, found herself slightly embarrassed, but soon regained her proverbial footing.
“And so?” she raised an eyebrow, “If you were seemingly interrupting something, then why are you still here?” she smirked at Tony.
“It's simple,” he sat down on one of the chairs, “I want to hear all about how you two kids finally worked out your feelings for each other.”
Steve looked questioningly at him.
“Okay, let me explain,” he finished his mouthful of fruit. “You and Red,” he gestured between the two, “Have been a little off for the past few weeks. Don't know why,” he tilted his head and clicked his tongue, “Well, actually I do, I had JARVIS pull up some footage of the night of the banquet.”
If looks could kill, Tony would have been six feet under. With the way Natasha was looking at him, even Clint shifted uncomfortably,
“Uuhh, Tony? I wouldn't have shared that information with an international assassin. You know, she knows over 700 ways to kill a man right? I wouldn't want to test her knowledge,” the archer tried to stop his friend from making a colossal mistake.
“Red wouldn't do that to me,” he swallowed when he saw her death glare, “Okay, okay, maybe she would. But Cap, you're an open book. How did this happen?”
Steve, who was beginning to look more like a tomato than a human being, started to stutter,
“It-uh-I-uh,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “It just did? I don't know.”
“Well, however it happened, I'm over the moon for you two. Now Red can stop being emotionally constipated, and you,” he gestured to Steve, “Can find out what it's like to have a relationship in this century.”
“Look Tony,” Natasha began, “We were sort of in the middle of something. So, as much as we adore your presence,” sarcasm practically dripped from her mouth, “Please leave.”
“Okay,” he complied rather easily, “But I want to hear all about this later!”
“Wait!” Natasha narrowed her eyes at him, “No getting Jarvis to look in on us.”
“I-I wouldn't dare! I'm actually offended that,” he stopped trying, “Fine. You two kids have fun!”
The rest of the team filed out of the room, Clint giving them both a thumbs up before he left. He was still grinning like a six year old, and Natasha was sure he would want the full scoop later.
“So, uh-” Steve began awkwardly, “What do we do now?”
Natasha's eyes glinted, “I have a little bit of an idea,” she crept closer to him, and captured her lips with his.
“Mmm, good plan,” he smiled against her lips, he was such a huge dork.
Natasha had moved so she was cupping his face with her hands and Steve wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. His head started spinning, he still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that he was here, kissing Natasha, and she was kissing him back. Never in a million years would he have dreamed that they would actually be together.
The redhead kissed Steve with all her heart, pouring out every hidden feeling into the kiss. Every time she wished they had, but didn't. Every skipped conversation. Every tense moment. They were all released into this kiss. She couldn't help but marvel at how soft Steve's lips were. They were like eating butter. Mmmm, popcorn sounded good right about now. Did she seriously think that? She was kissing Steve, and thinking about popcorn!
Natasha burst out laughing as she pulled away from Steve, he looked at her questioningly,
“Did I-Did I do something wrong?” the look of confusion on his face only made her laugh harder, and he thought she had the most beautiful laugh she had ever heard.
“No, no not at all!” she tried to cover her mouth, “I just had a thought,” she erupted into laughter again,
“W-what did you think about?” he asked,
“Popcorn.”
“Popcorn?”
“Okay,” she tried to stop laughing for a minute, so she could tell him, “I-I started thinking about how soft your lips were.”
Steve blushed, but she continued,
“I-” she giggled, “I thought that they were soft, like butter. And you and I both know how much I love butter on popcorn, so I started thinking about popcorn.”
Steve laughed, Natasha was something else.
“Would you like me to make some?” he asked politely,
“That sounds good!” she paused, “But how about we go to your place, put on a good movie, and have some popcorn there?” she suggested.
He stood up, and extended a hand to her, “Shall we be going then Madame?” he gave a little bow,
“Ooh,” Natasha acted like she was fanning her face, “Oui oui Monsieur!”
Steve smiled at the woman in front of him, she was just so breathtaking!
The pair walked into the garage, and Steve turned to Natasha, “Car? Or my Harley?” he asked,
Natasha gasped in mock surprise, “You would let me share your Harley with you? Oh my,” she started talking in a Southern accent, “I'd be honoured Captain Rogers!”
“So Harley it is then?”
She nodded, “There isn't a question about it!”
Steve sat down on his bike, and Natasha hopped on behind him, wrapping her arms around his muscular form.
The blonde man turned the key and the Harley sprung to life. He smiled as his beloved bike purred underneath him, and maybe a little because he heard Natasha's pleased chuckle at the sound.
As they set off down the road, Natasha leaned her head against Steve's back, breathing in his delicious scent. She thought to herself how incredible it was that just one moment can make such a huge difference. She was glad that her and Steve had worked things out, she hated the tension that had accumulated over the weeks passed.
After what seemed like mere seconds of Natasha clinging onto Steve, they arrived at his apartment. It was simple, yet it was so Steve. It was an old building, yet it held an unmistakable charm to it. It's brick walls holding many memories, families coming and going, children growing up, Christmases, Easters, and other various holidays. Natasha smiled to herself as they entered.
It was almost second nature for the Russian to be at Steve's house. She spent every other night there, and crashed on his couch, or bed-- but of course not at the same time as him, maybe that would change now that they were together.
Steve walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of popcorn seeds, and of course, a copious amount of butter. He stood in front of the stove and listened to the satisfying sounds of the popcorn popping.
Natasha peeked her head into he kitchen and lifted her nose to smell the air,
“Mmmmm, it smells so good!” she walked over to Steve, who was pouring the popcorn into a bowl, as he began making the next batch.
The redhead stealthily tried to steal a handful, but Steve swatted her hand away,
“Wait, or it's going to be finished before we even start the movie,” he scolded. “Why don't you go find one to watch?” he told her, throwing a piece of popcorn at her.
“Oh, and I'm the one that is going to finish the popcorn?” she stuck her tongue out at him, “I've already picked a movie, prepare to cry Rogers!” she teased.
He chuckled, “Alright Nat,” he grabbed the bowl of freshly popped goodness and walked to the lounge.
The pair sat on the couch, Natasha's head resting against Steve's shoulder, and Steve's arm draped around her.
He kissed the top of her red curls gently, and she smiled. It was nice to have someone that cared for her like Steve did.
As the movie, which Steve discovered to be Paper Towns, wore on, Natasha sidled closer to Steve. By the end of the movie, she had wrapped an arm around his waist and was just enjoying his warm body being pressed up against hers.
“What? No!” Steve protested, “It can't end like that!”
Natasha smirked, “So did you enjoy the movie?”
He groaned, “Why couldn't they end up together?!”
“Welcome to the world of John Green my dear Captain,” she clapped his back with her small hand, “Besides, that's real life. Sometimes people don't always work out,” she said sadly.
He brought his finger up to her chin and gently tilted her face towards his, “I hope we will,” and captured her lips with his.
Natasha didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or run for her life. She had never been good with feelings, feelings were messy, and she didn't do messy. The spy kissed him, but not with such fervor as before, rather hesitantly, afraid. Afraid of disappointing him, afraid of not being the woman he deserved, afraid to lose him.
Steve sensed her hesitance and pulled back,
“What's wrong?” his eyebrows knit together,
“Nothing,” she insisted.
“You know, we've been friends for a long time, I know when something is wrong,” told her, gently laying a hand on her shoulder.
“I just don't know if I'm enough,” her voice was small, almost childlike,
“Nat,” he paused, locking his blue eyes with her emerald ones, “You'll always be enough.”