Chapter 1
Natasha Stark
Natasha typically could hold her liquor. However...when she downed half a bottle of gin out of boredom, holding her liquor turned into being flat out drunk. While this didn't result in vomit all over her lab, it did mean that she was spinning around in her chair, pondering why things had happened the way they did.
"Jarvis, remind me why I'm doing this again?", she questioned, letting out a yawn as her words slurred. She couldn't remember what had made her start drinking other than she really didn't want to do anything. Besides that...there was nothing.
"Because you were frustrated, I believe.", her AI replied.
Right...
Natasha started spinning again, waiting on something interesting. Something worth her time, even if she was drunk. "I feel like my dad enhanced Steve just to spite me, even though that was seventy or so years ago and I wasn't even born yet. I mean, I probably wasn't even a sparkle in my birth parent's eyes yet. He had such a vendetta against me."
Jarvis, in his typical fashion, disagreed. "Your father did it to help save the world, miss. I doubt it was out of personal spite for a child that he didn't know yet." Of course he would say that. Jarvis was the logic in her world.
At that, she laughed and continued spinning. "I'm not being serious, Jarvis. However, the way he walks around like he and his big, buff bara titties own the place. He's all high and mightier than thee and has a "America Incarnate" attitude about him. It drives me nuts and I love it. God, I love him. I would-"
Jarvis suddenly interrupted her train of thought. "Miss."
"stare at his-"
"Miss-"
"perfect ass all day long."
"Miss!", the AI almost shouted, causing her to get angry and look up at the ceiling.
"What Jarvis?"
"You have a visitor."
Natasha looked around, her cheeks flushing red as she realized it was none other than her house guest...Steve Rogers.
He looked at her with a bit of what she thought was confusion as he said, "Am I ah, interrupting something?"
The dark haired woman jumped up, the chair moving with her until she tripped and-
Nothing.
Steve Rogers
Steve had been putting up dry wall when Jarvis started talking to him, scaring the American. Luckily, he'd just set things down so that he could take a break, so nothing got hurt.
"Sir, Miss Stark has drank too much and she may require assistance. I would advise going down to see her as soon as you can.", he informed the blond, to which Steve responded, "I'll help her, tell her I'll be down soon, Jarvis.", he said with a sigh, shaking his head. "What am I going to do with her?", he wondered allowed to himself, then started down the stairs.
Stark Tower was a massive place. Scratch that, enormous. Even then, that barely described how he felt how big it was. He honestly enjoyed living there with Natasha, even if she could be a pain sometimes, but the work was fulfilling (even if he wasn't a solder at the time.) However, the job came with the difficulty of what he was thinking about /all the time./
More specifically, who.
Natasha was always on his mind. She was beautiful, smart, passionate, and so much more.The way her hair shined in the morning or evening light, the way she smiled while laughing or after he helped cheer her up because of a frustrating project or over the current situation. He loved the way her eyes lit up when she was excited, how she could make his insides fluttery with just the slightest brush of her hand against his by accident.Most of all, over the past year, he'd fallen totally in love with the black haired woman.
No, Steve wasn't drugged or brain washed or drunk. He really did love her with all of his heart and he couldn't figure out why, but the man with baby blues remembered the feeling of when he first realized it. He wanted to take her out and treat her nice. He wanted to be a gentleman and show her how someone should really treat a lady.
It took a few to get there, but Steve finally made it to the work shop, where he could hear her drunken rambling silenced by the door. It was more muttered than anything. He opened the door and walked into...
"I'm not being serious, Jarvis. However, the way he walks around like he and his big, buff bara titties own the place. He's all high and mightier than thee and has a "America Incarnate" attitude about him. It drives me nuts and I love it. God, I love him. I would-"
Jarvis suddenly interrupted her train of thought. "Miss."
"stare at his-"
"Miss-"
"perfect ass all day long."
"/Miss/!", the AI almost shouted, causing her to get angry and look up at the ceiling.
"What Jarvis?"
"You have a visitor."
Natasha looked around, her cheeks flushing red as she realized it was none other than him.
He looked at her with a bit of what she thought was confusion as he said, "Am I ah, interrupting something?"
The dark haired woman jumped up, the chair moving with her until she tripped and she was down, her head making a loud crack against the floor.He rushed to her, checking for blood or sign of injury. She wasn't waking and she was still breathing, so he took it as she was knocked out and started the long process of walking all the way up to the room she was in while her pent house was under construction. He tucked her into bed, brushing the hair out of her face as she moved a bit, rolling onto her back with a soft groan.
Steve kissed her on the forehead, leaving the room after shutting off the light. It was dark out when he looked out a window and he decided that he should go to bed, despite it only being seven. So that's what he did.