The Talk
The TALK
Natasha's POV:
I dragged Steve back to his room knowing I need to discuss this whole situation with him. He looked a little surprised that I dragged him away from the team and into his bedroom.
"Look Steve I like you a lot I really do but you need to know something." I start.
"Nothing you say will make me feel any different about you," he interrupts. Hearing that made my heart beat twice as fast as if I was fighting for my life not standing and hearing a man show me how much he loves me.
"I am not good at this type of thing. I never felt this way before, not even a little bit. I think we should just forget about this feeling and move on." I watch as Steve looks heartbroken. "You heard what Fury said, and I want to keep my job I really do. I can't really do anything else. I know you don't like breaking the rules so I want to end this before it goes too far."
"Natasha, I am sorry you feel that way but it already has gone too far. I never felt so strongly about a girl not even Peggy. I will willingly break all the rules if that means I can be with you. I can't just forget about my feelings especially when we work so closely together. I am new to all of this too, but please at least give us a shot," he begs. I feel my knees go weak at his confession.
"But," I start.
"No Natasha, let's go tell him now let's confront Fury we are supposed to be the world's front line against everything, we risk our lives on the daily bases. Let's do this for our happiness."
"Fine but let's change first I rather you not be in the stars and stripes when you make that stand," I say giving in.
"I walk to my room and get dressed. I wear high heeled boots with my black jeans tucked in. With a red top and a leather jacket. I grab my gun before walking back to Steve's room. Steve waits for me outside his door wearing a tight white t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants.
"You ready?" he asks.
"Yeah, so what are we driving?"
"Well all I have is my motorcycle so we can always borrow one of Tony's." He replies.
"I love motorcycles!" I say excitedly, and he chuckles. "What?"
"It's just kind of funny how someone who seems so vicious acts likes a child at the mention of a motorcycle," he responds and I playfully hit him.
"Don't laugh at me," I say firmly.
"Sorry Ms. Natasha," he responds. I would have said something back about what he called me but we arrived at his bike. "I only have one helmet so you can get it," he says going to a cabinet and pulling out a Harley Davidson helmet.
"Thanks, can you help me put it on?" I ask trying to get him closer. He helps me hook it and I quickly steal a kiss.
"If you wanted a kiss all you had to do was ask," he says before going in for a longer more passionate kiss.
He goes and gets on the bike and I hop on behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. He starts it and we head off to where we can board the helicarreir.
Once we arrive on the helicarreir I go straight to Fury's office. I barge in on him doing paper work. "Agent Romanoff may I help you?" he asks looking kind of shocked at my sudden appearance with Steve right behind me.
"We need to speak to you sir," Steve replies politely.
"I told you no complaining Rogers, no matter how much you hate working that closely with Romanoff."
"It's not that Sir," Steve says simply.
"Then what is it, I don't have time for your problems."
"It's about your policy with no personal relationships."
"Who do you know that's having a personal relation with another agent?" Fury asks. It is funny how he has yet to see one of his best agents is dating another one. "Is it Romanoff and Barton?"
"No Sir I am not with him," I answer. Because Clint's with Agent Bobbi Morse, I want to say but I don't.
"Then who is it?" he asks getting agitated with us.
"Well sir it is the Widow and I," Steve answers.
I can see the anger in nick's face. He reaches for his comm, "Agent Hill you are in charge of the ship I am going out for a little while," he says while he stands up.
"Come on, we need to talk away from the spies I have here," he says walking out the door and we follow.
We end up in a small dinner in a secluded part of town. We sit at a booth in the corner and Steve slides in beside me and grabs my hand beneath the table. Fury slides in across from us. A waitress with dark hair and a big smile comes over. "What can I get you guys to drink?"
"A vodka, "I say and the girl looks nervous.
"She will take a coffee, so 2 coffees and a tea," Fury says.
"Your usual plain black coffee and did you want some fries?" the waitress asks. Oh my Fury has a regular at a dinky little dinner.
"Yes, Alisa that will be nice but make it two fries please," Fury says.
Once she walks away I give an evil little smirk, "Come here often I assume."
"Yes it's nice here for when I need privacy," Fury responds. "Now about you two, I do not like this at all."
"Sir, we would like to let you know this will not affect our work," Steve says.
"Really, you think so." Fury starts. "If she was sent on a mission to get Intel from a guy by seducing him to get answers, you will allow that?"
"It's not his choice sir, it's mine and maybe I choose not to continue that type of work and I stick with undercover and big jobs." I respond knowing that Steve is against what Fury just said.
"Look guys we don't have time for this lovey dovey crap you have right now. You will get over it eventually and when the relationship falls apart and you refuse to work together what are you going to do?"
"Say it doesn't fall apart do you expect us to work and try to hide our feelings for one another?" Steve asks.
"That's exactly what I expect from you two," Fury says.
"Fine then I guesses I quit," Steve says. "I know other government agencies want me and they don't bother with my personal life." I am completely blown away by his move. He is willing to quit his job over me.
Fury just looks a little surprised but fixes his self. "Fine if that's what you want, now Ms. Romanoff I believe you have paper work to do."
"Yes sir," I say before Steve and I leave. Once we are outside I slap Steve's arm.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asks.
"You quit your job over me? How could you?" I say.
"I would give away anything to have you," he says cheesily.
"Steve I got to go but we will talk when I get back to the tower," I say before kissing him quickly and walking off.
Steve's POV:
She walks away gracefully from me. I just gave up a job for her but I would do it again. I mean money isn't a problem I still have some left from my bank account before I went in the ice. Just imagine the interest I gained over those years.
Now I don't have to be at SHEILD training recruits I can really see the new world. I walk back to where my motorcycle is and I head back to the tower.
I take the elevator to my floor and go grab my sketch pad. I decide to sketch the image that won't leave my mind.
It's of Natasha as I put the helmet on her head. I start by sketching the bliss full expression on her face. Then I sketch her face and frame it with her vivid red curls. The look of a slightly too big helmet on her head. My fingers strapping it on, then I go into more details. Like her long eyelashes, and the slight smile playing on her plump lips. Suddenly a knock comes from my door.
I get up placing the sketch under my pillow. I open the door to find Clint Barton at the door.
"Suit up, SHEILD called in the avengers," he says before rushing off.
I hurry to suit up again for the second time today. I grab my shield on the way out the door. We all meet in the living room except for Natasha who is still at work. We board the helicopter and it takes us to the helicarreir. We go quickly to the conference room to be briefed.
I walk in and spot Natasha before I even look for Fury.
"Roger's you aren't supposed to be here," Fury says.
"Well Sir, you called in the Avengers and I am their leader," I answer.
"Not anymore, you quit shield so you are no longer an Avenger, please exit the perimeter."
I see the look of shock on everyone's face before I turn to walk away.
I never thought it would come to this. I lost my team and my job in one day.
I get a ride home and I go change. I put my suit in the very back of the closet before going to order a Brooklyn style pizza. I sit home doing nothing, except going to the gym for the next week. I receive no update on my team except what I hear on the news. The news stopped that story two days ago though.
I thought nothing of it until I heard JARVIS the next day.
"Mr. Rogers, Agent Coulson is here on urgent business."
"Let him up," I say quickly.
Coulson stands in front of me not 10 seconds later.
"It's the team," he starts.
To Be Continued…