Damn, Is The Stache A Kink
It turns out that the next mission wasn’t really a squad mission, but a Steel mission. While Genesis had been giving you patient nods and barely-there smiles of encouragement, he had also been plotting. Plotting to push you forward in the mission and it turns out that your infiltration into the Avengers is integral to his bigger plans.
The fact that he has entrusted you with his plans feels…dangerous. To Scorch, this validation he desperately seeks would probably give him a hard-on, but to you, it only means you’re trapped.
Realistically, it means you have to be his second-in-command for as long as you live – as long as he’ll let you live. It means living under his paranoid and invasive eyes; living with his countless spies littering around the city that even you don’t know the identities of; it means having this impossibly heavy amount of trust and pressure put into you to complete his life goal of absolute power.
That is why you’re filled with nerves at this next mission. Everyone tagged along for appearances of course; Scorch made a particularly big one by soaring through the skies with prideful cheering, shooting down at the guards that showed up at the bank. Blackout covered Optic, the two of them travelling to the vault in the back of the bank unseen. And you…
Well, you simply waited upstairs, pretending to count bills as you threw them outside the window for Bullet to catch. And that’s how Natasha catches you, exactly as planned.
“You can’t kiss me again,” are the first words the redhead says.
You blink at her, bills in your hand dropping into the duffle bag. “Good because I didn’t want to anyway.” You teasingly answer back, watching her drop her guard down. She’s opted for her regular suit this time. Damn, you really liked the one with the blue lights.
She swallows with a tight nod, gun firmly in her holster remaining untouched. “Good.”
You offer her a tight smile, crossing your arms over your chest slowly. “Great.”
“Fantastic.” She says while narrowing her emerald eyes.
“Amazing.” You add with an amused smile creeping its way onto your face.
Natasha sighs like she always does, leaning on one side with a hand on her hip. “We’re going to run out of synonyms.” She takes a step further into the room, quickly scanning her surroundings. There’s not much to see here anyway; it’s fairly empty apart from the table in between the two of you. It feels like far too much space keeping you apart.
“Do you like cinnamon buns?” You suddenly ask, tilting your head as you watch the hero stalk around the room.
“Huh?” She mutters in confusion, glancing behind you at the open window. It’s how you escaped from her a few weeks ago; clearly, she remembers, and clearly, she’s learnt her lesson.
You continue anyway, casually leaning against the windowsill. “Cinnamon buns? Them twirly thingies with cinnamon and icing and–”
Natasha interrupts with a roll of her eyes. “I know what a cinnamon bun is, dumbass. That’s just a weird question.” She says, still standing behind the table that’s currently littered with bills and duffle bags.
“Well, you said synonyms and it sounds like cinnamon.” You snort, like that justifies your thought process.
“You’re so weird.” Natasha mumbles, but you know she’s amused by the way she bites her bottom lip to stop herself from smiling. It has your insides twisting uncomfortably, forming an uncontrollable need to step closer, to be near her.
“You’re the one who begged me to kiss you.” You point out in a raspy tone with a raised brow.
The redhead’s eyes widen at your boldness, stumbling over her words for a moment. “I–Shut up!”
You push off the windowsill. “Make me.” A half-smirk takes over your lips.
Natasha scoffs with a roll of her eyes. “Oh, now who’s using the cliche come-ons?”
“Is it working?” You take a step to the side, making your way around the table. You make your way slowly, carefully, knowing she could try to lay you flat on your back any second now. Maybe that would have a good outcome, actually.
“Kind of.” She whispers as if it pains her to admit it.
“Nice.” You let out a chuckle with a goofy smile.
“Dumbass.” Natasha’s hand finds your shoulder when you lean against the table you’ve stalked around, making your way next to her. She intends to push you back playfully, and she does, but you barely move and her hand just…stays there. Not once has she tried to reach for her gun, which you’re taking as a big win right now.
“Okay, once is cute, twice is hurting my feelings.” You kid with a raised brow, trying not to fixate on how warm her hand feels against your shirt, how warm it would feel under your shirt.
“Oh, grow up.” Natasha jokes back, eyes flicking down to your lips for a moment.
“I’m grown. I’m very grown.” Your voice lowers a little as she steps closer.
“Then act like it.” She challenges with a raised brow of her own. There’s a moment of silence before a loud crashing sound downstairs interrupts the moment. Natasha’s hand is quick as she grabs her gun, spinning and aiming it behind her. You clench your jaw at the way Natasha’s instinct is to protect you – or maybe it’s just to protect herself, but the fact that the gun isn’t aimed at you right now is telling.
You gulp before trying to change the subject, guilt eating your heart at the mission Genesis has put you on. “Can we go get cinnamon buns, please? I’m craving them now.”
Natasha’s head snaps back to you. “Are you crazy? I can’t go out with you.” She whisper-yells, gun still aimed at the door. Suddenly, your brain is telling you to run your hand through her short red hair.
“Why not? Am I too ugly for you? Well, everyone is too ugly for you.” You trail off, murmuring distractedly. Your intrusive thoughts win as your fingers gently brush through her locks. “God, you’re so unbelievably beaut–”
The redhead quickly spins around at the contact. “Stop. You know why.” She says quietly, the hard wall in her eyes breaking just a little as your hand lands on her cheek instead.
Brushing your thumb over her cheek, you flash her a sweet half-smile. “Okay, but I’m a dumbass, so you gotta explain it to me.”
Natasha lets out a soft huff of laughter, finally giving in to your antics. “You’re in the Sinister Squad. I’m in the Avengers.” She says pointedly, scanning your face as you scan hers, eyes dropping to her lips far too often for her not to notice.
“Then put on a hat and glasses. You guys love using those as disguises.” You snort, trying not to laugh at her offended face.
Natasha’s face twists into furrowed brows and an open mouth. “Hey, they work!” She tries to defend herself, arms crossing over her chest. Only then do you notice the gun is back in her holster.
“They really don’t.”
“What’s your solution then?”
“One sec.” You step off the edge of the table and turn around, digging into your pocket and finally pulling out a stick-on moustache. Spinning back around, you ask, “I moustache you a quest–”
But Natasha’s pulling you in, crashing her lips to yours before you can even finish your sentence. You’re not taken aback, not really, but you still make a surprised sound against her mouth and drop your hands down to her hips. Natasha pulls away for a quick second.
You take the opportunity to tease her again. “Damn, is the stache a kink or–”
She rips it off, smirking when you dramatically wince. You’re being tugged back in before you can smile back, so you smile against her lips instead. The instructions were simple and clear, yet you still fall into the kiss, into her with ease like you’re not supposed to be plotting and planning right now.
Your strong arms wrap around her waist and effortlessly lift her up, pulling her closer to you. Chest to chest, mouth to mouth, nose brushing against nose as you pull away just to turn your head and connect your lips together again. She sighs sweetly against your mouth, the sound just an octave away from a whine. Natasha’s hands find their way into your locks as yours knead the hot skin of her curves wishing this damn material isn’t in the way. You turn around quickly, placing her down on the table.
Natasha pulls away with a gasp to protest quickly. “Wait, wait…” She trails off, catching her breath for a moment but your lips are already trailing down her pale neck. “Shit.” She curses quietly, nails scratching along the back of your neck as your teeth scratch over her skin.
“Waiting…” You mumble teasingly over her skin, smirking and biting down playfully.
“We can’t.” Natasha says with a soft sigh, hand tugging on your hair to pull you back when your kisses don’t stop. Your eyes meet emeralds and you absolutely melt in her arms, sighing hotly against her lips. “I can’t.” Natasha emphasises, whispering.
Despite her words, you still peck her lips once. Twice. Three times just for extra measure, tugging on her lower lip with your teeth before pulling away. “I’m sorry.” You mutter against her lips, brushing your nose softly against hers. “Can’t control it.” You grin, kissing the corner of her lips tenderly.
Her eyes sparkle, brows rising up from the middle as she looks at you with adoration. “I hate that I can’t control it either.”
“Ouch.” You let out a soft laugh, feigning offence.
Natasha rolls her eyes, her hand slipping from the back of your neck to your chest. “You know what I mean.” She mutters with a deep rawness in her voice.
You gulp at the vulnerability before clearing your throat. Guilt creeps up in your chest again as you sigh against her lips, pressing your forehead to hers. You’re stuck at a crossroads and could go either way. Both are dangerous – though one more than the other – but there’s no time left for you to waste. You have to decide now.
“I have to tell you something.
At least they didn’t put you in a cell. A cell would have been way worse than being cuffed to a metal table in a fairly warm room. The cuffs don’t make any sense to you because you could easily steel up and break out of them, but you entertained them for the last three hours now.
Interrogation is something you’re used to from people far worse than the Avengers so you sat through their questions with humorous questions of your own fired back at them. But then Natasha flashes a frustrated look at you and you drop the act with a deep, weighted sigh. Simp.
“Look.” You interrupt Captain America’s repeated question about the identities of everyone else in your squad. “I can give you everything you need to take Genesis down. And Scorch.” You add with a half-smirk at the idea of chaining that egotistical maniac up. “But the rest are only there because they’re just…lost. Leave them out of it, it’s Genesis that has a…a darkness in him.” You gulp, eyes losing focus for a moment. “I’ll tell you all his plans, I’ll stay on with him and be your informant until you’re ready to strike, and I promise,” Your eyes land behind him on Natasha who’s leaning against the wall, “to be loyal to you.”
The redhead fails at hiding her gulp at your words, unblinking eyes flickering across yours. This isn’t the position you expected to find yourself in, but it may actually be the best outcome that could have come from this. That’s only if you get away with it, but you shove that fear to the very back of your head for now.
Captain America sighs, crossing his arms over his puffed chest. “Loyalty isn’t important. What’s important is whether you have it in you to fight for the innocent people in this world who can’t do it themselves.” He tests you with narrowed eyes, flickering across your face as he reads you.
“I can totally do that.” You respond with a wide, goofy smile, nodding your head enthusiastically.
“Right. Sit tight.” He sighs before gesturing with his head. One by one, your interrogators leave the room; your eyes stay glued to Natasha with a half-smirk on your lips, practically undressing her with your eyes.
Once everyone leaves, Natasha’s the only one left standing but instead of a smile, a frustrated frown takes over her expression. “You need to stop doing that.” She whisper-yells, crossing her arms over her chest. It’s very different seeing her in a casual outfit as opposed to her Avengers suit; leggings hug her curves perfectly and her tank top exposes her toned arms to you for the first time.
“Doing what?” You mumble distractedly, eyes blatantly scanning over her body.
“That little eye thing you do when I walk into the room!” She unfolds her arms only to smack your bicep for ogling her.
You let out a soft laugh, looking up at her with a raised brow. “Are you…Are you telling me to stop looking at you?” You snort in disbelief, smirking when you see her failing to fight the blush creeping up her neck.
“No, it’s different. You do this–this eye thing!” She emphasises, her finger pointing, wagging around the general direction of your face.
Biting on your bottom lip, you clear your throat. “Well, eye can’t help myself.” You joke, eyes widening at her next words.
“Eye hate you.” Natasha’s own eyes widen at her joke, hands quickly flying up to cover her mouth.
“Ha! You made a pun! Victory! I can’t believe I lived to see the day that–” Natasha interrupts your exclamation of victory by taking quick strides towards you; her soft hands cup your jaw before quickly leaning down and pressing her lips to yours. Your brows knit together at the gentleness of her kiss, losing yourself in the moment before she pulls away slowly. “What was that for?” You murmur, completely hypnotised by the green swirls of her eyes.
The hero scans your eyes, slowly dropping the brick wall as she reveals her true emotions to you. “Thank you. For doing this.” She whispers. The tip of her nose brushes against yours, making your heart flutter in your chest. She pulls back before you can meet her lips again.
You drop your head in thought before clearing your throat. “I didn’t do it for you. Or, rather, just for you, I suppose. I’ve been doing horrible things for horrible people my entire life. Even before I became…this thing–”
Natasha’s brows come together as she quickly reaches her hands back down to cup your face again. “You are not a thing. You’re a person. A beautiful, funny, kind, and incredibly annoying person.” She rants, rolling her eyes playfully by the end.
You let out a huff of laughter, leaning your cheek into her touch. “You just said the first three words that come up when you Google ‘how to compliment your girlfriend.’”
Natasha raises a brow. “We’re not girlfriends.” She corrects.
“Yet.” You smirk.
“Stop that.” She hisses, dropping her hands again; you instantly miss them, your own hands still being handcuffed to the table. As much as you want to break free, it may not be a good look for your new ‘team’.
“You just kissed me and you’re telling me to stop flirting with you?” You lift a teasing brow, smiling softly in adoration as Natasha blushes, ducking her head.
“I could get into trouble for this.” She whispers, looking over her shoulder to the closed steel door, paranoia written all over her face.
“Hot.” You mumble.
She snaps her head back to you. “I hate you.”
“Hate-kiss me then.” You counter, eyes flicking from her eyes to her plump lips.
Natasha can’t come up with anything else to say, her own eyes being glued to your lips already. She sighs, leaning back down as she connects her lips to yours with a little less care, less gentleness, and a little more desperation. “I really hate you.” She mutters against your lips.
“Oh, yeah, I totally feel that.” You mutter back, snorting as you teasingly nip her lower lip.
“Dumbass.” She insults but you can hear the endearment in her tone.
You can also see it in her eyes as you widen your own. “Your dumbass.” You correct with a wide smile that you know charms her.
But then her hand is suddenly slipping off your cheek, down your neck, and gripping your shirt tightly. “You better not be fucking with me.” She threatens in an unwavering, hard voice. There’s insecurity in her eyes and you decide here and now that you’ll do all you can to make her feel secure with you.
“Fucking you, yes. Fucking with you, no.” You joke, laughing as she narrows her eyes threateningly. “Never.” You whisper, more seriousness in your tone, in your deep gaze, with brows raised in the middle to show your vulnerability.
Natasha clears her throat. “Good.” She mutters, letting go of your shirt.
“Good.” You reply, sitting back on your chair.
“Great.” She says, crossing her arms over her chest as she straightens her back.
“Fanta–”
“We are not doing this again!”