A New Perspective
Natasha arrived at her new headquarters - the KGB. As she was cleared for entry, she noticed James standing at a far corner watching everything going on in the front lobby of the Kremlin. She approached him saying, “I didn’t know you were assigned to this detail.”
James wasn’t one for saying much but he responded, “I look forward to working with you.”
A man moved towards her cautiously, greeting her, “Hello, Natalia,” but as he said those words, a burst of pain shot through her head, and she winced. The man continued, “Follow me to your quarters.”
She followed behind him, looking back to see the Winter Soldier staring back at her. The man led her to a small cell closed off by a large metal door and surrounded by one-way mirrors. The man informed, “there is a debriefing tonight at 10. We will discuss the next steps for you.” She looked at the time, 6:02 p.m. “Feel free to stretch your legs before then. The meetings can get lengthy.” She entered her room, looking around and knowing that the walls literally do have ears...and eyes.
She was contemplating how she might pass the time when James stepped in. “Are you free?” he asked.
“Until 10,” she said, wondering what he was up to.
“Come with me. I have something for you,” he looked at the windows.
She walked over to him tentatively. “Okay.”
“Come on,” he lured her down various halls until they reached a room removed from anyone else.
“What is this about?” she wondered.
He mentioned, “I want to...try something.”
Before she could inquire what he was talking about, he grabbed her waist and pulled her body close to his, pressing his lips against hers. She wanted to resist, knowing what they were doing was wrong, but she was unable. Everything felt too right for her to do anything about it. He unzipped her jumpsuit, setting her body free. She tugged at his jacket, desperate to feel the heat of his body against her. He pulled her jumpsuit off of her, exposing her. She then ripped off his jacket and moved her fingers down to his pants, feeling his arousal with their lips still locked. He pulled down his pants, his erection pulsing.
Getting onto her knees, Natasha allowed his member into her mouth. He thrusted his hips, making his member go as far as it could. He wanted to be inside her, more than anything. Finally, his need became too great and he grabbed her, putting her on a table. She wrapped her legs around his neck. His tip was hovering at her opening. “Please, James. Please. I want you inside me,” she begged impatiently. He pushed his staff into her. She moved her hips to the rhythm of his thrusts. He went deeper and deeper until he couldn’t go any deeper. She gripped the table, trying to contain her moans and whines.
James moved his metal arm up her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He tried to shush her cries by placing his hand over her mouth. She grabbed him, pulling him closer to her, wanting him to always be there. He opened his mouth as he began to climax in her. When she came, she left claw marks on his arm, drawing blood. Joy and satisfaction ran through their veins as he continued to fill her up. He pulled out and redressed as she lay on the table, amazed by what had happened.
Natasha stood and watched James as he slipped his arms into his jacket. She slowly put on her jumpsuit. She wanted more of that feeling that ran from her head to her toes, the feeling that led her to claw James, the feeling that felt so...good. They looked into each other’s eyes, but knew that they had to leave else they would create suspicion. She allowed herself a smile, not a smug smirk nor a devious grin, but a genuine smile.
Natasha looked at a small clock on the wall. It read 7:55. “I still have 2 hours to kill,” she commented.
“They must think we’re up to something,” he said.
“Let them think what they want, James. I want to be with you.”
“I like you when you’re like this.”
“Like what?” she asked, bewildered.
“When you act rebellious like that.”
She crossed her arms stubbornly. She claimed, “I am not being rebellious. I just...want you.”
“I want you too.” he thought for a moment before saying, “I know where we can go.”
He held her hand, leading her to an all but abandoned section of the kremlin. The section was under repair but the recent economic recession forced them to stop maintenance. She followed him up a stairwell that seemed to go up for an eternity. When they made it to the top, he pulled open a tarp that kept the wind out. He climbed out onto the onion domes and she trailed him vigilantly.
James sat at the very edge of one of the domes, so close to falling. She sat beside him, using their height from the pavement as an excuse to hold onto him. “Why are we here?” she asked.
“I think it is supposed to be romantic,” he hinted.
“I don’t see the appeal…” she paused, “although, the city does look...different from up here.”
“A good different?”
“I’m unsure.” Natasha stared out at the city lights, watching as people went about their business. Another foreign feeling flooded her - serenity. She felt calm for the first time in a while. Her thoughts quieted from their normal tsunami state, leaving her drifting in the crisp Russian breeze. Her eyes closed and her head fell onto James’ shoulder. James, noticing she had fallen asleep, carried her inside - not wanting her to slip off the domes. He took her to another empty room and laid her on the floor.
The cold concrete floor pressed against Natasha’s cheek. Opening her eyes, her guard went up. She hopped onto her feet and looked around. As she saw Bucky, sitting on a counter, she felt at ease but not entirely. “What time is it?” she pondered.
“9:50,” he replied.
“I have to go,” she rubbed her head, forgetting the last few hours. “How did I get here?”
“I carried you. We were on the onion domes, remember?”
“Yeah,” she cast her eyes downward embarrassedly. “Are you going to the meeting?”
"Yes, I'll take you there," but before he could start leading her to the debriefing, she ran out of the room. He stuck close behind her, making sure she didn't get lost.
When Natasha reached the conference room, the time was 10:02. Natasha slipped into the room, sitting in a chair opposite the man who greeted her. After a minute or so, Bucky marched into the room. A much larger, angrier man stood in the corner and said, “you’re late.”
“Sorry,” she said, “I got a little lost.”
Bucky remained silent as the man said, “Regardless of why you were late, we wish to share our goals. We have plans for you two.”
“What kind of plans?” she inquired.
The man faced away from Natasha, a cigar between his lips. “We wish to use your and Sergeant Barnes’ genetic code to create a new super soldier.”