Revelation About The Cookie Theft
"So who do you think it was?"
"What?"
"The person who stole my cookies! Who do you think did it?"
"Nat, you really know how to pick the wrong time to start conversations!" Steve grunted and did a flip-toss, sending his shield to Natasha while he gave a good roundhouse to the man on his left.
"You're talking to the queen of multitasking." Natasha caught her boyfriend's shield effortlessly and dodged a punch from her assailant before he landed a fist in her face. She spun to his side and slammed the shield into the Hydra agent's calf, causing him to fall to his knees. Then, she jabbed her elbow into his skull, knocking him out.
The redhead huffed for a few moments to calm her pounding heartbeat. She and Steve had taken out a considerable number of Hydra agents by themselves. After all, they were, arguably, the best pair of Avengers who worked together, flawlessly.
After tying the men up and making sure their bonds were tight and unbreakable, Natasha walked towards Steve near the entrance of the room they were currently in. "So...do you have any ideas?" She handed him his shield and he took it back with an amused grin on his face.
"I thought you already had Peter on the case."
"That's true, but I could always use extra help. Besides, with that clever strategic mind of yours, I bet this whole 'investigation' would be settled and done with in the blink of an eye."
"You know, you're right, but I think I'll pass."
She frowned. Was he really going to turn her down? "Are you kidding?"
"No. Nat, you have plenty of help from Pete. I'm sure he'll have the criminal figured out and waiting to tell you who it is when we get back to the tower."
She continued as if she hadn't heard him. "I can't believe after the drama you put me through earlier, you're going to turn me down."
Steve grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against a wall. "You don't have to bring that down on my head again, alright?"
The grip of his hand on her body made Natasha think he wanted to have sex, even though this was the wrong place for it. Damn her hormones! "Don't hold me back unless you intend to do something, Rogers," came her sassy reply.
A lustful look appeared on his face and turned off his comm and hers as well. "Like what? Like this?" He brushed his knee to her upper thigh, pushing her leg away from the other.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Exacting my pound of flesh. What does it look like?" His strong hand reached down to slide along the inside the leg of her catsuit and squeeze the flesh ever so softly.
Natasha moaned and bit her lip, looking around nervously. They were in one of Hydra's base of operations, an old concrete building with five stories, but that still didn't mean they were safe. "Steve, what the hell? The others could find us in a minute!"
"Why so nervous, Nat? I thought you liked living on the edge of danger." Steve ignored her admonishments and continued to touch her and stroke her thigh.
"You're a little shit, Steve."
"But I'm your little shit. There's a difference." Steve nuzzled her neck with his nose, which caused her to whimper softly. He smirked and squeezed her thigh once more, but before he could do anything else, the familiar sound of Tony's suit came around the corner.
Quickly, Steve and Natasha jumped away from each other and tried their best to look natural. Although, they just knew that Tony was smirking inside of that helmet.
"Hawkeye, Falcon and I have taken care of the other Hydra agents downstairs. You both good up here?"
"Yes," they both said in unison.
"Alright. We've already contacted the authorities, so I'll head to the quinjet." Tony nodded and turned to go, but he stopped and looked back at them. "Oh, and you both might want to consider turning off your comms before you start talking dirty to each other." Which that, he left.
Both Steve and Natasha were quiet, feeling that creeping sense of embarrassment overtake them. "I hate you, Tony," Natasha said before begrudgingly turning off her comm.
"It's a little too late for that, you know. They already heard us." Steve followed suit and turned his comm off too, then he slapped her behind and she squealed, jumping in surprise.
"That hurt!"
"It was meant to. That's payback for teasing me on a mission." The no-nonsense tone crept back into his voice and he said, "You really haven't figured out who stole your cookies?"
Natasha rubbed her backside and frowned. "No. I'm at a loss and I need your help."
"Well-" a chime cut off Steve's reply and he frowned, pulling his beeper out of his back pocket.
"You brought a beeper on a mission?" Mocking disapproval dripped all over Natasha's tone. God, he could really be old fashioned sometimes.
"Yes. I know I said I don't want us carrying cell phones on missions, but a beeper is an acceptable option."
"Sure. If you're living in the eighties."
Steve rolled his eyes at her and smiled when he saw the message. "Looks like Pete finally figured out who stole your Lorna Doone's."
Natasha's eyes widened in disbelief. "He did? Who was it?"
"Scott."
"..Scott? Why the hell would he steal my cookies? He's no-oh, wait. I think I know why."
"You do?"
"Yes, but I'll know for sure when we get back to the quinjet."
"Okay, let's go, then."