Remember in "first time for everything", Steve said that he was going to take her to the same place, where they had seen each other naked? Well, here's that story. Also, wanted to write something funny, instead of angst-y and sad, like my last story.
A normal day, well, for the 7 fugitives, hiding in a dumpy, small cottage, away from any human civilisation, with absolutely no signals, so, the leisure was very low. But something would happen that would change that. Something a bit . . . personal.
One hot afternoon, only 3 days after the 7 had reunited in that cottage, 5 of the people had gone outside, checking for any intruders, and also protecting Wanda. She looked cross and whenever neither of them were looking, she would stick out her middle finger, waving it behind their ears.
2 of them were in the cottage, maintaining the place, even though it had zero effect.
'Hey Steve,' Natasha called from the kitchen, where she was cleaning the aisle. 'I will just take a few and relax. Check on those idiots and make sure none of them have screwed up.'
She heard a soft laugh. She felt many things in her stomach doing a weird action. Something like . . . fluttering butterflies?
She entered the living room, or as Sam liked to call it, "literal garbage hell". Steve was lying on the couch, scratching his head absentmindedly. She had to fight the urge to smile at this adorable sight.
'Take your break,' he said courteously, getting up and heading to the kitchen. 'And I will check up on our friends.'
'Ah,' she said jokingly, picking up a towel. 'What a gentleman. Ladies must have been begging you to dance with them.'
Steve smiled but then it faded away slightly.
'Not at all,' he said sadly. 'Women weren't exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on.'
He felt another pang in his heart, remembering the last time he had said the exact same thing to someone, he loved. His jaw clenched very tightly. His smile had disappeared like it had been wiped clean.
Natasha saw his face and put two and two together. Her smile had also completely faded.
'You've said that before to Peggy, haven't you?' she said, sitting down, facing him.
'You guessed it,' he said in a broken voice.
She hated seeing him like this. Honestly. She hated seeing him so shattered and lost. It made her feel so little.
'Okay,' she said, getting up and stretching her arms over her head. 'But I still need you to go out for those morons. It has been what, 30 minutes? Did they screw up? They would have yelled out the safe word.'
'Safe word?' He asked, raising an eyebrow, catching on the double meaning. 'Natasha, even I know that was a very sexual phrase to use. Sam probably only use safe words for jerking off.' he scoffed. 'Can't even get one goddamn person to sleep with.'
'Wow,' she said, midly impressed, shaking with laughter. 'I didn't know Captain America had such a dirty mouth.' she picked up her towel, kissed his cheek and walked away slowly, snickering.
'Wait 'til I tell you about the time Bucky forced me to go on a date with a hooker!' he yelled after her, getting up and taking the gun kept on the table. 'Spoiler: I learnt what [BLEEP] and [BLEEP] meant. And it wasn't another word for a cat. Or a rooster. She attempted to show me her cat. I had nightmares after that.'
Natasha laughed loudly. He heard a door close.
'Must've gone to her room,' he muttered. 'Alright, what the hell did you idiots do?'
He turned the rusted doorknob open and walked out.
--
'Thank you so much, Lang,' Clint muttered angrily, wiping his mud- smeared face with his left hand. 'You just had to tell him the truth.' Bucky looked indignant, and was covered in dirty water, Wanda was pulling twigs and thorns from her hair, Sam was looking at Steve to get his attention, but Steve avoided Sam's eyes, ignoring him.
'One,' Scott retorted. 'I have to. And two, he would have never bought that all 5 of us got pushed by the wind into the pit. And the wind kept us down there so that we couldn't climb out. And also, what story did you have to falsely justify that there is a squirrel bite in your arm?'
Steve smirked slightly when his eyes saw the bite. He was amused that a squirrel, of all animals, had bitten him.
'What, Sam?' he asked, irritating by his staring.
'There's lipstick on your cheek,' he said, poking his cheek. Steve slapped Sam's hand away and covered it with his own. 'Are you mad because we interrupted your make-out session with Nat?' Clint, Wanda and Bucky smiled smugly. Scott looked rather puzzled.
'No,' he said, with a hint of disappointment. 'Just get your asses inside and explain all this to Nat.'
He opened the door, walking in first.
'The couch's mine,' Wanda said, jumping on the couch, using her telekinesis powers to knock off Bucky and Scott.
'Weird,' Scott said, stretching his back. 'Because I'm the only one who sleeps here.'
'I'll go take a shower,' Steve said, examining his T-shirt and pants, drenched and covered in mud. He already had taken his T-shirt off in the hallway and went to the only bathroom in the cottage. He picked up his clothes from the room he and Natasha shared.
He noticed she wasn't there. He passed it as her being in one of the other rooms.
He opened the bathroom door, closed it behind and had taken off everything else, leaving him completely bare.
He didn't see the new clothes on the counter. He took it as Natasha keeping it there for him as the T- shirt belonged to him. He passed the denim shorts as an impractical joke.
He didn't take notice of the running shower.
He didn't even see a faint figure of someone in there.
Or even the smell of someone using the shampoo.
He swiped the curtain, and to their horror, saw the other's fully naked body.
'AHHH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!'
'OH MY F*CKING GOD! EW!'
'WATCH YOUR MOUTH, MISTER! STOP STARING!'
'COVER YOURSELF UP THEN!'
'I WOULD IF YOUR . . . THING WASN'T IN THE DAMN WAY!'
'WHO LEAVES THE DOOR OPEN WHILE THEY ARE TAKING A BATH?'
'Oh god, just cover yourself up, get the hell out and wait!' Natasha yelled, frantically attempting to cover herself up, not exactly being successful.
'Sorry!' Steve yelled out, grabbing the towel she had kept on the counter and covered his waist and ran out, closing the door. The other 5 heard muffled shouts but when they heard Steve say, 'How long has it been since I shaved down there?', they had second thoughts.
--
7:45 PM
'Hey,' Steve said innocently, sitting next to her on the couch. Everyone's attention shifted to them.
She looked at him, groaned in disgust and shifted away. Steve shifted closer.
'I know . . . that what happened this afternoon--'
'-- is the worst day of my life and absolutely no desire to say anything about your thin--'
'My point is,' he cut her off. 'That I am truly very sorry that I . . . ' he looked around and saw a confused Bucky eating a sandwich, looking at the two, blinking blankly.
'. . . that, that happened. Okay, bye.' he awkwardly finished off, patted her head and pinched her nose.
Natasha was equally as confused as Bucky. But he didn't know her dirty secret.
He doesn't know, she was the first girl, maybe not person, that must have been Bucky.
That Steve Rogers,
Captain America,
America's Golden Boy,
The Fossilised Virgin,
Has ever seen, buck naked.
And possibly, be the first girl, to be ever seen in his fantasies. The explicit ones.
Natasha was smiling to herself when Wanda made the horrible decision to see what was inside the Black Widow's mind.
One tiny glimpse, and Wanda yelled out a string of curse words, covered her eyes and ran away from Natasha.
Natasha laughed to herself, knowing that, she too, was the first girl ever to ever see him naked.
--
That night, both of them had very dirty imaginations of the other, eventually ending up in different rooms as Natasha's hand had slapped Steve's ass and Steve pulled Natasha's hair to bring her closer to his face and nearly kissed her.
The next morning, being fed up with their feud, Bucky asked them.
'What the hell happened yesterday? I'm sick of this whole drama.'
Steve and Natasha exchanged glances, but compromised.
'Nothing, Buck,'
'Nothing that we should tell you, Barnes,'
'We're just . . . having some disagreements,'
'This is none of your buisness at all, what we do, what we say, or what we . . . see,'
'O- kay,' Clint said, pointing his spoon at the two, with which he was eating his oatmeal. 'You people seriously need therapy. Its like watching a married couple fight. Won't be surprised if you two have seen each other naked.'
Steve and Natasha mumbled excuses like, "bathroom" and "work", and immediately left.
'Do we want to know what happened between those two?' Sam asked.
'No,' Wanda said, gagging on her food, Scott thumping her back. 'Thanks, Scott. No, you don't want to.'