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Spilled Secrets: Black and Scarlet

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“Sorry, didn’t mean to bump into you!” Ben said as he didn’t even realize who he had bumped into. He had dropped a quarter and had to grab it, using his reflexes to chase after it.

[agent-amare]

"What have they done to you?"

The words didn’t even register with her. Her eye sight was a bit blurry since she lost her glasses two days into this, the wound on the side of her head bled down her head and along her cheek. “My name is Ellysia Amare..I’m the head of the department of cyber defense and computer logistics..ID number 2001 alpha..tango..foxtrot..” She mumbled, head bent looking at the floor.. She began the sentence again. 

[liibxrte]

          SHIELD isn’t even really a thing anymore,           and yet, Steve finds himself taking a fair           few orders from Fury - which is why he’s           called Natasha. He gets the impression           that they’re pretty close, and he needs that           right now.

“Fury’s asked me to go undercover  for him; you need to tell him I can’t. I don’t do undercover, I’m not a spy.”

                                       ;; romanovwidow

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Five times kissed

[ meme - not accepting ]1.          “Kiss me.”     “What?” Steve’s not sure if he’s heard entirely correctly; he’s busy looking around for members of STRIKE that might’ve caught up to them.      “Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable,” Natasha explains, as if that clears up the whole conundrum of her wanting to kiss Steve.      “Yes, it does.” He’s well aware of that, hence his confusion in the first place. It wouldn’t be a bad thing to kiss her, he thinks — but then her lips are suddenly pressed against his, a hand at the back of his head holding him right where she wants him. It definitely wasn’t a bad thing - but Rumlow’s already passed them and she’s letting him go to walk off.      Huh. 

2.     “They did tell you this was a sleuth mission, right?”     “Yeah. Why?”     “Nothing.” She grows silent for a moment as they both creep through a clearing of an otherwise filled dock of shipping containers. “You’re not exactly dressed for the job, is all.”     Steve rolls his eyes. He’d known this was coming. “What do you want me to do? Paint my shield in hues of brown and green?”     “It’s just that it’s literally a bullseye, Steve, it —”      Footsteps sound around the corner of the next container and Steve and Natasha freeze. A second passes and the footsteps and voices are only growing nearer. Natasha turns and pushes Steve against the container, slotting herself between his legs, body covering the shield from view. Her hand cups the side of his face, and she pulls him down to let their lips mash together.     The voices stop, clearly having just rounded the corner and Natasha lets out a quiet moan, rolling her hips against Steve’s, which gets a not-so-fake moan out of him too.     That seems to do the trick and one of the men curse. “Freakin’ kids these days. Goin’ at it like rabbits.” The footsteps start again and head away, growing quieter and quieter, and Natasha eventually pulls away, a smug smirk on her lips. “You okay?”     “A little uncomfortable,” Steve bites out, not happy with the situation, more specifically, the situation of his pants.

3.   “You must be the Grants!”     Steve whirls around, almost tipping over his champagne glass. Natasha, her arm still linked in Steve’s, manages to turn with much more grace, a perfect smile already on her perfectly painted lips. “That’s right. This is a lovely party you’re having, thank you so much for the invitation.”      The host simply smiles like she hasn’t been leaking government intelligence to Hydra for the past seven years. “Oh, that’s quite alright,” she says warmly. Steve cringes. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your wedding. I didn’t know I had a cousin once removed, let out alone his niece  who was getting married to such a strapping young gentleman.” Her eyes twinkle, eyeing Steve like he was a delicious cut of steak. “But I’m glad you two could make it here tonight,” she goes on, not taking her eyes off Steve.      “We’re glad, too,” Natasha says, and there’s an unprofessional twinge of annoyance in her voice. Brusquely, she leans up and presses a kiss to Steve’s lips, warm and soft and Steve’s more than happy to return it, if it means it gives him something else to look at than the creepy host’s beady eyes.      Natasha pulls away with a satisfied smile. “He is strapping, isn’t he?”

4.     Steve’s keeping pace with Natasha as they jog run around the park walking track. It’s a warm day and they’re keeping idle banter conversation when Steve spots the couple of reporters up ahead. They’re headed right towards him and Natasha and Steve figures someone must have tipped the paparazzi off that Captain America and the Black Widow were running laps around the lake.      A light bulb goes off in Steve’s head. It’s worked so well for them before, he doesn’t see why it shouldn’t work now. Just as the crew approach, not realising who Steve and Natasha were quite yet, he tugs Natasha off the track and pushes her against a tree and presses their lips together. It takes a moment and - funnily - they actually kiss this time. Natasha’s arms loop around Steve’s neck, one of Steve’s hands in her hair, the other at the small of her back, holding her off the tree bark, and it’s half a minute before Steve realises the paparazzi haven’t moved on, and his brilliant idea hadn’t worked at all.      “Hey! Found ‘em!” one of the guys calls out, beckoning more of the photographers over.      Natasha smirks when they eventually pull away from each other, Steve’s face crestfallen. “Never become a spy, Rogers.”5.     There’s a knock on the apartment door and Steve leaps to his feet to answer it. He pauses for  second before he opens the door because he doesn’t want to seem to eager, but hey, this is Natasha and she knows him inside out. She’s probably carrying a pack of face wipes for him, knowing he’s going to be sweating through their first date.     It’s only the fact that they’re calling it a date that’s got Steve so nervous. Rationally, he knows this is just Natasha, and it’s like any other time they’re hanging out, except he’s dressed sort of nice, and when he finally does open the door, Natasha is too, her hair pinned up, wearing a pale green dress, looking like beauty personified.      “Hi.”     “Hi, Steve.” She leans up, gives him a small kiss on the lips that they hold for a second too long, but it feels right, feels amazing, and when they finally part, they’ve both got goofy grins on their faces.      “Shall we?” Natasha prompts.      “Yeah, of course.” Steve slips an arm around her waist and steps out, door closing behind him, cutting short the, “Makin’ a girl pick you up for a date, you’re mother’s rollin’ in her grave, Steve!” that comes from Bucky from inside the apartment.

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Ice Cream and First Kisses

  Here’s finally the drabble I owe you. I did Nat growing up in Brooklyn with Steve and Bucky. 

"Go, go, go," a small boy urged, while quickly scrambling down the old concrete steps. Footsteps sounded from inside the orphanage, clearly what the young child was running from. "James Buchanan Barnes, you get back here this instant, young man." The brunette being addressed just snickered with another smaller boy at his side. "Buck, we really should be going back in, they’re getting mad." The blond’s Brooklyn accent was evident through his worry. Hearing them, Bucky, as James’s friends called him, deflated. "Alright Steve, you can go back, but I’ve got someone to meet up with." Without another word, he stalked down the streets of Brooklyn by himself with a destination set in mind.

Sniffling, he drew the ragged coat closer to his frame and stopped in front of a rod iron gate, a girl’s orphanage lay beyond. Eyes catching a blur of red hair, he saw a girl crawling out of a window as silent as a spider and then she dropped to the ground like a cat. A smile erupted on Bucky’s face as she started heading over towards him.

“Hey Buck.”

“Nat,” the boy smiled in return. In fluid movements she climbed over the fence and once landing the red-headed girl gave him a hug. “That’s not how a lady acts,” Bucky teased her. Natasha rolled her eyes and punched his upper arm whilst mutter a soft “Shut up.” Wordlessly they started walking side by side, shoulders touching down the street. To them, the silence was enough, they didn’t need words to communicate.

“It’s cold,” Bucky complained breaking the silence. Natasha snorted and shook her head. “You’d never survive the Soviet Union.” Bucky didn’t have much to say to that so he remained silent. Bucky glanced over to the redhead next to him. Sure, he was only 9, and maybe he didn’t exactly understand, but he felt the urge to quickly peck her lips. She’d kick him though, and have his teeth knocked out in an instant. Sure, maybe she wasn’t your traditional dame, but Bucky liked that, a lot actually. He briefly wondered why Steve never hung out with them, then he remembered it’s nothing against them, it’s his frail form that doesn’t bode well in the cold.

“How’s Steve,” Nat spoke up as if she was reading Bucky’s mind. Bucky shrugged in response shoving his hands in his pocket. Without warning Natasha pulled on his arm and they went down an alley. “It’s a shortcut towards the ice cream parlor. I found a dollar yesterday and figured we should treat ourselves.” Bucky smiled goofily showing off his pearly whites. “Gee, thanks Nat, that’s real swell of you.” The redhead just shrugged but couldn’t help smile to herself at the thought of making him happy. Once they entered the ice cream shop there went right towards the counter practically sticking their faces in the glass, it was a comical sight to say the least.

“What are you going to get?”

“I don’t know, maybe vanilla?”

“Vanilla, Nat? That’s so boring.”

“Well I like vanilla, leave me alone Barnes.” Her words were laced with the barest hint of teasing, but Bucky knew, he always knew how to read her tone. She was going to get vanilla and there was nothing he could do about it. In the end, he got chocolate chip min and she got vanilla, like they always did when they were graced with the privilege of money during the Depression. Just as they were about to get out of the door, Natasha paused and looked back at the counter.

“Should we get something for Steve,” she asked. Bucky hesitated and then shook his head ‘no’ remembering that Steve was lactose intolerant. Natasha took the answer without question and exited the shop with her ice cream cone in hand. “Clint got in trouble again,” Bucky started. He knew of the close relation between the two, they were practically brother and sister. For some time they shared the same foster family before being placed back in the system. He got that information from Clint of course, Natasha was way too private for him to even know that. Natasha snorted in response, “When isn’t Clint in trouble?” Bucky giggled, it was true, him and Clint were notorious for getting in trouble at the orphanage with Steve bringing up third place.

The two continued eating their ice cream in silence turning down the alley that they had originally come from. As they turned the corner they noticed some older boys around thirteen joking around and causing trouble. Natasha and Bucky froze unsure of what to do. Those few moments of hesitation were perfect for the boys to notice them. The older boys swaggered over and Bucky glanced at Natasha out of the corner of his eye seeing her so ready to fight gave him confidence and he drew courage from her aura. They boys were around them, circling them like a lion would stalk it’s prey.

“Well, what do we have here?” The leader spoke. In a quick movement he snatched Bucky’s ice cream and threw it on the ground. Bucky was about to react, but Natasha got there first. “Hey,” she cried out in anger lunging for the older boy and leader. The surprise attack caught him off guard, causing him to fall to the ground. Her ice cream lay in a sad heap on the pavement, but chaos had erupted and she didn’t have the time to mourn for not only her lost ice cream, but also her lost money.

Fists flew, grunts came from the alley and before any passerby, if they should look, could react the three older boys were on the ground moaning and clutching their crotches whilst being half covered in ice cream. “Karma’s a bitch,” Bucky said smugly standing over one of the boys. Natasha smirked and grabbed Bucky’s hand pulling him from the alley. A rush of warmth spread up Bucky’s arm and he couldn’t help the smile from gracing his face while they ran from their bullies.

Once a safe distance away they pulled to a stop and erupted into a fit of giggles. Without thinking properly Bucky leant forward and kissed Natasha with a quick and chaste peck of the lips. Immediately Bucky and Natasha froze in shock. There was a deafening silence even though the Brooklyn streets were busy with life. As Nat moved Bucky flinched reflexively thinking that Nat was going to deck him for it. She surprised him though. Leaning forward Natasha placed a kiss on Bucky’s lips exactly what he originally did.

Bucky’s face lit up in a grn and the redhead bit her lip and smiled shyly as she took his hand once more and started walking back towards Nat’s orphanage. The walk back was silent as neither knew exactly what to say. They were finally in front of her building. Bucky and Nat reluctantly let go of the other’s hand.

“How about we try getting ice cream tomorrow, but go a different way?”

Bucky nodded still smiling, “Sounds swell! Same time?”

Nat nodded and then punched Bucky’s arm. “Stop smiling like that, your face is gonna get stuck.” Bucky didn’t care though. He just smiled even wider and kissed her cheek. “See ya tomorrow, Nat.”

“Bye.”

As Bucky started down the blocks toward his own orphanage he thought about how amazing the day had turned out. Even the cold didn’t seem to bother him as much. Sure, the ice cream turned out to be a waste of money, but Bucky was almost grateful for those bullies that had interrupted their walk. Turning into the property of his current home, immediately he heard the sounds of yelling and Sister Catherine came rushing over steering him into the building. He was briefly aware of the hands on his face brushing over the bruise forming over his cheekbone.

“…without dinner!” Bucky finally tuned into what they were saying. Oh, he was being punished for going out. Oh well, it was most definitely worth it. As he started walking towards the room he shared with Steve and a few other boys he noticed Steve fall in step with him looking exasperated but mostly concerned. There was silence as they ascended up the stairs. Steve respected that Bucky wanted the silence. Once they got into their room Steve realized they were alone and closed the door before going to his cot and sitting cross-legged.

“What happened Buck?”

The goofy smile from earlier that day returned and Bucky looked at Steve.

“I got a girl, Stevie.”

“What?!”

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❅

[ meme ] romanovwidow

❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch

Steve laughed at the scene on TV, only realising afterwards that Natasha hadn't. He turned, (to question her sense of humour), only to see that she'd dozed off, cheek against the arm of the couch, back bent awkwardly. Smiling a little to himself, Steve switched the TV off, and gently dragged Natasha away from the arm, pulling her back so she was lying against him, her back to his chest. He curled around her, pulling the couch throw down and wrapping it around them. "'Night, Natasha," he murmured quietly.

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can't leave the past behind

romanovwidow

forced us...               experiments...                                     always watching....                                                                  nothing we could do....                                                                                                        failed...                                                                                                                   didn't work...                                                           sterile

     Steve couldn't get Bucky's rambling words out of his head. They were all he'd been able to think about all day, holed up in his room until Natasha came to find him to go to bed together. He couldn't tell her that he knew everything. He felt a renewed sense of admiration towards her, knowing what more she'd been through than she'd told him, that she was still standing, fighting strong, despite the cruel, heartless things she'd suffered. He couldn't help but touch her more gently, more reverently, not wanting to hurt her anymore than she had been already. He would eventually ask her about what had happened in that Red Room facility, but it couldn't be now. He didn't want to press any buttons, or unearth memories that she might possible want to forget. Tangled up in each other in bed, he kissed her slowly, fingertips ghosting over her bare arms, over her shoulders, cupping her cheek gently.

[liibxrte]

So yeah, she's beating him. She' beating him pretty god damn easily. He's not sure if his game is off or if she's just that good, but he has a feeling it's the latter. He's not sure he's ever been bested like this before; he's never tried to face off the Hulk like Thor has, but he's beaten Tony in the suit before.

               He huff as his cheek meets the mat again, his                jaw smarting and his ribs aching. She's sneaky.                That's what it is. He groans, pushing himself up                and shaking himself out, shoulders rolling.

     "Again."