It is the continuation of my first story Avengers Infinity Was: After Snap.
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It was five years since The Avengers killed Thanos but they failed the purpose of avenging as it was too late. The mad Titan destroyed the stones using stones and all they could do was to kill him. Some of them turned to recluse after the desperate failed attempt to undo "the snap", others moved to their routine duties as Avengers but only a few of them remained on earth and never lost hope.
Natasha took over the responsibility of Avengers HQ and was relentless in her pursuit. She been looking into an assassin who was a ghost and had a signature mush similar to Clint. She just now got off the call from the fellow Avengers where she urged Rhodes to look for Clint even the Colonel was not that much interested. May be he too was one from the hopeless bunch.
There she was sulking in her chair with her long honey blonde hair. She been experimenting with her looks, may be to keep herself occupied or may be just without any particular thought. She looked beautiful as ever. Her piercing beautiful eyes were moist from thoughts of her lost friends, her full lips were still all red and luring, the pretty face was sad but attractive like a man magnet. He has never seen her so beautiful and he has seen her a lot in different looks. But this look of hers was so far his favourite. It reminded him of his good old days where women were all about feminine ways and he was liking it. Who was 'he'? Our own Captain America, who entered the hall when the call was disconnected and he was leaning to a bookshelf, cherishing the flawless beauty in front of him. He didn't want her to move a bit and wanted to treat his sore eyes from that useless group therapy session but she looked at him so he had to speak.
Steve, "You know I'd offer to cook you dinner but you seem pretty miserable already."
He indicated towards the peanut butter sandwich on the table. He couldn't see that beauty crying. There were tears on her beautiful rose pink cheeks and she wiped them off and tried to smile. He was always a breeze of relief for her as well.
Natasha, "You here to do your laundry?"
Steve, "To see a friend."
Natasha smiled and indicated towards herself, "Clearly, your friend is fine."
Fine! Fine was a understatement. His "friend" was perfect. He was still lost in his thoughts. It had been long for them to be alone because there was too much surveillance and chatter around and they could not afford to have a single moment of ignorance. They were hopeful but they were immensely in love with each other. Although rather of them expressed it yet.
Steve, "You know I saw a pod of whales when I was coming up the bridge."
Natasha, "In the Hudson?"
Steve, "There are fewer ships, cleaner water."
Natasha, "You know, if you're about to tell me to look on the bright side. Well, I'm about you to hit you in the head with this peanut butter sandwich."
She joked and smiled, as Cap does the same. Ohh! That smile. He could easily go under the ice forever for that smile. His heartbeat tried to match the speed of his thoughts. He walked towards the table, threw his jacket and sat in front of her.
Steve, "Sorry. Force of habit."
He was looking right at her and was noticing every little detail of her face. Her she still struggling to adjust her recent long hair, how her eyes twinkled when she tried to give him a smile how her beautiful fuller lips pout when she reacted to her effort to cheer her up and how her cheeks flushed when she noticed his unusually long stare. Yes, he was staring.
Steve, "This job of yours may be doesn't need a doing, Natasha. We both need to get a life."
Natasha, smiling, "You first."
"My life is sitting across the table right in front of me," he said to her looking directly in her moist but shining eyes. He was not the one about expressing his emotions but she owned his heart.
"Steve! You don't say that. It's not the right way to go neither the time is right for us to think on these lines," she had a bewildered expression on her face and she sounded sad.
"You know Natasha, most alive I saw you when we were making love in that Quinjet in Wakanda. I want to see you like that, up and alive about life," he picked up a sandwich from the table and took a bite.
"Ohh Steve! Only if I have that left in me," she sounded desperate.
Cap was holding that half eaten sandwich in his hands. He squeezed it's end and saw the brown if peanut butter in it. It was in shape of a vagina. He showed it to Natasha.
"Only if it had more pink in it, I would love to eat it even more," he said with a mischievous smile on his face.
Natasha totally understood the mention and was surprised by his move. They were in the HQ and no chance they could have privacy there. Her mind was racing. The handsome hunk with a heart filled with love for her was making her crazy with his piercing gaze and naughty talk. Her opulent boobs were now heaving because of her heavy breathing. They both were starstruck at each other. And Cap made first move.
He got up from his chair and crossed the table. He pressed the isolation switch on the table which disconnected the room from all communications. She saw her doing that and her heart skipped one beat in excitement. He was right next to her, standing all tall with his perfect frame. She could see the outline of his massive hard on under his pants next to her face. It was a huge turn on for her.
Natasha was holding her chair tight and was too worked up to even move. Her emotions were visible on her pretty face. Cap grabbed her chair and made her face him. She was still sitting and looking up at him. He offered her the sandwich in his hand and she took a small bite. She was following him like a child. He put a hand on her head and began to caress her beautiful red hair. She leaned her head on his hand as it came to her side and closed her eyes.
"I love you, Natasha," he put all the love imaginable in those words.
"I love you too, Steve," her eyes remained closed and her head rested on his hand. Tears began to flow from her eyes. "I love you so much."
Cap dropped to his knees in front of her, took her face in his palms and said, "Do you really want to cry or because you know that I find you irresistible with tears in your eyes, you are crying."
A bright smile appeared on her lips and she opened her eyes. Cap pulled her face towards her and their lips met. He mashed her lips on her beautiful pink wanting lips. Her lips were like butter and melted with his touch. He was savouring the delightful taste of her lips. It had been long since they made love for the first and only time. He wanted it bad and he knew that she wanted it too. Now it was happening.