Social-Suicide

Part 23

"Nat, sweetheart wake up." Steve said softly as he shook the blonde gently

Natasha groaned tiredly as she rubbed her eyes "what time is it?" She asked with a groan

"Don't worry about that now. I want to show you something." he said

Natasha's eyes fluttered opened and she slowly got out of bed, putting on her purple silk robe before following Steve.

Steve stopped in front of the large window in their room and opened it.

Natasha looked at him with furrowed eyebrows "you're not going to jump, are you?" She asked worriedly as she grabbed on to his arm and pulled him back

Steve chuckled lightly as he shook his head "no, now come on." He said as he stepped out of the window and balanced on the window pane

Steve held out his hand and Natasha hesitantly slipped hers into his. Steve lead Natasha up to the rooftop where he had laid down a blanket for them to sit on.

"Steve, what are we doing up here?" She questioned as she looked at him curiously

Steve said nothing as he pulled Natasha down with him and they sat on the blanket. Steve draped his arms around her neck and stared straight ahead before leaning close to her ear and whispering "just watch."

Natasha smiled contently as the sun began to rise. Putting her hands on either of his arms Natasha leaned into his touch, resting her head against his chest. "it's beautiful." She commented

Steve smiled "not as beautiful as you though." He retorted before placing a gentle peck to her cheek

Natasha blushed madly, her whole face turning the same color as her natural hair.

Natasha turned to face the blond, her face still red with blush and a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Such a flirt." She teased

Natasha leaned forward, their lips meeting in a soft kiss that soon turned heated. Natasha turned and straddled Steve's waist as their tongues played a game of cat and mouse, trying to decide who was the dominant. Steve's hands traveled down to her waist pulling her closer to him as their tongues continued to battle over dominance. Neither one of them pulled away until they were both desperate for air and pulling away they leaned their forehead's against one another, goofy grins appearing on both their faces.

"That was, um-" Natasha started after a while, her face flushed and her breathing still heavy

"Amazing!" Steve interrupted with a victorious grin on his face and Natasha nodded before placing a gentle peck to his lips

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As Steve and Natasha went back into their room there was a knock at the door that was later greeted by the sound of Sarah's voice. "Steve, Natasha, breakfast is ready." She called from outside the bedroom door

Steve chuckled "perfect timing" he muttered as he shut the window behind them

Natasha chuckled also "we'll be right their Mrs. Stark."

"It's Sarah!" She shouted as she walked away from the door

Steve and Natasha chuckled as they walked to their suitcases and pulled out their outfits for the day.

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"What were you two doing up there, fondueing?" Howard asked with a smirk as the couple walked downstairs, their fingers intertwined together and smiles on their faces

Steve just shook his head as he pulled out Natasha's chair and she sat down, taking a seat next to her Steve draped his arm over the back of her chair.

"Seriously, what is it with Howard and fondue?" Natasha asked her husband in a whisper