Point of View: Natasha Romanoff
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I watched from across the room as he angrily approached the bag and stuck his metal arm into it... and almost immediately thereafter pulled it out with nothing in hand.

I looked closer and it appeared that the spider was crawling up his arm. His eyes met mine for a brief second as he pulled the spider from the fabric of his shirt and put it back into the bag.

"That's Natasha... again," Bruce announced mundanely, even though I was already getting up and making my way to the closet.

Bucky sent me another look, though, I couldn't quite read it just yet.

They closed the door behind us.

I waited a minute before starting anything with my words like I know full well I can. I wanted to see if the timid winter soldier would initiate something for old times sake- and just this once.

He didn't.

"You know," I began with a twinge of something new in my voice. "This reminds me of that one time-"

"Which time? Because, to be frank, it was certainly more than once... that is, if I remember correctly," he played along. I could tell by the tone in his voice that he was smirking through all of this darkness.

"The first time, I mean," I replied, moving closer.

He reached out and grabbed my waist, pulling me swiftly into him and holding me there with seemingly everything he had. "Mmmm, I see," he whispered down to me. "It has to have been-"

"At least 15 years since then," I jumped in. "And 10 since our last."

"God, I haven't been with a woman in a decade?" he chuckled. "About time we change that, don't you think?"

"As long as you remember how, that is," I joked. "You do, don't you?"

"Trust me, I remember," his voice dipped deeper and rumbled through my ears.

"Yea, it's kinda hard to forget."

"Not the only thing that's hard..... just saying," I felt his voice inching closer.

I felt the air push from my lungs with those words. "Very... interesting." I reached down with my one hand and grabbed him through his pants, listening to him suck in a breath with a hitch in his voice.

His hands lowered and lowered until he grabbed me just right and- "I'll say," he murmured into my ear, biting it and sucking down my neck immediately thereafter.

I brought my hand up to his head and ran my fingers through that long hair of his, eventually pulling his lips from my neck and, instead, bringing them to my face unimaginably slowly just to mess with him.

"Mmmm- Nat, c'mon," he begged, making me smile just the slightest bit.

Then, I gave in.

That kiss- it was so forceful and strong like he couldn't wait even a second longer and wouldn't dare allow me to pull away. He moved me back, never letting our lips separate, and pushed me straight into the wall on the other side.

Eventually, he picked me up and started grinding against me, making me just want to kiss him harder.

I reached down for his pants and started undoing them- and he was beginning to do the same. He yanked my shirt off and put me down momentarily and pulled my pants and underwear off as I did the same to him.

I took his shirt off and let my fingers roam across his naked body as he undid my bra and threw it to the floor- we'd forgotten that this was a game for a moment... that the door could open any second now.

He dragged his cold, metal finger down my chest to my stomach and down, down, down until he was inside and- it was like this perfect ice within me... one, then two, then three.

"Don't-" I heard him pull away and say. He must have heard them approaching.

"Two minutes!" I heard Tony yell and bang on the door.

"I'll say when!" Bucky yelled back, never stopping everything he was doing nor how perfectly he was doing it.

He came back to kissing me and picked me up, holding me just above him and torturing me more than I could take. I reached down and grabbed him and pulled myself down onto it-

It felt like I was pushed back 10 years to the last time we'd done this. I could tell by his lack of motion that he was experiencing it too.

"Y'alright?" I finally asked, though, I'd spoken all too soon.

He thrusted his hips and pushed my breath out. "Better than alright, Nat, believe me."

I heard myself moaning openly between our bodies as he continued, eventually moving my lips to his neck so that I might kiss that sensitive skin just as I remembered he liked.

He was getting loud, too, much to my surprise and, hell, I was really liking it. I'd never seen him like this before- though, I had no doubt everyone was listening from outside to what we were doing.

"Guys!" I heard someone - Steve, maybe - yell from far away. "He's gonna open the door!"

We separated and grabbed whatever we could to cover ourselves. Light enveloped us and Tony stood at the front, holding the door open.

I looked over at Bucky and his face was red, his hair was all over the place and his breathing was erratic. I had to be exactly the same, if not worse.

I caught Steve's eye. He seemed almost upset but... it was hard to read him before he walked away entirely.

"Christ, get dressed," Tony commented closing the door and pulling us back into the darkness yet again.

I heard him chuckle. "Well," he started, reaching for his clothes. I took mine, too, only putting on my oversized t-shirt and underwear, though.

I, then, grabbed his jaw as I finished up and placed my other hand on his bare chest and leaned into his face. "I had fun, ghost boy," I whispered, kissing him deeply one last time before walking towards the door and out.

"Alright, I'm up again," I started. "But this is the last round- I'm tired."

"Hmm," Steve started. "Must be from all that di-"

"Yea, yea, I could say the same to you," I laughed.

He chuckled. "Fair enough."