Distressed // Steve Rogers

29 - Initiate

Steve leaned back against the countertop watching as Talia raided the cupboards and pulled out piles of snacks. He watched her as she reached up on her tiptoes to try to reach for the jellybeans Natasha hid behind the plates. Her t-shirt lifted slightly, revealing the red shorts she was wearing and Steve couldn't help but laugh at the tiny red white and blue shield printed on the pocket on her ass.

"Talia," he smirked as he pressed up against her and reached around her, grabbing the candy she was reaching for and brushing a kiss against her cheek. "What on earth is on those shorts?"

"Oh." She grinned as she turned to face him. "Wanda got them for me. Said something about America's Ass being mine now, so it seemed fitting."

She kissed him gently and he chuckled against her lips, taking her pile of snacks out of her hands and putting them on the counter. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her passionately.

"Steve," she murmured between kisses. "As much as I want to keep doing this." His lips traced from her mouth to her jaw and down her neck. "He's waiting."

Steve groaned as he buried his face in her neck and she giggled, running her fingers through his hair.

"Okay." He pulled away, pecking her lightly once more before grabbing his coffee and returning to his spot against the counter.

"Okay." She bit her lip as she raked her eyes over him, standing casually in jeans and a tight grey t-shirt.

"Don't look at me like that Runaway." He raised an eyebrow as he sipped his coffee. "We'll end up back upstairs if you do."

"Right. Yep." She grinned as she turned away. "I've got MilkDuds, Jellybeans, popcorn... what else? What's his favourite thing?"

Steve smiled softly as she walked over to the fridge and peered inside. He loved how attentive she was, how much care she was putting into something as small as snack choice for Bucky. He loved her compassion.

"Bring some cashews." He winked as she smiled over to him. "And plums. Bucky has always liked plums."

She closed the fridge and bounded over to him, stealing his coffee from his hands and taking a sip.

"Perfect, thank you Ice-Pop." She heard the clicking of heels before Steve did and she backed away, putting his coffee down and grabbing the snacks quickly. "And I am so sorry for what is about to happen..."

"Wait, what's about to happen?"

Natasha cleared her throat as she stood against the doorframe, her arms folded and a deadpan expression across her face. It took everything she had not to laugh as she watched Steve's eyes widen and he gulped slightly.

"This, this is about to happen Steven." She cocked her head to the side and ran her tongue over her teeth. "You have some explaining to do Rogers."

Taking a seat by the breakfast counter Nat looked over at Talia, standing awkwardly between the two of them, looking up at Steve with wide eyes and a slightly panicked expression.

"Off you pop Munch. This is between me and Lover Boy."

Talia bit the corner of her lip and backed away slowly. As Steve watched her he couldn't help but smile, she was adorable when she felt guilty.

I'm sorry, she mouthed, I love you.

He shook his head as he laughed.

I love you too, he mouthed back, say hi to Buck.

Once they were alone Natasha turned her face to Steve, still staring at the door Talia had walked out of, a soft smile on his lips.

"So," she mused, "my sister, huh?"