Mind Games (Avengers Wrong Number Fugitive [Natasha Romanoff x teen])

29. OMG I'M SORRY I WALKED IN

A/N IT GOT UP TO LIKE 90 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT NO CAP (yes, I wanted to say no cap because I never say it) AKA LIKE 32 CELSIUS OMG! I leave tmrw tho (Saturday) and school starts up again Monday 😒 BUTTTT, Friday is SOOO MANY THINGS! 

Friday the 27th of October is: Loki s2 ep4, 1989 (Taylor's Version) release (AND I'M NOT LISTENING TO IT ALL THROUGHOUT THE SCHOOL DAY SO I CAN HAVE A LISTENING PARTY WITH MY FRIENDS AFTER SCHOOL), it's 3 months with my girlfriend!, Halloween party at school (UP TOP!), and if we count, one of my online friend's birthdays! (she's on my swiftie groupchat on snapchat! (if you wanna join I can add you!!) ANYWHOSSS, TO THE STORY!

One more thing!! Chapter name SLAAAAYS

America's POV

I'm peacefully in my room, criss cross on my bed, door shut, windows open, surround sound soft pop rock playing. While kissing Abigail Palmer.

Her hair in my hands and our lips smashed together heightens all my senses. We would take a second to breathe before connecting once more.

I don't know how long we'd been kissing for, but at some point both of our shirts came off. This was heaven.

I turn us around so I could push her on the bed without her falling off the end, and smirk. "Is this okay?" I ask softly.

She giggles, before nodding, offering a small smile.

"I need words, babes."

"Yes, America, this is more than okay." Abby looks at me, a twinkle in her eye. "You're hot, that's what's up, so duh."

I laugh, kissing her lips again. "Alright, miss cheeky, let me show you who's hot." I pause for a second, cringing. "Okay, that was bad, can I just kiss you?"

She squeaks in response, her laughter somehow light and affectionate. "Yes! Of course!"

I'm on top of her, kissing all over her, making sure not to leave a fraction of her face untouched. I use one of my hands to hold myself up and keep it close her breast, making sure to taunt her but not pressure her to go further, while the other holds her waist. Her leg is wrapped around my hip, and god is this hot.

"Hey, guys, uh... uh- Oh my god I'm SO SORRY I WALKED IN!" If you didn't guess, that's Peter Parker opening my door (without knocking).

"PARKER GET THE FUCK OUT!" I shout back.

He shrinks, walking back a step. "I- I would, America, I promise! But we've got a situation..."

Abigail sits up, a cute frown evident. "And what's that, Peter?" She asks.

"Natasha's missing."

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Kate's POV

I love singing in the shower, which probably isn't the best thing to love while living at a compound. Needless to say, I continue to do so, once getting out.

I wrap a towel around my body and step into my room. As I'm opening up my towel-

"Kate, we've got a- OH!" Peter looks away fast. "I'm really really sorry! I should've learned my lesson with America and Abby!" What with America and Abby?? "Uhm, I'm not looking, but I need you in the conference room in ten! Natasha's missing!"

"Couldn't you just use Friday?" I grumble. 

"She's being rebooted! It makes it even harder to find her!"

What has Natasha gotten herself into?

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Kamala's POV