Winter's Widow

Chapter 52

Some fluff, because Nat and the boys need a break.

Natasha's pov:

I'm sitting at my desk finishing up some work, when I hear a knock on the door.

Wonder who that could be.

"Come in."

He peeks in through the door, just poking his head in.

"What're you looking for, Barnes?" I raise an eyebrow.

He fully steps in the room.

"Um, you." He answers.

"Hm. Figures." I roll my eyes "And how can I help you?"

"Well, you could hang out with me." He shuts the door and leans on it with his side.

I see. Clever boy. Passive dominance. Leaning on the door, keeping it shut. So neither of us can leave. Low key, Buck. Low key.

"Alright. I have nothing better to do anyway." I decide to humor him.

He cracks a smile.

"And what would you want to do, Barnes?" I cross my legs.

He glances at my legs, then back up at me. He understands what I trying to do.

"...Don't be a tease." He cocks his head.

"Hm? What do you mean?" I smile.

"Don't even pretend. I know what you're trying to say." He shoves his hands in his pockets.

"And what is that?" I ask.

"I get it, you're trying to challenge me. Guess what hun? I take my challenges seriously. I get what I want, doll." He takes a step forward.

"Will you get what you want this time?" I cock my head.

"Yes. I will. As I always do." He takes another step forwards.

"Well, I guess we'll see." I chirp.

He stands right in front of me. He leans forward with his hands on the armrests of my chair.

"I always get what I want, Natalia. That's because you want it too." He purrs.

"...And maybe you're right." I look down.

"Maybe? It's not a maybe, Natalia." He hums.

"I wouldn't get too cocky, serge." I look back up at him again.

He hums at the name I used. He pauses and looks away.

"You ok?" I ask.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just fine. Could be doing better, though." He adds.

"Hm? And how is that?" I smile, already knowing what he's going to say.

"I could use some of you." He cocks his head.

"Flirtatious, much?" I subtly uncross my legs.

He takes notice without even looking.

"Like it, much?" He teases.

"No, but I like to humor you." I cross my ankles.

He notices that too.

"Oh, come on, Natalia..." He whines.

He uses one leg to pry my ankles apart. He raises his eyebrows. I start to cross my legs again, but he put his hand between them.

"You really are a tease." He narrows his eyes.