Winter's Widow

Chapter 75: Caught Red Handed

Natasha's pov:

I am searching for some vodka in the kitchen when things start to go downhill.

"Hey, Nat." I hear Clint's greetings from behind me.

I grab a bottle from the cabinet and turn to greet Clint.

"Hey Clint." I'm quickly cut off.

He starts spraying me mercilessly with a water gun. I put the bottle down and crack my knuckles. He stops spraying when he realizes his mistakes. His expression of fear quickly changes when he starts staring at my neck. He seems confused at first, but soon dons a smug smile.

"What?" I question angrily.

The I realize what he was staring at.

I was wearing makeup.

The water washed it off.

He's staring at a hickey.

"Shit!" I take off my sweater and wrap it around my neck.

"Get some, Natasha!" He nods and congratulates me.

"Can it, Clint." I snap angrily.

I'll never hear the end of this.

"Tony! Tony! Come here! You'll never guess what happened!" Clint calls.

I quickly get him in a headlock.

"What, what?" Tony rushes in.

Clint escapes from my headlock when I put my guard down for a moment. He kicks me onto my knees and pins my arms behind me. He sits on my legs so that I can't stand. He also wraps his freed arm around my torso to keep me still.

"What's going on? What did I miss?" Tony asks.

Clint rips off the sweater and throws it away, exposing my neck.

"...No way!" Tony goes wide eyed.

"Clint, I'm going to murder you." I warn softly.

"Sam, get your ass in here! Check out what happened to Natasha!" Tony calls for more attention.

Goddammit.

"What is it this time?" Sam walks in a bit annoyed.

He also goes wide eyed when he sees the purple blotches on my neck.

"...Nat, I didn't know you had it in you! And Clint, she's gonna kill you." Sam throws up his eyebrows.

"I know." Clint says proudly.

"Why were you calling for Sam? What did Nata-" Steve cuts himself off when he sees me.

Steve is speechless.

"...Where is he?" Tony breaks the silence.

"Who?" I ask.

"The guy who did that!" He points at my neck.

"How should I know? He's illusive, even to me." I furrow my eyebrows.

"Tin man, get your ass over here! You have some explaining to do." Tony calls.

I hear a very loud and annoyed sigh. He probably just got back here. I hear his heavy pounding steps.

"Hey, explain this." Tony gestures to me.

Bucky looks at me, then dons a smug smile. He looks back to Tony then throws his hands up saying I don't know.

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"What do you mean 'you don't know'?" Tony furrows his eyebrows.

"I just kinda felt like it." Bucky comes up with an excuse.

"Just- just felt like it?" Tony sputters.

"Yup. I like the look." Bucky says.

"You like the look?" Tony raises his eyebrows.

"How long did you think that makeup would fool us, Natasha?" Clint asks.

"Well it worked for a couple of months, so I wasn't too worried about it." I say coolly.

"...You...Months?" Steve asks.

"Roughly 7 months." I say.

Tony's jaw drops. Clint releases me and walks away after hearing that number. Steve also walks away.

"7 months... Clint, Steve, wait for me. We should leave these two alone..." Tony joins them.

Me and Bucky are now left alone.

"Look what you did." I cross my arms.

"You think it wasn't worth it?" He crosses his arms too.

"I hope not... If it was worth it, you'll do it again." I pout.

"...You're getting more now because of that." He points at me.

"James, no."

One long shower later.

I had to shower to get the rest of the makeup off. I have a baggy gray tank top and jean shorts clean waiting for me. I put on the new clothes and exited the bathroom into my room. I find Bucky already laying on my bed, waiting for me.

"I thought you were never coming out." He doesn't bother take his eye off his phone.

"...Why were you waiting for me?" I ask.

"...You know why. I promised that you would get more for that little comment earlier." He puts his phone down and looks at me.

"James..." I huff.

He takes a moment to examine the spots I already have on my neck and part of my chest.

"...You know, those shoulder could use a little color..." He mumbles.

"James, I have plenty as it is. Don't worry, you're job on me is finished." I try to hold back a smile.

"My job on you isn't finished until you're topless and outta breath, doll." He grins.

I open my mouth to say something, but quickly shut it when he slowly stands. He was being serious. He starts walking towards me and his boots pound against the ground under his weight, even though he's walking kinda slow.

"No..." I step back.

My little black vans are quiet compared to his boots. I can sneak so easily in these. He can't. I keep backing up until it turns into a game of tag. He chases me around the room for what seems like an eternity. It was only like 2 minutes, actually. He was finally able to catch me when I tripped and fell. I lay on the floor and look up at the pleased soldier looming over me.

"No..." I warn quietly.

"Yes." He purrs.

He lifts me off the ground and has a tight hold on me. I try pulling away, but to no avail. Eventually, I give up and let him take me. I lay my head on his chest in submission. He purrs with satisfaction and I feel the rumbling in his chest. He starts falling back and he takes me with him. I gasp as gravity pulls us down. We come to an abrupt halt when the bed catches us. He and gravity are truly a dynamic duo.

"James!" I scold.

He hums and keeps a tight hold on me. Suddenly, his hands start to wander. Convenient for him that I decided to wear shorts today. He flips us over so that he's on top. He lifts my shirt just a little so he can see my scar. He runs his fingers over the scar and examines it. His hand starts to wander to other areas. I let his hands travel around until he starts prodding at sensitive spots. When he sees me trying to hold back a whimper, he knows. He keeps poking in the areas that get me to make a noise. He seems very pleased by my whining.

"Keep doing that and you're gonna get a lot more than hickey, doe."