It's been been a week since the wedding and Mr and Mrs Rogers are now heading to Australia for their honeymoon. "Was it all a set up?" His new wife asked wanting to know every detail on why he faked his death.
"Yes. I'm so sorry, it was Tonys idea. I would never want to hurt you like that, I swear." He replied with a sweet and innocent face. Natasha wasn't mad, she was just curious to why.
"What would have happened if you refused to do it?"
"He would have still caused the mission to go ahead and would actually blow me up. What you saw was a dummy wearing an outfit like mine." She snuggled closer to him in their first class beds.
"I'm killing him when we get home." Listening to his heart beat caused a slight smile on her face. 'He's alive.' She thought.
"I would help but there is no need." He said pulling 2 of Tonys credit cards out. She looked up and snatched them both from his grasp.
"How did he agree to this?" She said in shock.
"He hasn't. Spend all you want." They smiled at each other and he leaned down to kiss the lips he lives for.
"I love you so much. Do anything like that again and I will kill you." She said breaking the passion of their lips touching.
"No you won't." He said with a grin.
When they touched down in Australia, Steve took all the bags and made a promise on the plane to do water ever she tells him to do.
They booked the honeymoon suit, which is apparently the most romantic room in the building. He put his stuff on one side of the room and hers on the other. "Why so far, honey?" Natasha asked with a vast smile at the sight of her man.
"Thought you would of wanted your personal space." Returning the smile. She walked over to her husband and kissed him on his cheek before heading to the couch.
"My feet are aching and sore and I'm really tired." Kicking her shoes off to see her feet are now red raw.
"Let me help then." Much of a surprise to Natasha, Steve swept her off the couch and carried her to their bedroom. Natasha would have insisted on leaving Steve out of it, they were just feet after all, but she was too tired to do so.
She let herself go limp in his arms and he placed her gently on top of the bed. He say crossed-legged on the opposite side and began to rub his slightly calloused hands on the balms of her feet, smoothly and deeply.
Natasha herself could not believe she actually found love in the most honorable man in America and who just carried her to the bed and is running her sore feet. She shuddered at the thought of Steve leaving her or hurting her.
He felt the shudder, and continued the massage her feet, giving her a reassuring smile when she looked at him. Looking at him and knowing that love they have for each other caused a concurring warmth that spread from her inner core to the very tips of her fingers, she smiled dreamily.
Steve chuckled to himself. "You're cute when you do that. I love you."
Do what? Love you too." She asked teasingly.
"Smile just like you did." He stopped massaging, and Natasha realized that the soreness had completely gone. "Are you calling me depressed, darling?"
He laughed. "No, not at all. It's just that..." he looked away, thinking for a moment, before he faced Natasha once more. "That I don't see a genuine smile from you as often as I want too."
Natasha smirked slightly. "Then get use to seeing it a lot more."
"Good." He crawled to her left and lay down beside her, both of them are now lying close to each other on their backs. They lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, thoughts of the person next to them rushing like a raging river through their heads as they realized just how much they loved, and cared for each other.
It wasn't long until Steve reached a hand towards his wife, wanting to hold it again, and she took it, her small, slender fingers fitting and locking perfectly around Steve's thick ones. With her hand still in his grasp, Steve turned on his side and looked at her somewhat longingly, and Natasha could not help but stare back with her loving green eyes. Steve brushed a few stray strands of her red hair away from her beautiful face, which looked even more gorgeous in this moment, and said. "Do you love and trust me?"
He began to caress her cheek with his thumb, without hesitance, Natasha replied. "I love you with all my heart and trust you with my life."
Steve smiled, a genuine, perfect smile. "That's what I wanted to hear."
He leaned down, and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Natasha returned the kiss, and soon their kisses became hungrier, driven by passion, understanding, trust and love. They wrapped their arms around each other, holding each other close, never wanting this moment to end for they knew they only had minimal time for each other because a week honeymoon isn't long enough. They soaked each other in, every moment, every arch, every curve of their imperfect perfections. Natasha could feel the soldier's grace in Steve begin to ebb away as his movement became more fluid; less rigid.
Natasha turned Steve onto his back and sat on top of his abdomen, staring wildly into his eyes, daring him to see the side of her that no one else had seen, daring him to go even further. The side he will only see.
Steve, feeling adrenalin run through his blood and veins, rubbed his hands along her waist, and they stared into each other's eye for long seconds, the sexual tension growing and growing until-
KNOCK!KNOCK!KNOCK!
Natasha and Steve gasped, and instinctively moved away from each other but not too far. Tony was standing on their balcony with his ironman suit in and his mask up to talk. He was pretty pissed. "GIVE ME BACK MY CREDIT CARDS. NOW ROGERS!" Yelling at the couple.
Steve got up and went to the balcony looking more pissed then Tony. A lot more pissed. "You owe me and I don't think Pepper knows about that thing, does she?" Starks face turned from anger to worry in a matter of seconds.
"Actually keep them, don't go crazy with the money or do whatever you want with it. Heck, why not book the room for longer?" He finished and put his iron mask back down before turning around and flying away.
"No more secrets, what doesn't Pepper know?" She asked leaning against the bed rest with her trademark smile. "Remember, anything I want to know or do or have done."
Steve calmed down and sat at the end of their bed. "When we were staying in DC and you girls were in New York for the wedding separation, Tony and Clint got a bit over the top with pranking and he was loosing. Tony flew to some place in Asia and started a war there that we had to finish. By the end, we found Tony drunk out of his head and passed out in an Asian prostitution house." Natasha and Steve burst with laughter. "That's not even the best part." Steve continued as Natasha got up and poured to glasses of wine to celebrate. "They stole 20,000 dollars from him." She put the drinks down and laughed again.
Steve picked his drink up and gave Natasha hers when she calmed down. "Cheers to Tony's dumbassness and our honeymoon." She toasted and clinger drinks and ended their night with a kiss passionate enough that all the red roses in the world couldn't sweeten them up.
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FanfictionSteve and Natasha have only just met and fell in love instantly. When they have to go on there first mission something happens before and while on there mission.
