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Romanogers hospital scene in CATWS as a fix it of sorts but i'm pretending it happened.

So err I can't write smut cause it just doesn't work so this is the before, and if anyone wants to write the actual smut they can...

Steve was looking at the empty vending machine. Damn. It was gone. What was he going to do now?

Footsteps came and stopped over his left shoulder. A redhead blew a bubble of obnoxiously pink gum. Natasha. Nat.

She took it.

He turned around keeping eye contact with an unknown. A few tense seconds of no blinking before she shifted and her mouth curved into an imitation of a smirk.

She knew something.

Steve looked around before pushing her into an empty room, nudging the door closed half-heartedly, to preoccupied to care.

She looked smug - shocked - intrigued - smirking - defensive as she hit the wall.

'Where is it' was growled out of a tense Steve.

'Safe'

'Do better'

'Where did you get it?'

'Why would I tell you?'

'Fury gave it to you. Why?'

'What's on it?'

'I don't know.'

'Stop lying!'

He tightened his hold on her upper arms.

'I only act like I know everything, Rogers' she replied accusingly.

'I bet you knew Fury hired the pirates, didn't you?'

'Well, it makes sense.' She made it sound obvious 'The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you.'

'I'm not gonna ask you again'

She thought about what she could say and decided to go with it, 'I know who killed Fury. Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists, the ones who do call him the Winter Soldier. He's credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years.' She ended it rater dramatically.

'So he's a ghost story' He looked unsure.

'I've tried to go after him. Like you said he's a ghost story.'

He pressed closer, brows furrowed, searching her face for lies.

'That was rather forward, and you still have me pinned against a wall.'

She lowered her voice a few octaves and it came out huskier. Her back arched slightly as she lengthened her neck.

'Your face is inches away from mine...'

His grip loosened as her right hand made its way to his chest.

She leant forward directing her face to his ear

'Your thigh is also very firmly between my legs and quite high up,' she breathed.

As she returned her head to the wall, maintaining new eye contact along the slow path, he seemed to consider his options.

In no time at all her hands were pinned above her head in one of Steve's. Both of her legs were parted by his. The other hand had raised one of her legs to rest it over his hip with his palm firmly under her upper thigh, fingers oh so close to her warmth.

He leaned in to her ear, mirroring het earlier action.

'This' he punctuated with a slight roll of hips 'is forward, doll'

A gasp halfway to keening was the last thing she exhaled before he closed in, trapping her in a cage of animal heat and desire.

Well, she hadn't expexted him to be this forward, but then again, she thought with a moan as he lifted her up pushing her further into the wall, she wasn't exactly complaining.

Soooooo... thoughts?