#captainwinterwidow

Of course, when Bucky came back into the fold, he enlightened Steve straight away on what Natasha had meant, causing his friend’s cheeks to flame a brilliant scarlet.

“Have you… and she… what am I asking, you probably don’t remember.”

Bucky’s grin was a glimpse of his old self. “Oh, Stevie, trust me. Some things are unforgettable.”

“Wow.” Steve went, if it were possible, even redder.

“You mean you haven’t, yet?”

“No! I… no! She keeps trying to set me up with other women.”

“Ah.” Bucky leaned back and gave Steve a thoughtful look. “I guess she was hoping you’d figure it out by yourself, if you hadn’t responded to the direct approach.”

“Figure what out?” Steve had never been so confused in his life.

“That for us, sex with the unenhanced is inadvisable at best.” Bucky went on to explain that in the heat of the moment, it was too easy to lose control over their strength and hurt someone who didn’t have super-soldier durability. That was part of the reason why the Red Room had drilled such impeccable control into their graduates.

It was another death knell to Steve’s hazy, maybe-one-day dreams of a white picket fence kind of life - not that he ever really thought he’d have it.

So when Natasha invited him to join her and Bucky after their next mission, he said yes.

“What?” Bucky blinked at him.

“I mean, if you don’t want to, it’s fine…”

“No, no, no! Yes, I mean. Christ. I just never thought you’d…”

“Oh, I knew we’d wear him down eventually.” Natasha smirked and looped her arm through Steve’s. “But first, I need to get out of this damn catsuit and take a shower.”

Steve’s throat dried at the thought of Natasha in the shower, and she seemed to guess it, smiling up at him. “Would you like to watch?”

He nodded jerkily, unable to get a word out.

Bucky laughed. “He’s never been good at sitting on the sidelines watching, Natalya.”

“Then he can join in. It’s always good to have someone to wash my… back.”

In his wildest dreams, Steve had never imagined what transpired in Natasha’s huge, marble-tiled shower; Bucky holding Natasha up while Steve fucked into her, the three of them covered in soap lather, wet and slippery, using their superhuman strength and flexibility in ways that would have boggled the mind of any regular human.

And that, of course, was just the start. Every piece of furniture in the apartment got a workout, and Steve finally understood just what Stark was muttering about when he talked about having to build specially reinforced furniture for supersoldiers. And why there were several patches of repaired drywall in Natasha’s walls.

“Whoops.” He pulled his arm out of the drywall, showering plaster all over the floor. Bucky cracked up laughing at his expression.

“Shouldn’t this be brick?”