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A Shot in the Dark


Natasha stood in the bathroom of the honeymoon sweet she and Bruce were staying at. The bright light shines against her skin, making her look even paler. She lightly touches up her mascara and applies ruby red lipstick to her full, curvaceous lips. Natasha then admires herself in the mirror. She is wearing a black and red lace push-up bra with a matching thong. She was wearing garters and thigh-high pantyhose before but decided to take them off because they were too uncomfortable. She has been contemplating how to look in the bathroom now for about an hour. She just wants to look perfect for her new husband.

The Black Widow then thought back to today, her wedding day. It was a beautiful affair surrounded by the people she loved the most. It was quite a small wedding since neither Natasha nor Bruce had much family due to their work and other aspects of their lives. It was mainly just the Avengers and some close friends. Natasha remembered how she felt dancing with Bruce on the dance floor of the reception hall; their song, “Not Enough Time” by INXS playing in the background. It was a heavenly moment.

“You can do this, Natasha,” she mutters under her breath as she takes one last look in the mirror, bracing herself the littlest bit for tonight. Natasha and Bruce had decided to wait until after they got married to have sex. Both of them have had many partners before and were extremely careful about trusting people. They figured they need to know for sure that they were ready.

Natasha then turns on heels and slowly walks across the white tile floor of the ginormous bathroom. She passes the Jacuzzi and grips the door handle. She breathes out an anxious sigh and turns the handle. When she opens the door, she finds her new husband in his boxers, nervously pacing and looking around the suite. She laughs a little to herself.

Black Widow crosses her arms across her midsection and leans up against the door frame. “Hey, big guy, you ready to do this?” She asks in a nonchalant voice.

Bruce stops in his tracks and faces his wife, blown away by how sexy she looks in the lingerie she is wearing. He feels the blood flow increasing down in his member. He plays with the wedding ring on his finger. It feels strange but comforting to know it’s there and always will be. His heart skips a beat.

Natasha walks forward toward Bruce and stops about a foot in front of him. They just stare longingly into each other’s eyes. Natasha has always adored Bruce’s deep, chocolate brown irises. They fill her with warmth and comfort. Bruce notices the little flecks of gold in the Black Widow’s emerald eyes. He had never noticed this before.

After what seemed like ages, Bruce slowly reaches his hand out and lightly puts it around Natasha’s wrist, memorizing the bumping motion of her pulse. He feels the movement grow faster. His eyes widen and sweat beads begin to form on his upper lip. As he continues to lock eyes with his wife, Bruce slowly moves his head closer to hers. Bruce’s lips brush against Natasha’s.

“I love you,” he whispers softly to her.

Natasha can feel the heat of Bruce’s breath on her lips. “I love you too,” she whispers back. She then pushes her lips against his. Natasha’s tongue slides into Bruce’s mouth and they both move back and forth. Her pupils dilate at the embrace. Natasha’s eyes then close, enjoying the sweet taste of Bruce.

Bruce’s hand gracefully travels from Natasha’s wrist, up her arm and back around her waist. He pinches her side. He has always loved his wife’s beautiful curves. She seemingly had the perfect body. Meeting his eye with hers, Bruce then wraps his arms around Natasha and unclasped her bra, tossing it on the ground. Natasha grips the elastic waistband of Bruce’s boxers and pulls them down on the ground. Stepping out of his undergarment, Bruce does the same with Natasha’s thong.

The two stand there, naked for what seems like ages, too nervous to move. Excitement is pumping through their veins. Bruce can hear his heart beat in his ears and wonders if Natasha can heart the accelerated thumping as well.

Finally, Natasha says something. “So are we gonna do this or are you going to make me wait all night? Let’s get the married consummated!” She smirks at her husband.

Without saying a word, Bruce abruptly picks Natasha up and throws her onto the bed, landing himself in between her legs. He leans forward and kisses her again, licking her voluptuous lips as he pulls away. He then smooches her neck and moves down to her breasts. Natasha lets out a pleasurable and exaggerated gasp as Bruce suckles on her left breast.

“Oh, Bruce,” Natasha moans as she tries to maintain her balance on the mattress by leaning on her hands against the comforter.

Bruce then enters his wife with one swift thrust. He starts out slow and sloppy—he has not done this in a while--but eventually finds his rhythm. The only things heard are Bruce’s grunting, Natasha’s seductive groans and the clapping of skin against skin. He grits his teeth and grunts as his head begins to swim with the delicious feeling of endorphins. Oxytocin fills his brain and his body.

As Bruce’s heart rate continues to increase, a terrible thought creeps into his head: what if he hulks out? This was always a possibility but he hoped The Other Guy would let him have this one night, if not any others. He feels the anger start to fuel him put attempts to push the thoughts into the back of his head, where they can hopefully be forgotten for just this one night.

Bruce’s racing thoughts are interrupted with Natasha’s deep moans. She begins grabbing desperate fistfuls of the comforter and her eyes roll in the back of her head. As she reaches her climax, her toes curls and she throws her head back. “Yes! Yes, Bruce!” she shouts out. This turns Bruce on even more and he continues his pumping away into the Black Widow. More grunting and shouts of pleasure erupt from the couple as they both reach orgasm.

With one last push, Bruce and Natasha freeze together. Her arms wrap around Bruce and she squeezes him tight, never wanting to let him go. He then lifts her up and climbs onto the bed. Bruce holds Natasha closely as they spoon on the California king mattress, covering the eggshell white sheets. They stare longingly into each other’s eyes.

“Can we stay here forever?” Natasha asks Bruce softly. She bites her lip, already knowing the answer.

“I’m afraid we can’t, Tasha,” he answers her solemnly.

They continue to lay there, arms entwined. The couple does not move except for the light breathing and the soft commotion out in the hallway from where the rest of the Avengers are partying with their significant others. When the two of them are rested, they try a new position and go for another round, not wanting to stop touching each other in all different places. New, young love is like that.


So I really wanted to do a wedding chapter so here you go! Natasha and Bruce! I never even thought about this ship before until someone mentioned it to me. Like how I put in some of my psychology knowledge in there? Oxytocin is a chemical in the brain released during sex and breast feeding. And y'all should really check out "Not Enough Time" by INXS. 'Tis magnificent!


SUPERNATURAL!!!!!!!! DEAN!!!!!!!!!! SAM!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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CLINTASHA!!!!!!!!!!!! MY OTP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Hey, you may do a Steve/OC? c: I really loved this :'D

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Make a chapter stark/romanoff

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Sorry it's been so long. :/ I've just been focusing on my Supernatural fic. I do have a few storylines started. I'll try working on them. :) (STEVE AND BUCKY, ANYONE?)
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