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IT was around 5 o'clock in the evening in the big city of Washington, DC; The sun still high up in the sky, shaded by a few full, white clouds, and the birds chirped their harmonious songs peacefully, high up in the trees. All the while, Steve took a moment to admire it all as he drove slowly down a small suburban street on his motorcycle, making his way back home. No doubt it was extremely relaxing from a long, hard day at work. But even so, he had much more on his mind to concentrate on. And that, happened to be his girlfriend.

The closer he approached his apartment, the more he was ready to eat a snack, relax, and most importantly, spend time with her, and he knew that she was more than ready for it too. Throughout the whole day while he handled some paperwork and other assignments with Fury, she had constantly sent him texts just to taunt him to get back home, and as much as he wanted to find it annoying, he had to admit to himself just how much he absolutely loved it:

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— Come home soon, Soldier ;)

— I'll be back in a few, hon.

— How much longer?

— I'm not sure. You've
just gotta wait ok?
I miss you.

— Are you insinuating that
I'm being impatient? Bc if
so, you're right

— :) Love you, Natasha.
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— 🖤

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Romanoff was never one to be needy, so just the thought of how much she truly wanted him to be around all the time was the best feeling all in itself, and now she didn't have to wait any longer. Cap began to pull into the driveway of the apartment complex, parking it on the side of the building as usual. Once he took the keys out of the ignition and hopped off, he went inside, walking up the steps swiftly, the creeks following each footstep. There was no time to waste; he was too excited, especially considering he had been away for a full ten hours. He despised being separated from her for that long; it was practically unacceptable.

He finally reached his apartment door, unlocking it with the house key before going inside with a smile. What he expected to see was Natasha sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, smiling right back at him in return, just as excited to greet him, most likely with a romantic kiss. At least, that was how he usually found her when he came back home. But instead, it was quite the opposite.

There wasn't a sound, aside from the long, low humming noise of the refrigerator. The lights in the living room were off, the kitchen lights dim, not even the TV was on, the captain noted as he walked past both rooms. He was slightly puzzled, but he began to reason that she had left to the store to buy some things for dinner. It was close to that time anyway, and if that's where she had gone, he definitely was thrilled about it, no questions asked.

Steve slid his loafers off and placed them by the the coat rack, taking his jacket off immediately afterwards and hanging it up with a long sigh, his excitement beginning to dwindle. Now he had to wait even longer to see her, and at this point, he didn't care if he was being the impatient one. Maybe it'll be best to do something else, so that the time will go by faster, he thought to himself. And that's exactly what he did.

The blonde strolled over to the kitchen, flicking on the light switch and pulling a glass out of one the cabinets. He filled it up with some water from the faucet, and then set back against the counter as he took a long sip, his eyes scanning the room. There wasn't much to see, besides a random box of Cheerios sitting out and a slight drop of water on the table here and there. Well, that was until his eyes stopped on a particular object on the other side of the counter. It was something in a tin foil container with a top covering it, and what looked like a pink, sticky note along with it. Steve, of course, couldn't contain his curiosity.

He set his glass down, making his way to the object, and when he reached it, he knew instantly what it was. His absolute favorite dessert in existence. Apple pie.

It looked extremely delicious, his mouth practically watering at the site of it. Yet, it was the note that was on the top of it that caught his attention even more than how much he wanted to dig in:

'Touch it and you die.'

A half of a grin ran across the lower half of his face as he read it over a few times in his head, and he knew what type of game this was going to involve. Either he would wait and obey the rules, which, he knew he should do. Or, cut a tiny piece of the pie for a small snack, because it was obviously his favorite, and risk the chance of death.

"Ugh, why would you do this to me, Nat?" He mumbled softly, admiring how tantalizing that pie looked and how the sweet aroma danced around his nose.

If there was one food weakness he had, it was apple pie, and Natasha knew that more than anyone. It wasn't like she would bake it often. No, it was every once in a blue moon that he would receive something as sweet and tasty as this, especially if it was homemade. Cap bit his lip, gazing at it, and yet the more he did, it was almost as if he began to lose his morals.

He knew he wasn't supposed to. And he didn't like to break rules unless it completely went against everything he believed in.. But even so, just one tiny slice couldn't hurt. It's not like she would actually kill him, right?

Steve took one last glance at the note before opening the container and tossing the top off to the side. He grabbed a knife from the drawer, carefully making a very thin cut into the freshly baked pie. And after a quick look behind him, checking to make sure no one was watching, he picked up the piece and popped the whole thing into his mouth.

It. Was. Perfect.

All of the flavors combined were to die for, and he was so glad he ate it. Not once did he even think of the consequences that he might have created for himself. Yet it wasn't until after he finished that he began to have worries... God, she was totally going to kill him.

He hurriedly picked up the top, closing the container to the best of his ability to make sure it didn't look like it had been touched. He then washed the knife and wiped all of the crumbs off of the countertop, afterwards, stepping back to see if it could play off well. Maybe she wouldn't notice. Maybe it would all be okay. Maybe-

"Ahem."

Steve's whole body froze, hearing the familiar, voice of a woman he knew all too well. The captain knew he was busted and he didn't want to face her, but it wasn't like he could just run away. So instead, he slowly turned around, biting his lip nervously as he saw Natasha standing there; Her arms folded across her chest, her eyebrow lightly raised, and a very curious smirk worn on her lips. She had her robe wrapped around her, and her normally red hair was darker, wet and stringy, falling a little past her shoulders. Clearly, she had just come from the shower. Why in the world did he not think of that earlier?

"Oh uh, hey, hon. How are you?" He greeted, trying to force a smile. Any sense of authority that could have been in his voice had left the premises.

"Fine." She answered, keeping the same, taunting expression. Natasha wandered past him, right over to the counter and took a glance at the container before looking up at him, her emerald eyes twinkling. "How was the pie?"

Steve scratched the back of his neck, not wanting to answer. There was no way he could bring himself to admit what he did, but what was there to hide anymore? He bit his lip a little tighter. "Delicious."

"Mm."

"You know how much I love apple pie."

"I do." She pursed her lips together and picked up the sticky note to show him. "You must not be able to read, though."

He glanced at it, and then looked back to her. "I'm sorry, Nat. I couldn't help it."

"You know what this means, right?" She questioned, placing the piece of paper down.

"What?"

A devious grin emerged on the redhead's mouth as she stepped up closer to the soldier, standing on her tippy-toes to lean in his ear and whisper, "You. Die."

Rogers shivered, not only from the enchanting chill of her whisper, but now he was left to imagine what could she possibly do to make him die? She loved him too much to actually kill him.. So what would it consist of?

He rose an eyebrow, "Was this some sort of test?"

"Yes," Natasha smirked, stepping back down. "You failed."

"Is there anyway I can get out of dying?"

"So many questions, Steve." She crossed her arms again and rested against the counter, staring at him intently enough to see a hint of green in his eyes. "But, there is one way you may be able to save yourself." The spy glanced down at his lips, inconspicuously.

"Alright..." he spoke, cautiously, arching an eyebrow, slightly intrigued by what it might entail. "And that is?"

The Black Widow smirked again, stepping closer, a dangerous, teasing look in her eyes as she tugged at his shirt, bringing his face to her own. "Kiss me."

Steve started to grin, laying his hand right above her hip. She really knew exactly what to do to drive him crazy and he was 100% in love with everything that was. If this was her way of showing how much she missed him, then he didn't even need to hear the words. Just the look she gave him, and the way her lips summoned him was enough to do the trick.

Cap leaned forward, attaching onto her lips, passionately kissing her and she did the same back, loosely wrapping her arms around his neck. After a moment, he lifted her up and sat her on top off on the kitchen counter, not breaking off the kiss until a few minutes later. As he pulled back to look at her, catching his breath, he smirked lightly.

"I don't regret touching that pie."

She grinned. "I didn't think you would."

~fin~

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