Final - part 1

Natasha: Dammit!

Said Natasha while entering the house, followed by Steve. Natasha put Lily on the floor, and Steve did the same with Nick.

Natasha: I am so tired, now I have to go out to dinner.

Steve: We can schedule another day.

Natasha looked at Steve.

Natasha: Really?? Will you try to schedule, with the President of the United States, another day for dinner?

Steve raised his eyebrows and shoulders.

Steve: Why not?

Natasha rolled her eyes.

Natasha: We're going, Steve. Today.

Steve: How are we going there, having the kids? Pregnant Laura can't be with them anymore.

Natasha: The invitation says to take the children.

Steve: Really? So problem solved.

Natasha: Look, super soldier, I'm going to sleep a little bit and you stay with the children.

Steve: Okay, I'll call you in two hours then I rest a bit.

Natasha looked at Steve and walked over to him, she lowered her voice.

Natasha: Rogers... You won't be calling me in two hours, because last night, at the party I spent a lot of my energy with you. Don't you remember?

Steve: Of course I remember.

Natasha smirked, looking at Steve.

Natasha: Since you are more resistent, you won't need to sleep at all, so you will let me sleep as much as I need to be energized enough for later.

Steve frowned and he started to sweat on his forehead.

Steve: Wa-wait... what are you saying?? Aren't we going to the White House?

Natasha: Yes.

Steve: So...? Why you need energize for later??? If we're going to be there we won't be able to... you know.

Natasha laughed and sighed.

Natasha: Oh Steve...

Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed again.

Natasha: You are so naive sometimes.

Natasha grabbed Steve's suit and pulled it down, making him lean over to her. Natasha gave Steve a little peck on the lips and released him, then she went up to her bedroom to sleep.

...

After taking care of lunch, feeding the twins, playing with them and the other kids, Steve made James and Sarah take a nap and he had more trouble to make the twins to nap, because when one is on the lap, the other wants to be too, and then they cried, so after two hours of struggle, he managed to get the babies to sleep. Steve went up and left them in the crib in their room.

Steve went to his room and closed the door, he lay down next to Natasha and hugged her from behind, fitting his face to her neck. Steve kissed and sniffed Natasha's neck, which caused her to moan for being awake.

Steve: Nat, aren't you going to eat anything?

Steve whispered.

Natasha: No...

Steve: But...

Natasha: Sh... hush, Steve... hush.

Natasha turned her face towards Steve and he fit his lips to hers, giving a lot of pecks in her lips in a row. Natasha laid her head on the pillow again and put her arm resting on Steve's.

Natasha: Sleep, just sleep...

Steve cuddled up to Natasha's body and laid his head right next to hers, just to smell her up close. He stroked Natasha's belly while she went back to sleep.

Steve had few hours of nap because one hour later the twins woke up and he heard them but couldn't open his eyes. He ended up sleeping again, thinking of leaving them waiting just 5 minutes because it wouldn't make any harm, but he didn't notice it has passed way more than just 5 minutes.

Suddendly Steve opened his eyes and yawned, he was a bit confuse about the time, he was sure it only passed five minutes but he thought it was strange that Natasha was not beside him anymore. Steve got up and walked up fast to the twins' room, they weren't there and Steve was going down the stairs, but he heard the bathroom door in their bedroom open so he came back in the room again.

Steve: Natasha, the twins...

Steve was already worried. Natasha looked at him calmly and walked to the wardrobe, wrapped in the towel.

Natasha: They are already gone.

Steve: Gone? What do you mean gone??

Steve rubbed his eyes and yawned again, trying to wake up for real.

Steve: Where are they?

Natasha: Laura came here.

Steve: Laura?

Natasha: Yes, I asked her for a favor. I couldn't take the twins to the White House, they wouldn't be quiet.

Steve: But... I was sleeping and I heard them crying and I only went back to sleep for more five minutes...

Natasha: Five minutes? Steve, it's already 7 pm. I woke up when they cried and got them ready to go to Laura's house.

Steve: Did James and Sarah went there too?

Natasha: No. They go with us to dinner.

Natasha opened the towel and dropped it on the floor. Steve looked at Natasha's naked body and raised his eyebrows, he had some pervert thoughts while staring at Natasha's body from behind.

Steve finally entered the room and closed the door behind him, he walked towards Natasha, but before he could touch her hands, Natasha turned and pushed his chest back.

Natasha: Rogers!

Steve: How much time do we have, baby?

Natasha: None! I just wanted you to wake up.

Steve: Why do you do these things to me while being naked like this?

Natasha: Because it's fun!

Natasha smirked.

Natasha: Now go take a shower.

Steve: I will have to take three to calm down.

Natasha: Just don't be late, Rogers.

Steve looked at Natasha, then looked down at her breasts and again he looked into her eyes. Natasha noted that even though they have been sleeping together all this time, he is still a little embarrassed to look at her naked. He just isn't embarrassed when they're in action, other than that, he feels like he's disrespecting her. She thinks it's adorable.

Steve went to take the shower and Natasha got dressed. When Steve finished his shower, Natasha was already finishing her hair. Natasha spied Steve in the mirror and when he removed the towel, she hissed, which made Steve embarassed.

Natasha: Steve?

Steve: Huh?

Steve didn't look at Natasha because he was getting the clothes out of the closet to get dressed.

Natasha: Nothing. I'm going to check on the kids.

Natasha got up and when passing by Steve slapped him on the ass. Steve took a fright, then laughed and made negative with his head, while watching Natasha leave the room.

...

Natasha came down the stairs and knocked on James' door.

Natasha: Can I come in?

James: Yes!

Natasha came in and James was wearing a suit, his shoes were shining, but the shirt was out. Natasha smiled and approached him.

Natasha: Oh, look at you, James Rogers... so handsome and charming. Girls are going to be crazy when you grow up.

James: Stop, mom!

James was red.

Natasha: Come here, let me fix this shirt for you.

Natasha sat on the bed and James walked over to her. Natasha fitted James's shirt inside his pants. She fixed James's suit as well.

Natasha: Shall we comb our hair?

James: No.

Natasha: How not?

James: I don't like it.

Natasha: James, we are going to the White House, we are going to comb yes.

James: I don't want to get my hair licked.

Natasha: Who said it was going to get licked? We will only untangle this and leave your natural curls because they are very beautiful.

James took his brush from the dresser and was already running it through his hair.

Natasha: Don't you want Mommy to do it for you?

James: Mom, I'm big!

Natasha: I know that, but I want you to be my baby boy once more.

James sighed and went over to Natasha, she placed him between her legs and combed James' hair and then gave light squeezes to form James' curls. When finished, Natasha hugged him from behind and kissed his face.

Natasha: Ready to party!

Natasha released him and stood up, she went to Sarah's room and opened the door.

Natasha: Sarah?

Sarah: Oh, mommy!

Sarah looked desperate.

Natasha: What is it?

Sarah: I can't close it.

Natasha: You look beautiful in that dress, I can't believe you're ready. Even the little shoes you put on right.

Sarah: I'm not ready.

Natasha: Is this about the hair? I'll fix it for you.

Sarah: And my makeup.

Natasha: Makeup? Since when do you have makeup??

Sarah: I do, I want to look like you, will you help me?

Natasha: I will. But first let's fix this hair, okay?

Sarah nodded in agreement. Natasha closed her dress behind and Sarah sat on the dresser chair and Natasha brushed her hair, put on some hair clips, but left most of her hair down. Natasha put a pink lipstick and a little blush on Sarah's face.

Sarah: I want this black thing.

Natasha: What black thing?

Sarah: That you pass here in the eye.

Natasha: Eye pencil? No way!

Sarah: No, one with the brush.

Natasha: Mascara? You don't need that, you are so beautiful.

Sarah: But I want to go like you.

Natasha: But you are my daughter, you have all of me in you and we don't want the president to mistake you for me there, do we?

Sarah: Only if he's stupid.

Sarah laughed. Natasha smiled back.

Natasha: Well, let's go to the living room to wait for your father.

Sarah took Natasha's hand and went to the living room, jumping non stop because her doll-like shoes have a little heels that makes a noise on the floor when she walks.

When Steve came down, Sarah was still stamping her feet on the floor. Natasha looked at Steve on the stairs and whistled again. Steve was completely embarrassed.

Steve: Natasha, please... The children.

Natasha: But I'm just praising my fiance. After all, I don't know who will be sexiest at this dinner, you or Obama.

Steve: What?

Natasha: What what?

Steve: Do you think Obama is sexy?

Natasha: Yes... I think he's super attractive.

Steve frowned. Sarah stopped stamping and looked at Steve.

Sarah: You look beautiful, daddy.

Steve: You look beautiful too, princess.

Sarah smiled and stamped her feet again.

Steve: Shall we go? Where's James?

Natasha: James, we're going, come on!!!

James came running out of the room and was already partially messed up.

Steve: James, what happened to your outfit?

Natasha: Oh, it really doesn't matter now. There is no time, let's go.

Natasha opened the door and left holding Sarah by the hand. She came across a secret service car on the sidewalk. Steve and James arrived after them.

Steve: How nice of the president.

Natasha: Nice?? This is clearly a subpoena. There was no need to send a car to make sure we woulg go.

Steve: Better that we won't have to drive. Right?

Natasha: I don't know.

Natasha was suspicious since early about this dinner, she boarded the cara long with Steve and their kids they were taken to a helicopter, then to the White House.

...

Upon arriving inside the of the great White House, Steve and Natasha were greeted by the secretary of the White House, who scorted them to a waiting room.

Sarah: Can we eat now?

Natasha: You had a snack before leaving our home, Sarah.

Sarah: But we came to dinner, didn't we?

Natasha: Yes, but we have to wait, we just got here.

Steve: Daughter, be patient, will we eat soon, Okay?

It was not so soon. They waited for almost half of na hour, until the secretary appeared again.

- Mr. Rogers and Miss. Romanoff, sorry for taking so long. Please follow me.

Steve held out his hand to Sarah, who took his hand and tried to stomp on the floor, but because it was a carpet the shoe was not making noises. Natasha and James went after Steve and followed the secretary down a long and luxurious hall.

Upon arriving in the corridor, there was no carpet, Sarah heard the sound of the shoe and stamped her feet again, making a repetitive and somewhat irritating noise. The secretary looked discreetly at Sarah and hoped her parents would stop her, but Steve and Natasha are already so used to her doing this that they didn't even notice it could bother other people.

The secretary stopped in front of another room.

- Children can wait here.

Steve and Natasha frowned with the request.

Steve: Why??

- The president wants to see you both first.

Natasha and Steve looked at each other. Natasha took a deep breath, because she knew that dinner would not be like that for nothing, some request the President would make.

James noticed that the shoes slide on that polished floor as if they were skates and started to slide across the floor. The secretary looked at James and then at Sarah who kept stamping her feet, then he looked at Steve and Natasha who looked suspicious.

- Don't worry.

The secretary opened the door to the room.

- It will be brief.

Steve looked into the room, there was only had a bookcase, a large table and chairs.

Steve: James, come here.

James ran back and slid across the floor.

Steve: You and Sarah are going to stay here, I want you to behave.

James: Aren't we going to eat?

Steve: Yes, but we need to talk to the president first.

James: Why doesn't he come here?

Steve: Because he wants to talk about adult things.

James: But, dad...

Natasha: Hey, enough questions, do what your dad said.

James didn't question anymore, he entered the room and Steve led Sarah to the chair but she didn't want to let go of his hand.

A woman took paper and pencil from the bookshelf and placed it on the table in front of Sarah.

- Why don't you draw a picture for the president while you wait? Do you like to draw?

Sarah: I do.

- And you, little boy?

James: No! I am not little! I'm a big boy!

- Well, I'll find something for you to do.

Sarah let go of Steve's hand to draw, he took the opportunity to leave the room with Natasha and accompany the secretary.

After a few more minutes of walking down the corridors of the White House, the two finally reached the oval office.

The president was standing, looking out the window until he heard the door open. The president turned and smiled when he saw Steve and Natasha.

Obama: Thank you, Sylvia. That's all.

The secretary nodded and left. Steve walked over to Obama and shook his hand.

Steve: Mr. President.

Obama: Call me Obama, Captain. It is a pleasure to see you again.

Steve: Just call me Rogers, or Steve, please.

Obama released Steve's hand and held Natasha's hand, he kissed the back of Natasha's hand.

Obama: Your wife looks beautiful, Rogers. With all due respect.

Steve cleared his throat and couldn't even smile at the comment, he is still jealous of what Natasha said about him earlier.

Natasha: Thank you, Mr. President, but I am his fiancee.

Obama: Oh yes, I heard about the divorce, but I also knew about the upcoming marriage.

Natasha: Apparently everyone knows now.

Obama: You can't hide anything from the tabloids today.

Natasha: I bet you can still hide many things.

Obama was surprised by Natasha's statement, but decided not to comment.

Obama: Please, sit down.

Steve and Natasha sat on the couch and Obama walked over to the table and poured himself some whiskey and looked at Steve and Natasha, raising his eyebrows, asking if they would accept the drik.

Steve: I'm good, thanks.

Obama: The good soldier!

Natasha: I accept one.

Obama served whiskey for Natasha, took the two glasses and before sitting down, handed Natasha's glass, who took a sip and looked around the oval.

Obama: You look suspicious, Miss. Romanoff.

Natasha: Do I have reason to be?

Obama: Every time we see each other, you seem to know more than you should.

Steve: Maybe it's because you separated us from our children.

Obama: Oh, don't say it like that, please... I needed my shot of whiskey and it's not appropriate for the president to drink in front of the children, but don't worry, they are safe.

Natasha: I'm sure they are, you wouldn't be crazy to harm them.

Obama laughed and Steve looked at Natasha somewhat shocked by the way she spoke to the president.

Steve: Where's the first lady?

Natasha: What do you really want, anyway?

Natasha was straight to the point.

Obama: Always direct, Miss. Romanoff. I like that. I am like you, when they start to talk too much, I already feel that some lie is coming.

Steve changed his expression, he didn't expect Obama to really have anything to ask for, but apparently he does.

Obama: I know you are retired, at least Steve is... And are you still working, Romanoff?

Natasha: This is confidential.

Obama: Even for me?

Natasha: Yes. Even for you.

Natasha drinked more of her whiskey.

Obama: I thought you would say that.

Obama stood up, taking a sip of the whiskey.

Obama: Yes, I do have a request to do to our America's great hero.

Obama announced.

Obama: And I even hate to have to ask you that, Mr. Rogers. I know you are about to get married and I know about the twins who are still babies, but I need to ask you to join my team in another mission.

Natasha: No!

Natasha answered in Steve's place and he looked serious at her.

Steve: Natasha!

Natasha stared at Steve, frowning.

Natasha: You said you didn't want to do missions anymore.

Steve: But that depends...

Natasha: Depends on what??

Steve sighed and looked at Obama.

Steve: What is it about?

Obama: I can't share all the details at the moment, we are on a covert operation in a certain country, which I also can't reveal right now.

Natasha: Very convenient, isn't it?

Steve: It is difficult to decide whether to commit or not, if I don't know what this is about.

Natasha: He will compel you in some way.

Obama: I will not. I'm here making a request, because you are the most suitable person for this operation. You accept if you want, I give you my word.

Natasha: What is the risk level?

Obama: Risk 89.

Natasha: Shit!!

Steve: What does that mean?

Steve was confused.

Natasha: It means that it is a worldwide threat and not only to the United States, it also means the imminence of many civilian deaths.

Natasha explained and Steve was scared now that this involves deaths and the whole world. How can he deny to help in such thing?

Steve: When would that mission be?

Obama: Not today, Captain. We are in the stage of setting up strategies and deciding who will participate, you were the first name to be mentioned, as you would have more experience to conduct the operation.

Steve: Have you tried to talk to Tony Stark? Or Fury?

Natasha: Risk level 89, they are not operations for Avengers, they are silent and restricted operations, I have already performed some.

Natasha said showing no enthusiasm, she knows that this type of missions it's like suicide. She barely come out alive from the one she joined and she was not the leader, but the leader died at that mission, and all the others in missions like that too.

Obama: I just need you to tell me, Captain, that we can count on you when the time comes.

Steve looked at Natasha and he felt that she was uncertain about this operation. Natasha made negative with her head.

Natasha: Steve, you don't have to accept.

Natasha whispered at him and placed her hand on his.

Steve: You know I have to.

Natasha: No...

Natasha was still whispering, she was showing fear in her eyes and that's not something usual.

Natasha: You are retired, you can refuse!

Steve: If they need me, Natasha... how could I live and look at my children knowing that I did not help their world to survive?

Natasha looked lost, she wanted to find excuses for Steve not accepting the mission, something inside her warned that Steve should not go at all, but she knows that nothing she says will make him give up the idea, even more than Obama said that he would be essential in that mission.

Steve: Everything will be fine.

Steve looked at Obama.

Steve: Will I be able to get married before that?

Obama: I believe so.

Steve: You can count on me.

Somebody knocke on the door and everyone looked there.

The door opened and Obama smiled at the person who appeared there.

Obama: Michelle! Come and meet the Captain!

Natasha and Steve got up. Natasha held Steve's hand as if she had to keep him safe, despite the fact that she knew the threat would not be present here and now. Steve smiled and shook the first lady's hand, then receveid her kiss on his face.

Michelle: Very honored, Captain.

Steve: Steve, please. The Captain now is Barnes.

Obama: Oh yeah, really. But you will always be the first and best Captain America we've ever had.

Steve: Too soon to say that, Barnes will show his worth as a Captain too.

Michelle Obama: Steve is absolutely correct.

Obama: I want you to meet my daughters!

Obama gestured for his daughters to come in.

Obama's eldest daughter asked to take a selfie with Steve and he authorized it.

Michelle Obama: What about your children? Don't tell me you didn't bring them! I am crazy to know them.

Natasha: We brought, but not the twins, they are too little yet.

Michelle Obama: I understand perfectly!

Obama: Shall we all eat now?

Steve: Yes.

Obama: So come on! Let's go to the dining room.

Everyone left the room and in the hall, Obama started to talk again.

Obama: I told Michelle about your children. I talked with one of them on the phone once, a girl...

Natasha: That's Sarah.

Michelle Obama: Well then, let's get to know them!

Obama: They must be polite like their father.

Steve: They are, sir. They are waiting there.

Steve opened the room door, where he left the kinds and found Sarah taking a snot from her nose and James showing enormous boredom for waiting so long.

James: My God, at last! I'm hungry!

Sarah: Me too.

Natasha: Sarah!

Steve: Get that hand out of your nose, please.

Michelle smiled.

Michelle Obama: Children are like that. Leave them.

Sarah: Oh, is that the presidente??

Michelle Obama: Yes, it's him.

Sarah: I did this for him. Look!

Michelle looked at Sarah's drawing and smiled.

Michelle Obama: What a beautiful drawing! You are na artist!

Obama: Excuse me, she did it for me.

Obama took the drawing and smiled.

Obama: Thank you very much, I will keep it in my office and see it every day.

Sarah smiled.

Michelle Obama: Shall we eat then? They are hungry.

James: Yes, please!

Everyone went to the dining room and sat at the table. The entrance was served as soon as everyone was seated.

Obama: So, James... How old are you?

James: Six.

Obama: Six! So you already know how to read and write?

James nodded.

Obama: What is your favorite school subject?

James: Physical education.

Obama: Mine too, James.

James smiled.

Obama: What about you? Are you already going to school?

Obama asked to Sarah, she was eating the toast and nodded.

Obama: When I heard that you were Steve and Natasha's daughter, I already knew that you must be little cute, but now I see that I was wrong because you are beyond beautiful.

Sarah smiled.

Steve: How do you say, Sarah?

Sarah: Thank you, mr. President..

Sarah took another toast.

Sarah: When I saw you on TV, I thought you were beautiful too.

Obama: Really? Thank you, but what about now personally?

Sarah made a grimace.

Sarah: Kind of weird with really big ears.

Natasha choked and almost spit her drink. Steve looked at Sarah reproachfully. James started to laugh, as did Michelle and Obama's daughters.

Steve: Sarah, baby... How mean of you to say that. These things should not be said.

Obama: Oh, don't fight with her. Everything is fine. You mean I'm ugly, Sarah?

Sarah made negative with her head.

Sarah: No. Just weird.

Obama: Weird? I'm weird!

Obama laughed and made negative with his head.

Obama: You know what? I like you and I like you too.

Obama pointed to Sarah and James.

Obama: I love children because they are sincere. When I ask Michelle how I am, she tells me "You look great, honey". Then when I go out and as a kid how I am and they say "You look ugly" or "On TV, it's more beautiful"...

Everyone at the table laughed, including Natasha.

Obama: If my beloved wife had warned me that I look weird, I would manage it right there.

Sarah: But that's your face, you can't change it!

Natasha: Sarah!

Sarah looked at Natasha, not understanding why she looked a bit angry.

The luck is that Obama takes it all as a joke, and both he and Michelle know very well how to entertain guests, in a few minutes, Natasha had even forgotten about the conversation earlier.

Obama: More wine?

Natasha: Please.

Steve put his hand on Natasha's thigh under the table and looked at her.

Steve: Take it easy, it's your fifth glass, aside from whiskey.

Steve whispered at her, discretly.

Natasha: Relax, Rogers. You will only win if I get drunk.

Steve: What do you mean??

Natasha: I mean that...

Natasha turned to Steve a little, she put her hand on Steve's hand that was resting on her thigh and made his hand slide to the inside of her thigh under her dress, Steve immediately pulled his hand, hitting on the table, making noise and getting everyone's attention.

There wasn't a part of Steve that wasn't red now. Natasha recovered herself immediately and took a sip of the wine, pretending to be as surprised as everyone else at the table, by the beat of Steve's hand on the table.

Michelle Obama: Are you all right, Mr. Rogers?

Steve coughed forcefully.

Steve: Yes, ma'am. It was just... an involuntary movement, just that... sorry.

Obama's daughters talked to James and talked about the video games they have, they invited James to play.

James: Can I go, dad? Please, let me go!

Steve: James, I don't know...

Michelle Obama: They are getting along so well, you can allow it! Don't worry!

James waited for Steve's permission, then he looked at Natasha who nodded and he left the table with the girls.

Michelle looked at Sarah.

Michelle Obama: Won't you want to go?

Sarah: No... I don't like it, James doesn't let me play and when he does, he fights me.

Michelle Obama: Oh boys! They are very boring, aren't they? But I have something to show you and I know you'll like it.

Sarah: What is it???

Sarah was curious.

Michelle Obama: If your mother allows it, I'll take you to my daughters' doll room. It has a lot of dolls of all types and sizes.

Sarah's face lit up with the smile she gave, it would be impossible for Natasha to refuse anything to her now. Natasha nodded. Michelle got up and Sarah ran over to her, holding her hand and leaving the dining room with the first lady.

Obama: Michelle really loves children and she is in love with your kids.

Steve: They also are loving her.

Obama: Let's go back to the oval, I promise it is not to talk about work this time.

Steve and Natasha followed Obama to the oval hall again, Obama went over to a wall and opened a door that was very well disguised as a wall.

Obama: Only a few people have access to this room. Only the ones I can call friends.

There was nothing big in the room, it was small and narrow room, it had four armchairs and a minibar, with the most expensive and rare drinks in the world.

Obama: Too bad that Rogers doesn't drink.

Steve: I do drink, but I don't get drunk, my metabolism is very fast. And I am more a beer guy.

Obama: Well, so if we go for a toast, you wouldn't mind to take one.

Steve: No way.

Obama took a bottle of wine and poured three glasses, he handed one to Natasha, one to Steve and held the third.

Obama: To our children, who always live in a safe and healthy world.

Obama raised his glass, Natasha and Steve did the same, the three toasted and took a sip.

Obama's secretary appeared at the door and, although open, she knocked three times to announce his presence.

Obama looked at her and the blue folder in her hand.

Obama: One minute, please.

Obama left the room and closed the door to hear what the secretary had to say.

Steve sat in one of the armchairs, while Natasha took the bottle of wine and filled her glass completely.

Steve: Natasha...

Natasha: Hush... Rogers.

Natasha put the bottle back on the bar and took a few more sips. She walked over to stand behind Steve.

Natasha: Do you think the president and the first lady have had sex in the oval?

Steve: What?? Natasha!

Natasha: I think they have. If I were the first lady, I would fuck in every corner of this mansion.

Steve: Jesus... you're drinking too much.

Natasha: Did you never think about it?

Steve: About what??

Natasha leaned over and whispered in Steve's ear.

Natasha: You and me, here...

Steve felt a chill all over his body.

Steve: Natasha, don't do that.

Natasha: What am I doing, Rogers?

Natasha was still whispering close to Steve's ear, he bent his neck, but Natasha kissed just below Steve's ear, making him get up because of the shiver he felt.

Steve: Natasha!

The door was opened again and the President looked at them both.

Obama: I'm sorry, but an emergency has arisen.

Steve: Anything we can help with? Is the house at risk?

Obama: No, it is nothing about security, rest assured, these are political issues with other countries, but unfortunately, I will have to enter a meeting. I'm so sorry, but please stay and enjoy the space, you can drink whatever you want and if you need anything, there is a secretary in the corridor outside the oval room, they will provide whatever you need.

Steve: Don't worry, we understand perfectly.

Obama withdrew and closed the door after leaving the room.

Steve: What must have...

Steve lost his voice when he turned to look at Natasha and she was taking off her shoes.

Steve: Natasha?? Are you Okay?? Are you drunk?

Steve walked over to Natasha and put his hands on her waist.

Natasha: I'm not, but I want to be. But if you say you don't want me to drink more, I won't drink.

Steve: I don't want you to drink anymore.

Natasha: Well... I won't...

Natasha looked Steve in the eye, and he was still looking at her with scolding. Natasha leaned against the wall and Steve stood looking at her still disapproving.

Steve: Don't do that, Natasha.

Natasha: I am not doing anything.

Steve: You are

Natasha: No... What am I doing??

Steve: You're looking at me like that and...

Natasha: Looking how?

Steve: Natasha, stop! We can't, we're at the White House!

Natasha: Okay, so we won't do anything.

Steve was silent, just like Natasha, the two spent minutes looking at each other, and it was as if they were still communicating in some way. Natasha saw the battle in Steve's mind preventing him from taking any action and she will have no initiative if he doesn't want to.

Natasha was almost giving up and she even looked for shoes to put on again but felt her body being pressed against the wall by Steve's body.

Steve immediately pressed his lips to hers, Steve hugged Natasha's waist and lifted her off the floor, but left her body against the wall. Natasha accidentally dropped the glass of wine on the floor, so she could hug Steve's neck and kiss him in return.

**Obama's mission you know it will culminate at someone's death**