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kathierif_ficTitle: Shower Scene!
by: kathierif_fic
Pairing: OTAvengers
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: not mine.
Summary: Natasha doesn't really care about regulations, not when she's so tired she can barely lift her arms to wash her hair.
A/Ns: for "wet messy dirty" on kink_bingo
The regulations at SHIELD bases were very strict and very clear. The locker rooms for their male and their female employees had to be separate, to ensure safety and the emotional well-being of everybody involved.
Natasha knew that.
It didn't stop her from slipping in with the rest of the Avengers when they came back from a mission and actually made it here, because she didn't think her emotional well-being suffered from seeing her teammates naked or letting them see her.
Plus, she was the only woman on a team of men, and there was nothing like leaning back into the hot spray of water and letting someone else wash her hair and her back when she was so sore and exhausted that lifting her arms was more of an effort than she was willing to make.
Or when they all stumbled into the room, covered in alien slime that had dried into an itchy mess on their skin and clothes. The slime was aggressive enough that it even made its way through the Iron Man suit, causing Tony to bitch and complain non-stop.
Natasha knew that it was uncomfortable, but Stark didn't do himself any favors with the whining. She could already see the tension knotting up Steve's shoulders and spine, and how it got worse with every scathing word tumbling out of Tony's mouth. She almost expected Steve to snap, but Steve simply took a deep breath, held it for a long moment, and said, his voice almost gentle, "Let's get you out of your clothes and cleaned up then, okay?"
Tony grunted, his hands already tugging at the hem of his shirt, but as usual, he hesitated just for a split second, scared to expose the arc reactor in his chest to their eyes, until Bruce made a soft sound at the back of his throat - soft sounds were all he was capable of after transforming into Hulk and back - and leaned against Tony's side, his hands fumbling with exhaustion as he helped Tony to take his shirt off.
Natasha sighed inaudibly and started to tug her own clothes off, tossing the stiff and dirty fabric into the pile with the rest of their clothes. Steve's uniform had a long rip across the chest and needed to get mended, the knees of Clint's pants were almost white from dust and dirt, and every single piece was covered in slime and sweat.
Quickly, their underwear joined the pile, Tony looking as if he wanted to comment about the fabric of Natasha's bra and Steve blushing a light shade of red when he caught sight of it.
Natasha didn't care. This was normal, comfortable and nothing to worry about.
She stepped under the showerhead and tipped her head back into the spray of warm water, letting it soak into her hair and just standing there for a long moment.
It had been a long day, a hard-fought battle and an extensive debriefing.
"Come," she heard Thor's voice, and when she opened her eyes, the God of thunder had his arms wrapped around Clint and was holding him close, his hair plastered to his skull and his lips curved into a small smile. Thor's arms hid Clint's face almost completely, but Natasha didn't need to see it.
She knew her partner, knew how the thought and what the stillness with which he held himself meant.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Bruce drag Tony under the water, a bottle already in his hand. The fragrance of Tony's expensive shampoo filled the air just seconds later, and Bruce started to wash Tony's hair.
Tony groaned loudly, causing Steve to blush again, but Tony didn't even notice. He was clinging to Bruce with all the strength left in him.
Natasha knew why. Bruce's hands were legendary, and having them on him and massaging his head was enough to make Tony's knees buckle.
The room was starting to fill up with steam as they quietly stood under the water and let it sluice off the slime while trying to work up the energy to properly wash.
The slime softened under the water and turned into a slick mess that still stubbornly clung to skin and hair.
"This is disgusting," Tony murmured. He was staring at his arms with a frown, poking at a chunk of goo.
"At least your hair is short," Bruce pointed out. "Imagine being in Natasha's shoes right now...or Thors."
He had a point, and Steve smiled and, without a single word, took the bottle of shampoo from Natasha and tilted her head back with a gentle touch.
"Yeah, that's not gonna work," Clint muttered. "Come on, big guy, down."
Thor gracefully sank to a knee, then both, allowing Clint to wash his hair for him. At the same time, he started to scrub Clint's legs free of the goo.
"It's a little bit like that one time, when Thor accidentally stepped on the lube," Tony mused. His hands were on Bruce's chest, soapy suds dripping down between them. "I wonder..."
"No," Steve said firmly. "You don't."
Tony's lips twitched as if he wanted to argue, and Natasha reached out herself, her hand settling on Steve's hip. His skin was slippery from the slime, and Natasha smirked as she added a layer of soap and slid her hands across his stomach.
She washed him carefully, making sure to catch every last bit of slime, and if she spent special attention to the spots where he was more sensitive, nobody could blame her. His skin was smooth under her palms and the washcloth, his muscles hard and well-defined, and his body reacted to her care exactly as she knew it would.
"I see how it is," Tony murmured, suddenly close. His hair was slicked back, small drops of water were clinging to his beard and his lashes, and he seemed to be free of the goo as far as Natasha could tell.
"There's something to be said for high-quality soap," Bruce commented. He'd moved over to Thor and was briskly scrubbing his back for him. "It is more effective than what the rest of us is using."
Tony smirked, but he didn't protest when Clint grabbed his bodywash and generously applied it to Thor's chest and abdomen.
"You want some help?" he asked Natasha, his eyes flickering over her body carefully. Natasha considered his offer for a moment, then she nodded, and he stepped behind her and began to scrub her back with enough pressure to peel off the slime without hurting her.
Not that she would be hurt by this, but it was still nice to know that he cared, or at least pretended to care.
She finished Steve's upper body and let him do his own legs and between them, knowing that he preferred it that way, but as soon as he straightened again, she reached out and wrapped her fingers loosely around his dick.
"No more slime," she told him with a grin, slowly stroking him from root to tip. She could feel Tony hook his chin over her shoulder to watch, could feel the strength of his body plastered against her back while his hands, slick with soap, ran over her body. It sent a thrill through her when he rubbed her nipples between work-calloused fingers and let his hands wander down her sides and between her thighs.
"Come on, Steve," Tony added. "We're all clean now. No more risks."
"Shower sex in itself is a risk," Bruce called out from where he was standing. "Causes a lot of accidents and injuries."
"Traitor," Tony muttered against Natasha's pulse and twitched his fingers against her, and she reacted by tightening her grip on Steve and picking up the pace.
Steve groaned, and Natasha pushed him gently against the wall. "We'll be careful," she promised him with a sweet smile.
He smiled back, the shy smile of that kind from Brooklyn Dr. Erskine had picked for his project, and Natasha rewarded him with a kiss.
She pressed back against Tony, feeling how hard he was from watching them, from touching Natasha and making her feel good, and Tony made a small sound she only caught because her ear was right there.
"If you're not too busy over there," she called out, "Tony could use some care, here." She bent down and took one of Steve's nipples between her teeth. She tasted skin and soap, and her tongue curled against the tight flesh in a teasing caress.
"Hey!" Tony complained when he was pulled back, away from Natasha, but then, Clint slid to his knees in front of him and took him in his mouth, and Thor pressed against his spine and reached down, his hands careful on Tony's balls and against the back of Clint's neck.
Water was still running over all of them, filling the room with heat and steam. Steve blinked water out of his eyes and reached for Bruce, pulling him close and angling him so he could kiss him without twisting his body away from Natasha's ministrations.
"Bruce? How do you feel?" Tony asked. His eyes were feverbright, his entire body flushed, but his touch still deft and skillful.
"I'm good for now," Bruce promised. "I'll let you know if it gets too much."
"Okay," Steve murmured and kissed him again.
Kissing was good. Kissing was something they all could agree on, even Bruce, who more often than not excused himself when things went further than that. But right now, with all of them wet and slick and pressed together, he couldn't pull away.
Thor ran his hand through Clint's hair, making it stick up wildly, before stepping up to Bruce and wrapping him into a hug. Steve quietly reached out to him, his hands sliding over wet skin and down, to copy the rhythm Natasha had set for him. Thor reached around Bruce, catching the smaller man between himself and Steve, and entwined his fingers with Natasha's.
Tony was the first to come, and Natasha quickly followed him, her entire body trembling and shivering as he coaxed her orgasm out of her with deft touches. Clint groaned as he stood, the pattern of the tiles imprinted in his skin from kneeling.
"Come here," Tony told him fondly and kissed him, their tongues wrapping together and Clint's hands clutching at Tony's waist as Tony closed his fingers around Clint's erection and started stroking him, his free hand rubbing against his ass.
Bruce groaned, a broken sound that echoed around the tiled room, and Tony instinctively looked up to make sure Bruce was okay and that there would be no surprise appearance from Hulk, but Bruce looked almost relaxed, caught between Thor and Steve. His dick was rubbing against Steve's hip, hard and desperate, and Thor still kept one arm wrapped around him, his broad hand resting on Bruce's chest and anchoring him.
Natasha pushed herself against Clint's side, caught his mouth in a deep kiss and scratched her nails across his chest, leaving angry red lines behind.
Clint did not complain. He was too busy with quietly shaking apart, his orgasm almost completely silent. When it was over, he stayed wrapped around Tony for a long moment before slowly disengaging himself, all their attentions pulled toward Thor, Steve and Bruce.
It was as if the audience was the thing that had been missing, as if their gaze was a physical sensation. Bruce came first, groaning and clenching his fists against Steve's shoulders, a tinge of green shadowing his body before he brought himself back under control.
Natasha and Tony reached out at the same time, pulling Bruce between them and keeping him grounded with their touch while Thor and Steve pulled closer, their mouths meeting in a deep kiss while their hands worked at a frantic pace to bring them both to completion.
For a long moment, the sound of panting and water on tile filled the room, then Tony chuckled.
"Good thing SHIELD hasn't run out of warm water yet," he said, steering Bruce back under the spray and cleaning him up gently.
"Yet," Bruce murmured against Tony's shoulder, trusting him to hold him up.
Natasha watched her teammates as they washed away the evidence of what had just happened, their touches on each other's bodies gentle and mindful of bruises and scrapes from the battle.
She wouldn't want to miss this for the world, she thought, and if it meant breaking the gender barrier between them, she was glad she'd done it.
by: kathierif_fic
Pairing: OTAvengers
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: not mine.
Summary: Natasha doesn't really care about regulations, not when she's so tired she can barely lift her arms to wash her hair.
A/Ns: for "wet messy dirty" on kink_bingo
The regulations at SHIELD bases were very strict and very clear. The locker rooms for their male and their female employees had to be separate, to ensure safety and the emotional well-being of everybody involved.
Natasha knew that.
It didn't stop her from slipping in with the rest of the Avengers when they came back from a mission and actually made it here, because she didn't think her emotional well-being suffered from seeing her teammates naked or letting them see her.
Plus, she was the only woman on a team of men, and there was nothing like leaning back into the hot spray of water and letting someone else wash her hair and her back when she was so sore and exhausted that lifting her arms was more of an effort than she was willing to make.
Or when they all stumbled into the room, covered in alien slime that had dried into an itchy mess on their skin and clothes. The slime was aggressive enough that it even made its way through the Iron Man suit, causing Tony to bitch and complain non-stop.
Natasha knew that it was uncomfortable, but Stark didn't do himself any favors with the whining. She could already see the tension knotting up Steve's shoulders and spine, and how it got worse with every scathing word tumbling out of Tony's mouth. She almost expected Steve to snap, but Steve simply took a deep breath, held it for a long moment, and said, his voice almost gentle, "Let's get you out of your clothes and cleaned up then, okay?"
Tony grunted, his hands already tugging at the hem of his shirt, but as usual, he hesitated just for a split second, scared to expose the arc reactor in his chest to their eyes, until Bruce made a soft sound at the back of his throat - soft sounds were all he was capable of after transforming into Hulk and back - and leaned against Tony's side, his hands fumbling with exhaustion as he helped Tony to take his shirt off.
Natasha sighed inaudibly and started to tug her own clothes off, tossing the stiff and dirty fabric into the pile with the rest of their clothes. Steve's uniform had a long rip across the chest and needed to get mended, the knees of Clint's pants were almost white from dust and dirt, and every single piece was covered in slime and sweat.
Quickly, their underwear joined the pile, Tony looking as if he wanted to comment about the fabric of Natasha's bra and Steve blushing a light shade of red when he caught sight of it.
Natasha didn't care. This was normal, comfortable and nothing to worry about.
She stepped under the showerhead and tipped her head back into the spray of warm water, letting it soak into her hair and just standing there for a long moment.
It had been a long day, a hard-fought battle and an extensive debriefing.
"Come," she heard Thor's voice, and when she opened her eyes, the God of thunder had his arms wrapped around Clint and was holding him close, his hair plastered to his skull and his lips curved into a small smile. Thor's arms hid Clint's face almost completely, but Natasha didn't need to see it.
She knew her partner, knew how the thought and what the stillness with which he held himself meant.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Bruce drag Tony under the water, a bottle already in his hand. The fragrance of Tony's expensive shampoo filled the air just seconds later, and Bruce started to wash Tony's hair.
Tony groaned loudly, causing Steve to blush again, but Tony didn't even notice. He was clinging to Bruce with all the strength left in him.
Natasha knew why. Bruce's hands were legendary, and having them on him and massaging his head was enough to make Tony's knees buckle.
The room was starting to fill up with steam as they quietly stood under the water and let it sluice off the slime while trying to work up the energy to properly wash.
The slime softened under the water and turned into a slick mess that still stubbornly clung to skin and hair.
"This is disgusting," Tony murmured. He was staring at his arms with a frown, poking at a chunk of goo.
"At least your hair is short," Bruce pointed out. "Imagine being in Natasha's shoes right now...or Thors."
He had a point, and Steve smiled and, without a single word, took the bottle of shampoo from Natasha and tilted her head back with a gentle touch.
"Yeah, that's not gonna work," Clint muttered. "Come on, big guy, down."
Thor gracefully sank to a knee, then both, allowing Clint to wash his hair for him. At the same time, he started to scrub Clint's legs free of the goo.
"It's a little bit like that one time, when Thor accidentally stepped on the lube," Tony mused. His hands were on Bruce's chest, soapy suds dripping down between them. "I wonder..."
"No," Steve said firmly. "You don't."
Tony's lips twitched as if he wanted to argue, and Natasha reached out herself, her hand settling on Steve's hip. His skin was slippery from the slime, and Natasha smirked as she added a layer of soap and slid her hands across his stomach.
She washed him carefully, making sure to catch every last bit of slime, and if she spent special attention to the spots where he was more sensitive, nobody could blame her. His skin was smooth under her palms and the washcloth, his muscles hard and well-defined, and his body reacted to her care exactly as she knew it would.
"I see how it is," Tony murmured, suddenly close. His hair was slicked back, small drops of water were clinging to his beard and his lashes, and he seemed to be free of the goo as far as Natasha could tell.
"There's something to be said for high-quality soap," Bruce commented. He'd moved over to Thor and was briskly scrubbing his back for him. "It is more effective than what the rest of us is using."
Tony smirked, but he didn't protest when Clint grabbed his bodywash and generously applied it to Thor's chest and abdomen.
"You want some help?" he asked Natasha, his eyes flickering over her body carefully. Natasha considered his offer for a moment, then she nodded, and he stepped behind her and began to scrub her back with enough pressure to peel off the slime without hurting her.
Not that she would be hurt by this, but it was still nice to know that he cared, or at least pretended to care.
She finished Steve's upper body and let him do his own legs and between them, knowing that he preferred it that way, but as soon as he straightened again, she reached out and wrapped her fingers loosely around his dick.
"No more slime," she told him with a grin, slowly stroking him from root to tip. She could feel Tony hook his chin over her shoulder to watch, could feel the strength of his body plastered against her back while his hands, slick with soap, ran over her body. It sent a thrill through her when he rubbed her nipples between work-calloused fingers and let his hands wander down her sides and between her thighs.
"Come on, Steve," Tony added. "We're all clean now. No more risks."
"Shower sex in itself is a risk," Bruce called out from where he was standing. "Causes a lot of accidents and injuries."
"Traitor," Tony muttered against Natasha's pulse and twitched his fingers against her, and she reacted by tightening her grip on Steve and picking up the pace.
Steve groaned, and Natasha pushed him gently against the wall. "We'll be careful," she promised him with a sweet smile.
He smiled back, the shy smile of that kind from Brooklyn Dr. Erskine had picked for his project, and Natasha rewarded him with a kiss.
She pressed back against Tony, feeling how hard he was from watching them, from touching Natasha and making her feel good, and Tony made a small sound she only caught because her ear was right there.
"If you're not too busy over there," she called out, "Tony could use some care, here." She bent down and took one of Steve's nipples between her teeth. She tasted skin and soap, and her tongue curled against the tight flesh in a teasing caress.
"Hey!" Tony complained when he was pulled back, away from Natasha, but then, Clint slid to his knees in front of him and took him in his mouth, and Thor pressed against his spine and reached down, his hands careful on Tony's balls and against the back of Clint's neck.
Water was still running over all of them, filling the room with heat and steam. Steve blinked water out of his eyes and reached for Bruce, pulling him close and angling him so he could kiss him without twisting his body away from Natasha's ministrations.
"Bruce? How do you feel?" Tony asked. His eyes were feverbright, his entire body flushed, but his touch still deft and skillful.
"I'm good for now," Bruce promised. "I'll let you know if it gets too much."
"Okay," Steve murmured and kissed him again.
Kissing was good. Kissing was something they all could agree on, even Bruce, who more often than not excused himself when things went further than that. But right now, with all of them wet and slick and pressed together, he couldn't pull away.
Thor ran his hand through Clint's hair, making it stick up wildly, before stepping up to Bruce and wrapping him into a hug. Steve quietly reached out to him, his hands sliding over wet skin and down, to copy the rhythm Natasha had set for him. Thor reached around Bruce, catching the smaller man between himself and Steve, and entwined his fingers with Natasha's.
Tony was the first to come, and Natasha quickly followed him, her entire body trembling and shivering as he coaxed her orgasm out of her with deft touches. Clint groaned as he stood, the pattern of the tiles imprinted in his skin from kneeling.
"Come here," Tony told him fondly and kissed him, their tongues wrapping together and Clint's hands clutching at Tony's waist as Tony closed his fingers around Clint's erection and started stroking him, his free hand rubbing against his ass.
Bruce groaned, a broken sound that echoed around the tiled room, and Tony instinctively looked up to make sure Bruce was okay and that there would be no surprise appearance from Hulk, but Bruce looked almost relaxed, caught between Thor and Steve. His dick was rubbing against Steve's hip, hard and desperate, and Thor still kept one arm wrapped around him, his broad hand resting on Bruce's chest and anchoring him.
Natasha pushed herself against Clint's side, caught his mouth in a deep kiss and scratched her nails across his chest, leaving angry red lines behind.
Clint did not complain. He was too busy with quietly shaking apart, his orgasm almost completely silent. When it was over, he stayed wrapped around Tony for a long moment before slowly disengaging himself, all their attentions pulled toward Thor, Steve and Bruce.
It was as if the audience was the thing that had been missing, as if their gaze was a physical sensation. Bruce came first, groaning and clenching his fists against Steve's shoulders, a tinge of green shadowing his body before he brought himself back under control.
Natasha and Tony reached out at the same time, pulling Bruce between them and keeping him grounded with their touch while Thor and Steve pulled closer, their mouths meeting in a deep kiss while their hands worked at a frantic pace to bring them both to completion.
For a long moment, the sound of panting and water on tile filled the room, then Tony chuckled.
"Good thing SHIELD hasn't run out of warm water yet," he said, steering Bruce back under the spray and cleaning him up gently.
"Yet," Bruce murmured against Tony's shoulder, trusting him to hold him up.
Natasha watched her teammates as they washed away the evidence of what had just happened, their touches on each other's bodies gentle and mindful of bruises and scrapes from the battle.
She wouldn't want to miss this for the world, she thought, and if it meant breaking the gender barrier between them, she was glad she'd done it.