Sometimes, the mere sight of this man was enough to make you weak in the knees.

Sometimes, him walking into a room was enough to make you have to look away and softly clear your throat so you wouldn’t let out an audible moan. Something Natalia and Wanda have teased you about countless times since the first time they’d seen it happen.

And sometimes, watching him spar, watching him workout… seeing him throw things… was enough to make you want him to throw you against a wall. No matter how disturbing that thought also seemed.

Was that a normal thought or want to have? You weren’t exactly sure.

You didn’t want him to violently throw you. More so… pin you against the wall. In him arms. Specifically the vibranium one.

You had to force yourself to look the other direction after he walked into the room, freshly showered and dressed after working out.

**If you don’t look, then you don’t have the dirty thoughts. Problem solved, duh,*’ You thought. But no, his presence alone was enough.

“You alright, babydoll? You seem a little out of it.”

He asked, walking closer and running his flesh hand through your hair.