The night had gotten wildly out of hand. After getting absolutely shitfaced at the bar, you and Nat and finally gone back to the tower for a night of fun. And oh god, was she good at fun.

You were also particularly skilled.

Popping off your press on nails just to get her heart fluttering. It was working.

She groaned into your mouth as you made out. You began humming a tune whilst removing her shirt.

“Cuz we’re, knee deep in the passenger seat-“ you hummed.

She giggled. Like, actually fucking giggled.

Natasha Romanoff.

God, what were you doing to her?

Pressing her body against the door, you began kissing her more aggressively-

Knock, knock, knock.

“hey! it’s Tony. Morgan wanted-“

Shitshitshitshit panicpanicpnaicpanic-

“Uh, give it a sec!” Natasha yelled as she pulled her shirt back over her head.

Godfuckingdamnit.

“Wait, why are you both in there? I’m confused!” Tony shouts.

“Uh- drugs!” You shout back.

“What?” Tony yells, extremely confused.

“What’s a drug, daddy?” You hear Morgan’s tiny, curious, yet mischievous voice ask Tony.