AN: So apparently, this is no longer a one shot as my friend is begging for a HEA for Bruce and Natasha...lol!

So here's another chapter! Enjoy! Happy Reading!

BPOV

Two weeks after the events of 'Lust is a Beast'…

"Son of a bitch!" I hear Tony cursing as he struggles with the tower's security codes once more.

"Tony!" chastises the Captain before I hear the two of them bickering back and forth softly as I bite my bottom lip, struggling to hold in my laughter. This is just too good.

"What's so funny, doc?" Clint questions as he joins me in the kitchen, snagging an apple from the bowl on the counter. I shrug to him as we hear the lover's quarrel continue a bit more loudly than before from the next room. Clint raises a brow at me, pointing his thumb back towards the security room. "Do those two ever stop their squabbling?" he asks as I shrug, before joining Hawkeye in a bit of light snickering at our teammates' expense.

"Banner!" the iron crusader calls out irritably as Clint shoots me a smirk.

"Good luck, doc," he throws out as I make my way past him towards my obviously irritated coworker. I enter the tower's security room to see Steve pouting in the corner, glaring dagger's at the back of his lover's head as Tony continues his tinkering with Jarvis.

"What seems to be the problem?" I question smoothly as Stark glares up at me.

"You tell me," he challenges, sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest with a deep scowl.

"Well, I'm guessing you're having issues with Jarvis," I throw out with a shrug as the billionaire tycoon's scowl deepens.

"Funny thing about that," he says, sitting up and pressing the enter key of his keyboard. "Mind explaining this?" he questions as Black Sabbath's 'Iron Man' begins blaring throughout the tower's speakers for what must be the twentieth time this morning.

"Catchy song," I throw out with a shrug as Stark stands abruptly from his chair, standing before me and staring me down as Steve jumps to his feet, trying to pull his lover away from our little gunslinger moment.

"You did this," Tony challenges harshly as I shrug once more.

"Maybe I did," I retort coolly as Stark's jaw ticks in irritation.

"You will fix this right fucking now," he demands as Steve tugs harder against him, a concerned look etched upon his classically handsome face, but Tony doesn't budge as he continues to stare me down. I feel the big guy starting to stir then and know my eyes are flashing green before Iron Man finally takes a step back, clearing his throat a bit nervously. "Please," he adds softly as I shake off the start of my anger, giving him a small smile.

"Of course," I tell him, switching places with him as I drop into his desk chair. "I do have a small concession though," I inform him as I lean back, kicking my feet up on the desk and leaning back casually as Tony and Steve both look to me in surprise.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Tony groans, earning him a smack from the star spangled crusader.

"What are your terms, Dr. Banner?" Steve asks as his brow furrows in concern.

"The cameras in my room," I start as Steve looks to me in confusion and Tony visibly blanches. "Take them down. All of them," I demand as Captain America looks to his lover in shock.

"Tony, you didn't," he says as Stark lets out a loud sigh, shaking his head at us.

"It was a security measure, that's all," the iron crusader explains as I see Clint join us, leaning casually against the door jam with a mischievous smirk.

"Wait, you mean to tell me we've got Banner and Natasha porn lying around here somewhere?" he questions a bit too eagerly as I shoot him a hard glare. I'm in no mood to deal with his shit right about now.

"I mean it, Stark, get rid of every camera along with every bit of footage you have of Nat and I or your own personal radio station will be the least of your problems," I challenge. "And you," I grit out pointing at Clint. "Shut it." Clint's blue eyes sparkle in amusement as he shrugs, running an imaginary zipper over his smirking lips. I suppose that'll have to be good enough for now.

"But Banner, I'm doing this in the name of science," Tony argues as I glare at him, shaking my head.

"I don't give a shit," I retort harshly. "Get rid of it. Now." Tony sighs again dropping to a wheeled stool, scooting closer as he gives me a thoughtful look.

"Look, I know you're pissed. I get that," he says as I roll my eyes. No shit, Sherlock. "And you have to believe me when I tell you the cameras were only put in place for security measures, to be sure you could keep a handle on Big Green during intercourse, but Banner, what's on those tapes," he says, shaking his head.

"Let me interrupt you right there," I interject irritably. "Because what is on those tapes is private, Stark, as in not intended for peering eyes," I grit out, shooting another glare towards a snickering Clint. He's riding a fine line right about now.

"Dr. Banner's right, Tony," Steve interjects, looking to his partner with a small frown. "He and Natasha deserve their privacy just as much as the rest of us," he says as Stark nods to him before turning back to me once more.

"You're absolutely right, Banner, you are," Tony concedes as I nod firmly. Damn right I am. "And I'll take down all the cameras and hand over all the footage if you just promise to look at it," he requests as I roll my eyes at him.

"Trust me; I know what's on the tapes, Stark. I was there, remember?" I retort as he lets out another sigh.

"And you can trust me when I tell you there's more than first meets the eye, Banner," he says solemnly, gaining my attention and raising my curiosities. "Just watch them," he reiterates grimly with a cocked brow as I nod my agreement.

"Alright, I will," I concede softly as he nods firmly.

"And if you need any help, doc," Clint starts with a grin before I shoot him another glare, shutting him up. Not gonna happen.

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After checking and double checking my suite, feeling confident every camera has indeed been removed, I look down to the pile of DVDs Stark is insisting I watch. Obviously I know what's on them as I've lived it, but he seemed pretty insistent there's something important I have somehow missed. Just what can he be talking about?

He claims it's a matter of science, so I have to assume the two weeks of exciting and rather experimental sex Natasha and I have shared together in my room aren't what he's hinting at. I guess the only way to know for sure is to watch them. Ugh, I'm not so sure I want to watch myself having sex, Nat on the other hand, well, I could watch her do just about anything and become aroused, so maybe this won't be so bad after all.

I put in the first disc and a small smile comes to my face recalling that fateful day Stark and the others locked Nat and I in my room together. I suppose I should actually thank the team for stepping in and forcing the two of us to admit our feelings for one another as it was the start of a rather unlikely yet altogether remarkable relationship between the two of us. Granted, we're still very much in our honeymoon stage, but still.

Things start heating up a bit on the screen and I have to clear my throat, shifting a bit as my slacks are suddenly becoming uncomfortably tight. Damn, Nat is amazing and a total bombshell. Just what the hell is she doing with a guy like me anyways? I shake my head then, pushing away my rising lusts along with my incessant insecurities as I remember I'm supposed to be searching out something Stark deems important and apparently scientifically profound.

A small frown forms as I note nothing of scientific importance. There are just two people enjoying one another in a carnal sense, and I'm seeing nothing more profound than what one would expect from such an act. Strange. Did I miss something? Or do I have to get through more discs to discover what Tony was referring to? The suite door cracks open then and I panic, frantically hitting buttons on the remote as I try to pause the disc and somehow manage to increase the volume instead, filling the room with loud moaning and hard panting. Oh, fuck my life.

"Bruce?" Nat questions, her face scrunching in confusion as I continue to struggle with the damn remote, finally managing to pause the disc as I inwardly curse myself for my ever present awkwardness that seems to be especially bad around the gorgeous, red headed woman who holds my affections.

"Um, hi," I greet rather awkwardly as I feel my face flaming deep crimson. Natasha slowly enters the room, eyeing me curiously before looking up to the television screen.

"You are watching porn!" she accuses as a wide grin crosses her face before she covers her mouth, giggling with apparent delight as I flush harder still. Her laughter soon quiets before she leans up to press a soft kiss to my lips. "It's okay, Bruce, I'm not judging," she says with a shrug as her green eyes sparkle in amusement. "I'd just assumed with all the sex we've been having lately, you might be too tired for that."

"No, Nat, it's, well, it's not what you think," I stumble out as she shoots me a smirk as she shakes her head, causing her crimson curls to bounce merrily around her delicate face.

"I said I'm not judging, Bruce. You don't need to be embarrassed. It's actually kinda hot," she tells me then, leaning closer to run her hand over my chest as she looks up to me coyly through the dark lace of her thick lashes. "What are you watching anyways?" she questions before taking a closer look at the screen.

"Um, it's, well," I stumble out before her head whips around as she looks to me in shock.

"That's us!" she exclaims, pointing at the screen as her brows shoot to her hairline. "You've been videotaping us!?" she accuses as I hold up my hands, shaking my head vehemently.

"No, no! Nat, I swear! It was Stark!" I blurt out as her jaw drops in shock. Oh, shit.

"I'm gonna kill him," she grits out, spinning on her heel and storming back towards the door as her hand hovers dangerously close to her lethal pistol. I reach out, taking hold of her arm and her head whips around as she shoots me a glare. "Let go of my arm, Bruce," she grits out as I drop her arm, holding my hands up in show of surrender.

"I'm sorry," I apologize softly as she nods her acceptance. "But will you please just hear me out before you go on a killing spree?" I plead as her ruby lips form a slight grimace. She stands unmoving for a moment and my heart is racing as I anxiously await her decision.

"Fine," she finally concedes, moving her hand from her weaponry before walking towards me once more. "But if I don't like what you have to say, Stark dies," she gravely informs me as I nod my acceptance of this. The iron crusader knew what he was getting into the moment he decided to put those cameras in place.

"Deal," I tell her as her lips pull to a slight smirk.

"So tell me why Stark doesn't have a bullet in his skull right about now," she insists as I let out a small sigh, thinking over the best way to explain this.

"So, you remember, well, you recall the first time we, um, I mean the time the two of us," I start frustratingly inarticulately as Natasha smirks at me.

"The first time we fucked? Yes, I remember it quite fondly," she informs me with a warm smile that makes my heart flutter in my chest as a smile quirks at my own lips.

"Right," I concede. "Well, it wasn't long after that incident that I found a hidden camera in my suite," I inform her as her jaw ticks in irritation. "I had assumed it was from that day, but after I discovered more, well, I quickly deduced we were being constantly filmed," I explain.

"You're not helping Stark's case," Natasha informs me warningly as I let out a sigh, dropping down to the bed as I rub my face in frustration.

"I know, I know," I concede. "And trust me when I tell you I was furious when I found out," I assure her as she nods her understanding, dropping to the bed beside me. "I sabotaged Jarvis in retaliation," I inform her as she grins widely.

"Nice," she praises as I nod to her with a grin, recalling Tony's earlier frustration. That was pretty epic.

"I threatened much worse if he didn't remove the cameras and destroy the footage," I admit softly as a warm smile comes to her plush lips.

"Thank you, Bruce," she says softly, reaching out to squeeze my knee gently as I nod to her.

"Of course," I tell her with a small shrug, placing my hand over hers on my knee and running my thumb lightly over her porcelain skin.

"But the footage isn't destroyed," she muses, glancing over to the stack of discs atop my dresser with a cocked brow as I nod in confirmation.

"When I confronted Stark earlier, he informed me the cameras were a means of precaution, making sure I could sustain a well, a physical relationship with you safely," I explain as she pouts, tilting her head in confusion.

"Wasn't that the point of that first day? I mean, I thought that's why he locked the two of us in here together in the first place," she muses as I shrug.

"I guess he wasn't properly convinced," I reply, shaking my head with a small sigh. "But notwithstanding his motives, all the cameras are gone now and I have the only copies of the discs. Tony convinced me there is something important I need to see on them though," I explain as Natasha's brow furrows in confusion.

"Like what?" she asks as I shrug once more.

"I have absolutely no idea," I admit with a small sigh. "But he assures me it's of scientific importance."

"Alright," she says, scooting closer and wrapping her arm around my waist. "I say we figure out what all the fuss is about then," she says smoothly as I look down to her in shock.

"You mean you, well, I mean, we," I start, feeling my cheeks warm once more as she smirks up at me, shaking her auburn head at me.

"You know you're absolutely adorable when you do that," she informs me, leaning up to press a kiss to the tip of my nose, managing to bring another smile to my lips. "And yes, I want to watch our homemade sex tapes with you, Bruce," she informs me with a sultry smirk as my heart begins beating wildly in my chest. She's simply incredible.

"Oh, um, alright then," I concede as she rests her head upon my shoulder, snuggling closer against me still. I smile down to her before hitting the play button on the remote, resuming the disc. The volume is still blaring and the two of us chuckle together as I work to return it to a reasonable level once more, leaving us looking on together as images of us mid round-two play on the flat screen.

"We look pretty good," Natasha remarks, tilting her head at the screen with a small smirk. "I think I like the image of the two of us together," she adds as I grin down at her.

"I rather enjoy the idea of us together as a whole," I inform her earnestly as she grins up at me.

"You're entirely too sweet, you know that?" she asks, leaning up to press her soft lips to my own, kissing me tenderly. She pulls away, looking to the screen with a smirk before turning back to me and biting coyly at her bottom lip as her green orbs twinkle mischievously. "This really is kinda hot," she informs me before crawling atop me, straddling my thighs.

"Nat?" I question softly before she rocks her hips grinding herself against me, managing to bring a low groan from my throat. "We're supposed to be watching the footage," I remind her with a cocked brow as her grin widens.

"We can do both," she insists as I eagerly nod my agreement. Like I'd really turn down such an enticing offer, no fucking way. I could never get enough of my saucy little redhead.

My hands twine into her ruby locks then, cupping the nape of her neck in my grasp as I bring her closer, capturing her sweet lips with my own and relishing her taste as our tongues twine together. We're soon fighting each other for dominance as our kiss deepens, sending my rising lusts soaring for my naughty redhead. Nat's hips rock against me more fervently then, leaving me groaning into her mouth before she pulls away with a smirk.

"Someone's awful happy to see me," she teases, glancing down to my rather obvious arousal with a raised brow.

"Always," I retort, wrapping my arms firmly around her before standing from the bed, eliciting a small squeak of surprise from my lover before she grins up to me, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist.

"You've got me, now whatever will you do with me?" she purrs. A wide grin crosses my face as I back her against the wall, making her brows rise in surprise as I press myself against her, letting her feel just how much she's affecting me.

"Anything and everything," I answer simply before crashing my mouth to hers. As always, our kiss is heated and deeply passionate as we let out lips and tongues speak the extent of our affections, coiling our tongues together and nipping lightly at swollen lips until we're both left gasping for breath.

I lower myself to my knees then, gripping my lover's supple thighs firmly whilst settling them upon my shoulders. Nat looks down to me with a knowing grin as her emerald orbs darkening in desire. I grin back up to her, running my hands over her silken thighs teasingly. Thank God she's wearing a skirt today, as this makes my plan of attack so much simpler.

I bunch the light material of her skirt around her waist and a small forms as my intended view is obstructed by black lace. Well, this is a simple enough fix. I take firm hold of the material, ripping it way with zeal, tossing the offending material over my shoulder carelessly as Nat snicker's lightly at my enthusiasm. I grin up at her as her slender fingers twine through my hair, urging me forward. I need no encouragement though; as there's literally no place else I'd rather be than at the apex those incredible thighs of hers.

I place my hands under either silken thigh of my lover, opening my female's upper legs wider before me as I take in the most glorious sight these eyes have ever seen. A low sigh escapes me as I gaze upon the glistening sex of my lover and as the intoxicating scent of her sweet arousal surrounds me, I'm lost for her, longing for nothing more than to bring her boundless bouts of pleasure.

My mouth lowers, feeling her radiating heat warming my lips before I indulge in the first, sweet taste of her essence, running my tongue through those pink, glistening lips as a low purr of satisfaction escapes me. Perfect. Simply intoxicating.

"Mmm, Nat, you're incredible," I groan out huskily before encircling the heat of her sex with my mouth and eliciting sweet moans from my lover with a series of languorous licks and teasing sucks to her supple heat. Nat's fingers tug at my hair encouraging my attentions whilst bringing a satisfied smile to my lips.

I proceed to slip a finger into her scorching heat have to groan at the feel of her taut channel clenching around my digit snuggly before I begin slowly pumping inside her. I continue my ministrations with my mouth whilst sheathing a second finger inside, working to stretch the slick, silken walls to prepare her for her for more as Nat's pleasured cries sound through the room.

"God, more, please," she cries out pleadingly. I smile against her sex before ramping up my attentions, pumping her harder with my digits and making her spine bow from the wall with ecstasy as her delighted cries sound out louder still around us, echoing throughout the suite.

"Shit!" she cries out, throwing her head back as she hits her climax, making her walls clench tightly around my fingers. I release my digits from her before proceeding to eagerly lap up every succulent drop of her essence, leaving me purring contentedly against her sex.

Natasha tries to wiggle free with breathless giggles of delight as I continue my zealous lapping and I grip her thighs more tightly, holding her firmly in place. I have to grin widely against her dripping sex as she begins tugging at my hair and futilely attempting to end my teasing actions. I think not.

"God, stop! Banner, I can't take any more," she cries between fits of giggles as I finally concede, pulling my face away to shoot her a satisfied grin. She smirks down to me as I lift my fingers to my mouth, proceeding to lick them clean of her heady nectar. She watches me hungrily as her brilliant, green eyes shine in desire.

"Ready for more?" I ask her huskily, eliciting an eager nod, as those fiery red curls bounce gaily around her delicate face. I rise then, clutching Natasha firmly against my chest with one arm as I eagerly work to unfasten my pants one handed. "Fuck," I curse softly, struggling with the material as Nat snickers softly.

"Here, let me help," she purrs against my ear as she reaches down to free my hardened length from it's cloth prison. A small sigh of relief escapes me just before she grips onto me tightly, catching my breath in my throat as I feel her aligning my crown with her scorching sex.

"Nat, fuck," I whisper as she works to lower herself over me, encircling me with her heated, silken walls and bringing a pleasured groan from me as she lowers slowly, inch by delicious inch before sheathing me fully inside. She looks up to me, biting that plump bottom lip of hers demurely as all rational thought leaves me. Dear God, I think I may very well love this remarkable woman.

"Shit," she whispers after my first, deep thrust. Her slender legs wrap around my waist tightly then as I work to find a steady rhythm within her, driving us both ever closer to the razor's edge. As always happens in this heightened state of my euphoria, I feel the big guy rising higher within me and know my eyes are shining bright green as I continue our erotic dance whilst silently pleading with my alter ego to not ruin this for us.

"Bruce?" she whispers softly, the beginnings of fear flashing behind her jade eyes. Shit. I don't want her to fear me, but can totally understand her unease as she knows exactly what the other guy is capable of.

"Shh, you're okay, trust me," I whisper back, earning a nod as the fear dissipates from her eyes, being once more taken over by glimmering lust. Good, now just to take over the majority of control once more in my never ending battle for dominance within my own skin.

I know I'll need to bend to the other guys whims lest I lose all form of self-control and my alter ego is all about dominance, needing to claim our female as our own. I find myself lifting Nat away from the wall and before I realize what I'm doing, I've managed to lower her face down unto the bed, leaving her prone below us with her gloriously pert ass raised up in sweet offering.

"Hmm, kinky," Nat quips over her shoulder, shooting me a sultry wink. This seems to please the big guy immensely as I find myself gaining a bit more control and a small smirk pulls at my lips as I take firm hold upon Natasha's gracious hips, pulling her closer as I press my chest firmly against her heated back.

"Hang on tight," I warn, knowing the big guy isn't going to settle until he sees this claiming session wholly completed. Nat smirks back at me, taking a firm grip unto the sheets as I align myself with her dripping sex once more. I thrust forward, bringing a pleasured cry from my lover before finding an intense, unrelenting rhythm within her, pumping in and out with abandon whilst working us both ever closer to our sweet release.

The bed posts are crashing loudly against the wall, joined by our mix of throaty moans and pleasured cries and I have a moment of thinking we may very well do some serious damage to the wall of my suite just before Nat screams out with her release. Her walls clench around me tightly, milking at my hardened arousal before I'm soon joining her, shuddering against her back as I release my seed deep within her. I'm left breathing harshly against the crook of her neck, slowly floating down from the soaring heights of bliss as I feel the big guy finally settle, evidently pleased with the outcome of our claiming session.

"Goddamn Bruce, you're an animal in the sack, you know that?" Natasha questions teasingly, bringing a low chuckle from me. I don't think she even realizes just how true that statement really is.

"What can I say? You bring out the beast in me," I joke back, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her throat as she hums in appreciation. The sound of pleasured cries sound out around us then and I turn back to the flat screen, remembering what brought on this heated tryst with a grin.

I rise from Natasha, helping her sit upright once more before heading to the bath intent on cleaning up our mess. I wash myself up, before pulling up my pants that are still pooled around my ankles before grabbing a hand towel. I proceed to run it under warm water for my lover before entering the bedroom once more, handing the towel to Natasha as I noticing her look of puzzlement as she gazes up at the screen.

"What is it?" I question curiously, looking to the screen myself as my brow furrows in confusion. What the fuck? I grab the remote, pausing the disc as I stare disbelieving at the screen. Natasha joins me, wrapping her arm around me before looking up to me with anxiety flashing behind her jade eyes.

"What does it mean?" she whispers as I lean closer, hoping my eyes are just playing a trick on me. Fuck. No such luck. I let out a sigh, seeing the unmistakable image of Natasha's beautiful body glowing subtly green on the television screen as she holds me closely in bed after our lovemaking session.

"I'm not sure," I answer honestly, looking down to her with a small frown. "But I'll work to have our answers just as soon as possible," I assure her. "I'll figure this out Nat, I swear," I promise her as my gut wrenches within me. Dear God, what have I done?