Hello everyone. I've been sitting on this one for a while and finally thought to put it up. I've used the premise of POTUS from other stories out there, but more so as inspiration for my own political scandal, I promise. Unfortunately I cannot remember those stories so I can't give them credit-sorry. Anyway please give this a chance. In the meantime I promise I am working on my other stories. Please R&R.

For reference these are the characters and their positions.

Steve-Pres

Natasha-sec of state

Tony-Sec of Energy

Thor-Steve's team—Nat's later

Clint-Chief of staff to Steve

Coulson-Head of security, runs Steve's team

Bruce-Doctor of Pres…

Wanda-Attorney Gen. (justice department)

Bucky-Vice Pres

Sam Wilson-Department of VA

Pietro- Security member—nat (dead)

Maria Hill-Sec of Treasury

Fury-Sec of Defense

Global economic collapse, ISIS ransacking the Middle East, and Iran in the middle of a military coup, just a normal day in the White House for Steven G. Rogers. Former Harvard Law graduate, Senator for New York, and Army colonel, Steve ran for President about two years ago. He inherited a slew of problems that he promised to take care of. At first it looked good, the economy was recovering and the world was at peace, he brought home all the military personal, until a snowball cascade of issue sprung up. His staff and cabinet were going overtime. Steve's Vice President James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes was currently traveling overseas to keep peace in Europe with the Greek debt crisis crushing the euro. James was his best friend growing up and army buddy until he was discharged after a serious injury. He went on to start working in politics to get better aid for veterans. That was how he met Sam Wilson, and by extension it was how Steve met Sam. Of Course Steve stayed in the military longer than Bucky. When Steve became President after seeing all of Sam's hard work, he helped to promote him to Secretary of Veteran Affairs. The Secretary of Defense was Steve's old commanding officer General Nick Fury. Fury was currently running through a series of new military tactics incase war broke out in the Middle East. The people wanted a war hero to end all the pain and suffering, and when his party seemed to be in disarray, he stepped up.

At the behest of his party members he brought on Anthony "Tony" Stark to be the Secretary of Energy, after seeing Stark's actions with his company and the arc reactor, he agreed. He allowed Maria Hill to continue as Secretary of Treasury, after reviewing her credentials and seeing how her policies were working with the FED to help the economy recover albeit slowly. The personal doctor to the president was Dr. Bruce Banner, whom he also inherited from the last president. He didn't question Dr. Banner for the most part because he was renowned for his abilities. He helped Steve once when he underwent a shooting attack a few months into his presidency. His long time friend of Harvard Law Natasha Romanova was appointed to Secretary of State. Of all of the appointments he made and agreed to, this was the one he was really proud of. Natasha had gone from Law School to the CIA, to the justice department, before Steve had appointed her.

Natasha had discovered a rather large coup in the works in Iran that the CIA had been behind without the president's knowledge or support. She brought it to Steve's attention and suggested that she go overseas to fix what little trust they had left with the Iranians. It was there where she delivered what little intel they had on the coup to the president and foreign minister. Once they acted on the intel, the coup broke out. They attacked where Natasha and the minister were staying the shots rang out and killed her then security leader Pietro. He had run full speed jumped on top of her to block the gunfire. He died protecting her. When she finally got back to the states, she threw herself into her work, and it worried Steve to no end. Truth be told he had feelings for her, feelings that have just grown since Harvard. In a single moment of passion they had given into their mutual desire their senior year of law school, after a rather grueling final exam day before graduation. But immediately following they had went their separate ways. He returned to the military and went on to the senate, and she went to the CIA. They hadn't lost contact, but it was more like passing catch ups.

God he was in love with her. Following Iran, when she touched down she seemed reserved even to Steve who was supposed to be her closest friend. They were all in the war room, the oval office, the situation room everyday all day working overtime to repair the deal with Iran and guarantee a nuclear free Iran.

All of the staff had left, except for Steve at Natasha at this point. They had been working for days and were on the phone with every national imaginable. And then nothing, it was done. They had a deal that all the parties agreed to. They stared at each other and then kissed. It was out of excitement, success and then there was nothing they had broken apart. Suddenly Steve felt like melting, like the room temperature went up 100 degrees.

"I…I'm sorry I didn't mean to, I shouldn't have been so inapro…" He leaned in and kissed her again.

"You're right I should have been the one to kiss you." Her eyes had become darker, matching his. He pulled her closer kissing her.

"Steve Stop."

"Why?" He had begun to kiss her neck, his breath hot on her neck.

"Because, bedroom." He pulled her to her feet and lead her down a series of back halls till his personal quarters came into view. They slammed into the door, and then finally they fell onto his bed, limbs a tangled mess.

"Oh Steve." Hearing his name on her mouth was like a drug, one that he was dying to hear, and one that he was hopelessly addicted to. They undressed each other slowly and he admired the beauty that was her skin, the beauty that hadn't seemed to change since law school.

"God Natasha you haven't changed since law school. You're so beautiful."

"Steve." She exhaled breathily. It was always so formal between the two, even when they were relatively alone. The tension between the two was palpable at times. That night had little sleep and left lots of unanswered questions.

When Natasha next came to she looked at the clock seeing it was 5:30 decided that it was best if she left now. The press core would show up soon and she needed to get her stuff and get to the state department by 7:30. When she attempted to get up Steve grabbed her and pulled her back to bed.

"Where are you going?"

"I think it's best if I leave before the press core gets here."

"Mmh, but once you leave we have to go back to just professionals, its over, so don't go just yet."

"And what do you suggest we do?"

"Shower?" They were standing under the spray kissing intensely.

"Steve what are we doing?" He stopped kissing her and her neck and rested his forehead on hers.

"I was hoping doing more than scratching a 14 year old itch."

"Definitely Steve." After a few more kisses they parted ways and she went into his closet and pulled on a white tee and button down as well as a pair of his boxers. She pulled on her coat and her suit pants.

"Have I ever told you how sexy I find you in my clothes?"

"No, not that I recall, maybe you should remind me." Steve pulled her and began to kiss her.

"Mmh, if I don't stop, I don't think you will be able to make it out of here on time."

"Definitely. Steve all of my stuff is still in the oval office."

"Lets go get it and then walk you out to your motorcade." They moved quickly before any staff found them. They gathered her books and heels from the night before. They rushed to her motorcade, and her detail, which asked no questions.

"Hey call me when you get home?"

"Yeah." It was almost awkward now, with so much tension. She went for a handshake and he went to kiss her cheek. The bumped into each other and things seemed to stand still. They looked at each other and then went their separate ways.

As the door to her car closed she had to wonder what had she gotten herself into. Sleeping with her long time friend and boss, the president of the US. This was going to be a spectacular mess that was for sure.

As Steve fell back into his bed, he was overwhelmed by her scent, which still lingered. He was in love with his friend and subordinate. He had slept with his friend and now they were in such an awkward position. It was entirely his fault because he couldn't keep it together, keep work and his love infatuations separate. Sleep evaded him for the next hour and a half. He finally got up at 7:30 and got dressed in his classic black suit, white shirt and blue/red stripped tie. He flashed to a moment of what he thought was supposed to be his life. Her as his wife, waking up next to her, zipping up her dress while she tied his tie. God this was going to ruin him, and he really needed her. He grabbed his breakfast on the go and walked into the situation room. Moments later Natasha and the rest of his staff walked in. The meetings immediately began.

"Well last night we wrapped up a loose agreement with the Iranians." Natasha had said.

"Yes, we finished it late last night."

"So what is left?" Wanda Maximoff, the Attorney General questioned.

"Really the formality. They are willing to meet in Geneva to have the formal talks."

"What's to stop them from changing the terms?" Maximoff posed. Steve looked at Natasha who nodded back.

"There is information that State and Defense has on them that can be used to strong arm them if necessary." Natasha said with a level of finality.

"Not that we would openly admit to how that information would be used, and not that we would use it." Steve attempted to clarify.

"Sir with all do respect I think we need to be ready to act on it at all times."

"No we will not, and that is the end of it." Steve reiterated.

"But Mr. President, I think that the Iranians need to know that we are not taking this deal lightly. I mean that we shouldn't strong arm them just yet but insinuate that we are ready to put everything on the line for this deal." Natasha tried to argue.

"Moving on to the next point on the agenda we have Russian War games going on near the artic sea." Fury announced.

"So what are we going to do about that?" Steve asked.

"Nothing really, just observing, waiting. If they try anything we have response forces in the region."

"Okay what's next on the agenda?"

"Update on the Greek Crisis from VP Barnes."

"Well the deal is still in the works. It appears that we are close but still some European countries are not interested in American help. So we are treading carefully."

"Great. All right everyone lets part for now. We'll keep everyone in the loop for updates." The team broke apart and Natasha lingered for a few minutes.

"Mr. President I think we need to have a conversation."

"Madam Secretary what can I do for you?" Steve nodded towards his quarters. They started walking and once they were in his rooms he pulled her close and started to kiss her neck.

"Oh Steve…NO, NO, NO. Stop." She pushed away, out of his grasp.

"What I thought, I just thought that…I mean isn't that why you…No?"

"No Steve, I came to ask you about the meeting."

"What happened?"

"You berated me in front of the whole staff. You undermined my plan."

"All I did was attempt to show that we are not the aggressor here."

"You gave me a directive and I just elaborated to your staff, my colleagues, exactly how I intend to carry through on that directive and you undermined that without real reason."

"No that's not at all what I was trying to do."

"Well that's exactly what you did. Just because we slept together doesn't mean that you can just berate me and pretend to have more of a say over my actions."

"Us sleeping together has nothing to do with that."

"Oh yeah really because that's not what its seems like."

"Last night was about my love for you. I'm in love you with Natasha Romanoff, and I want you to know that, I want everyone to know that, no matter what it costs me. I want to spend all of my time loving you, being with you."

"Steve?"

"Give me a chance to love you and show you what its like to be in a relationship with someone who is willing go to the ends of the earth for you." She leaned forward and ran a hand across his cheek. She wanted this more than anything. She was in love with him; she had been since law school. She kissed him lightly at first then it became hot and passionate.

"Yes. But…"

"No but's"

"No, no seriously Steve, I don't want to cost you everything you have worked so hard for. What if dating me a former Russian, current Secretary of State, means bad things for you? What if once this get's out the people won't want the Secretary of State and President together romantically?"

"I don't care what they want. I know what I WANT and that is all that really matters to me. I don't need to run again if you want to be in politics then I'll step down I work in private practice. I just want you by my side."

"That's very romantic but Steve come on, we both know you love this job more than anything."

"So what then? Date in secrete for five more years, wait out our time as our jobs dictate?"

"No, I'll step down for you. I'll go back to the justice department. Wanda was upset when I decided to leave, I'm sure that she'll welcome me back with open arms."

"Well not yet, I know how hard you worked on this deal, you deserve to be there for it. So just, just stay here until election year is over. If I'm reelected then we'll talk about it. If I'm not then we will see what happens. The important thing is that you know I'm in this for you because I love you and that' s all that I want at the end of the day, you and the chance to come home to you." He leaned down and kissed her.

"Spend the day with me here?"

"Yes Steve, always." With that one statement, they tumbled back into his bed a tangled limb mess. They stayed like for a while, slowly taking their time. His shirt was undone and her's was about halfway undone. Her skirt wrinkled and his pants unbuttoned. Her hair was open and splayed across the pillow and his was sticking up at odd ends from her hands running through it. Then came the heavy knock.

"Mr. President, Mr. President you are needed in the situation room immediately." Clinton Barton burst into his room. Steve quickly covered Natasha before rushing to meet Clint half way before he saw what was going on. He grabbed Clint by the arm and pulled him aside.

"What have I told you about barging into my room. You knock and wait for me to answer for five minutes then you barge into here."

"Sir please there is a situation with the Russian War Games."

"Steven we have to go." Natasha interrupted coming out of his room looking stunning and immaculate. Steve had to wonder how she managed that, given their last state of undress. Natasha made her way out grabbed her bag and headed off to the situation room. Clint looked at Steve and gave him that look.

"Not a word Clinton, its still new."

"All I'm saying is thank god it took you to long enough." Clint started laughing. "See you in five in the situation room Mr. President." That women was going to be the death of him.

In the situation room…

Natasha walked into the room ahead of Steve and Clint. She took her seat and Maria walked over to her.

"Natasha."

"Maria, how are you?"

"Good, but clearly not as good as you." Her eyes narrowed and Natasha followed her line of sight. She felt her neck, damn; Steve had given her a hickey. "And you missed a button." My god she was all over the place. How could she have let this happen? She really needed to have a conversation with Steve.

"Thank you."

"So who is he?" Just then Steve walked into the room and her eyes traveled over to him and raked over his image. He clearly had taken moment to clean up, a lot better than her self.

"No way Natasha."

"So what is the situation?" Steve asked silencing everyone. God Natasha couldn't get her mind off of how sexy he looked. Now that they were going to try things out she didn't have a mental barrier to stop her thoughts. God she wanted him.

To be continued.