Author's Note/Disclaimer: This is my first fanfiction EVER (I started writing a Naruto fic but it is still in the works) and it is based off of a dream I had while passed out after work this afternoon lol. I have absolutely NO idea why I dreamed this, none at all...well...okay...the only thing I can think is that I really wish I could be Natasha because she's one badass chick...aaaaand Steve is one fine man. I haven't read the comics, just watched the latest Marvel films (now I REALLY can't wait for Winter Soldier to come out, though I personally prefer Hawkeye and Black Widow together lol). All characters that inspired this dream belong to Marvel. Enjoy!

Flung against the hard-packed dirt, Natasha gasped as she felt the air rush out of her lungs. The sky was a nice over-cast grey sort of color, it was calming, in a way. I wonder if it will rain later today, she mused, closing her eyes. Off in the distance, she heard the rumbling laugh of the blond Asgardian in response to what was probably a snarky remark about her current state from the spider web flinging little punk who had tried to cop a feel not more than thirty minutes earlier during their training session. She rolled her eyes and slowly sat up, that Thor sure could pack a punch. A hearty cheer from said man greeted her ears from said man as she moved into an upright position. Yeah, yeah, she thought, waving him off dismissively. The only blond on her mind at the moment was inside the base, probably being briefed on tonight's upcoming mission.

Every morning he was always at the same table in the mess hall, drinking tea and reading the newspaper, every morning without fail. She walked past him, ignoring his gaze, if she looked she knew she would see in those blue eyes an expression that very much reminded her of a punished animal who didn't understand what they had done wrong and just wanted things to be okay again. She clenched her jaw and increased her stride, intent on guzzling some coffee and forgetting all about the man on the other side of the door. She reached up and opened one of the wooden cabinets and saw the white porcelain mugs. The same kind that was currently in the strong, warm hands of the person she was trying to keep off her mind. On an impulse, she dragged her hand through the cabinets and threw its contents onto the floor. If he heard, he didn't come to investigate. Quivering with restrained emotions, she found a broom and cleaned up the mess before filling a foam cup with the dark brew and exiting through the window.

She slowly pulled off one of her tight, black leather gloves and inspected the small, clean cut on her hand before standing up and dusting off her backside. That was the only downside to wearing black leather – it was difficult to keep clean.

"Ah yes! That's our warrior woman! Nothing ever keeps her down!" Thor grinned and slapped her vigorously on the back. She let a small laugh escape. It was hard to feel down when he was so enthusiastic. At that moment, a certain captain chose to walk out the door of the base that led to the training area, the one she was standing by. Subdued and uncomfortable met determined and concerned before she averted her gaze. Thor slapped her back one last time and strode off with Peter, going on about something that had happened during training.

As she fidgeted and studied a lone clump of grass intently, she felt a warm, strong arm wrap around her shoulders. "Why don't we talk anymore, huh? There's no reason for all…" he waved his free hand in the air, "…all this." She looked away from him before he continued, pulling out his phone, "Look I mean I talk to people like this even." She glanced at the text message stream of maybe about three messages between him and what sounded like a fan girl of his who worked on base. It was too much for her to handle and she started laughing. He joined her and tightened his grip on her shoulder, pulling her into his side. He always knew how to make her smile, he had a certain magic about him like that.

"Oh really now? Well I suppose if that is the problem I will send you a message right now," she said with a coy smile, pulling out her phone and opening a message to send to him. "No I didn't mean NOW…" he protested weakly, cheek pressed into the top of her head. She felt her breath catch and cleared her throat. She started to type while he read over her shoulder, Dear Captain, Hi. He laughed, shook his head and pulled her toward the building. He was so warm, she thought, she could feel his heart and his strong voice as it rumbled in his chest. His breath ghosted over her hair, and on impulse she leaned into him a little closer, enjoying the rough feeling of his shirt on her skin. Pulling out her phone again, she started a second message to him, I quite like it like this, she typed before deleting and typing a second message, I feel as if I could fall asleep right here. She closed her eyes and closed out of the message before sending, not noticing how the man next to her had read every word.

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She took another swig of champagne from her glass, and slipped through the well-dressed crowd. Their mission at the outdoor gala was complete and it was time to head back to the base. A young woman bumped into her, intentionally spilling her drink all over the open front of Natasha's black evening dress. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I really didn't notice you there," the offending creature oozed with a contemptuous smirk before continuing on her way. This bitch really didn't know who she was up against, Natasha thought, eyes narrowed. The girl's glass lay shattered on the ground before she could even blink. "Oh, oops," the redhead imitated, a mock expression of surprise plastered on her face, hand to mouth. Steve arrived just in time to see a staring contest between the two women. By the looks of it, Natasha had indulged in one too many drinks and was looking to cause trouble just as they were about to leave. He grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly away.

"What in the world are you doing?" He whispered harshly to her, hands gripping her shoulders, "We are done here, it's time to GO." She smiled saucily at him, not having paid any mind to him other than how nice his lips looked when they were moving and how she would very much like to feel that hard body pressed up against her own, and she always got what she wanted. She put her arms around his neck, and, catching him by surprise, pushed him up against one of the garden trees, aligning her body with his. "What were you saying, Captain?" she breathed into his ear, smiling as his breath hitched and his hands moved to her waist in a feeble attempt to push her away. She wasn't having any of that and slid against him, slowly. "Do you not like what I am doing here, Captain?" She looked up at him from under her lashes, loving how he had absolutely no idea how to react. "I-I…are…are you always this aggressive when you're drinking?" He stuttered, breathing increasing at a rapid pace. She smiled again and ran her hands over his chest, watching as he closed his eyes, "This doesn't have anything to do with the alcohol…" she moved her lips to his ear, "…nothing at all."

He opened his eyes slowly, groggily. Natasha was no longer in front of him and he was no longer standing against, but rather, sitting and propped up against the tree from earlier. He looked down and saw a little note and a napkin with a phone number scrawled on it in his lap. I won a little prize for you, bartender gave me this for laying out that girl. Apparently other people appreciate seeing me in action. Maybe you'd like a second chance later tonight, if of course that works for you…Captain. He shook his head, that girl was always full of surprises, he figured he was feeling the after effects of a sedative she had administered to him when he had tried to stop her from fighting that girl…just so she could finish what she started. She always got what she wanted. He smiled, closed his eyes, and leaned back against the trunk, What a crazy impulsive girl...MY crazy impulsive girl.