Hello! Just thought I'd post something a while I try and get the rest of The Kids Aren't Alright together (have a look if you haven't already ;) ) Hope y'all like this. Let me know what you think! The title is a song by Lucy Hale (PLL).

When it came to Steve Rogers, Natasha couldn't help but fall. For his charm, his smile, his bravery, even his aversion to bad language - all of him. Clint was the first to notice, of course which could only mean that the rest of them would catch on.

Tony and Bruce were bickering about something to do with Natalie Portman in the living room. 'She looks nothing like Jane! What are you talking about?!' Tony almost yelled.

'I'm telling you, she does! The hair, the eyes, everything!' Bruce tried to justify himself.

Clint was laughing from his perch on the kitchen counter while Natasha hadn't even looked up from her copy of The Idiot. Not until Steve walked in. She saw him stride straight to her through her peripheral vision and it took every ounce of self-control not to look up from her book.

'This seat taken?' He gave her his signature smile. Natasha was spread across the length of the couch so she tucked her feet under her legs to make room for the Captain.

'Come to watch today's trivial debate?' She asked.

'Well I was actually coming to ask you if you wanted to spar later?' Natasha took her time to answer, not looking up. Clint was now watching the soldier and spy intently.

'Sure, when?' Her heart beat elevated slightly.

'After lunch some time? It's my turn to cook today so...'

'How about five o'clock?'

'Sounds good. Well, better start on that lunch.' And with that he went to the kitchen, only a few feet away.

Clint took Steve's place on the couch. 'When where you gonna tell me?' He asked.

'Tell you what Clinton?'

'That you had a thing for Steve.'

'What are you talking about?'

'The fact that you've been on the same page since he got here. You're not a slow reader Nat...'

'I was having a conversation with him, I'm not going to read at the same time, that would be rude.' She countered.

'What are you doing? Don't play dumb, 'Tasha.'

'Clearly your eyesight's getting bad, birdbrain. I have no feelings towards Steve whatsoever - at least not like that.'

'What if I told you that he is very much into you?' '

That would not interest me in the slightest because it's not true.' But Natasha's eyes gave her away for a split second as she looked up at her best friend.

'Give it up, Nat,' Clint rolled his eyes, 'you've been through so much together, it could be good for you.'

'I set him up with Sharon for a reason.' 'He turned down the date with Sharon because of you, Nat. I'm not lying. Why are you looking for an excuse not to be with him?'

'You know why.'

'But this is Steve! You don't give him enough credit,' Natasha didn't answer, 'fine, you don't have to admit it to me but at least to yourself if not him.' And with that, Clint left the living room. Natasha sighed and turned towards the kitchen to see Steve worrying away at the team's lunch, a small smiled playing on her lips as she watched him work.