It had become a ritual for them, every night, Steve and Natasha watched movies together. Natasha's favorite genres were Romance and Drama, while Steve enjoyed the science fiction and suspense one. Each night, they watched two movies, one chosen by her and one chosen by him. It was something normal that friends did, right? Natasha felt really comfortable around Steve, comfortable enough to wear only sweatpants and tank top while with him, comfortable enough to rest her head against his shoulder whenever she wanted, comfortable enough to drop her guard when she was near him. That was a privilege not even Clint had.

There was nothing binding them to each other or the movie night, whenever they had an appointment or something that impeded them from going it was completely fine, it had already happened a few times before, they could always find something else to do. Everything went okay until, one day, after she spent a week away on a mission, Steve said he would go out on a date, so he wouldn't be attending to the movie night.

"What?!" Natasha gasped when she looked at the message he had sent her. She sat on her bed and typed 'Ok, good luck with the girl (?)'. He was going on a date? But what about the movie night? What about her? Where had he met that chick anyway?

'Its a girl, Tasha, lol' those words were written on the screen of her smartphone. In a wave of rage, she threw her phone against the wall with all her strength smashing it. Then realization hit her like a brick. A few weeks ago she had made a profile for him on a dating website. Natasha stood, grabbed her laptop and dragged herself back to the bed, opened her laptop, hopefully, his profile would be easy to hack and, since he was completely ignorant when it came to technology, he would never find out about what she'd done.

She entered the website and, using some tricks on hacking the website, she logged on the adm. Account and began stalking Steve. Soon enough, she knew the woman's name, where she lived, how old she was and where they were going to meet that night.

Natasha decided upon going to the same place where they were going, trying to convince herself she was only doing that because she wanted to make sure that Gabrielle- that was the name of that wannabe french girl- was the right woman for Steve, but she knew that, deep down, her reasons for doing that had everything to do with something she had spent her entire life running from, her feelings. After she was done with stalking Steve and Gabrielle, she left her place to buy herself a new cellphone and see if she could cool her head down for a small while.

She shouldn't be feeling that way towards Steve.

"What do you want us to be?"

"What about friends?"

"What about friends?"- That single phrase echoed on her head and it hurt her just a like a dagger on her soul. It was just like someone she really liked (loved) – that person was Steve- was stabbing her.

~X~

It was almost time for Steve's date and she was nervous, she had made the decision of following him, so, if she wanted him to forget about that woman and be head over heels for her, she would have to be looking astonishing. Steve wasn't a man who was into very revealing clothes, so she would have to look pretty without showing too much skin. She knew just what to wear. Since they were going to a bar, she put on more casual clothes- dark wash jeans, high heel boots, a shirt that showed a bit more of her cleavage and a black leather jacket. It was simple but she was ready and she looked good.

Natasha didn't feel like driving, so she took a cab there. When she arrived, Steve and the raven haired girl were already seated and had already ordered some food. She took her place at a stool in front of the bar and ordered a dry martini. As she took small sips of her drink, she never took her eyes off Steve.

She wondered what Steve had seen in that girl, she was not beautiful, she didn't seem to have an amazing personality, she was so ordinary, so normal. Normal. The one thing Natasha wasn't. Men found her beautiful, interesting, everything. She was everything but normal and, maybe, that was what Steve was looking for in a woman. She felt the unfamiliar sensation of tears gathering in the corner of her eyes and ordered a shot of vodka. When she swallowed the drink, she sighed in satisfaction at the familiar burning sensation that made all the pain go away almost instantly. At least she had an excuse for the tears.

Slowly, she gave up on stalking Steve, he didn't want to see him kissing Gabrielle, she didn't want to see him take her home and she didn't want to see him going upstairs with her. It would hurt her too much, so she decided on locking herself in her room and allow her feelings to overflow.

~X~

Natasha spent two days locked in her room without answering any phone calls or texts people sent her. She knew Clint wouldn't bother her, he understood she needed space sometimes. In the end of the second day, when she checked her phone, there were 20 unread messages from Steve and about 10 missed calls from him too before he gave up on contacting her.

'Probably too busy with Gabrielle to worry about me.' She thought curling up on the bed even more.

Then she heard silent outside her apartment, the door being unlocked. It was Steve, he was the only one who had a spare key to her front door. Silent footsteps on the hallway and a soft knock on her room's door.

"Hey, Nat." Steve's voice sounded from outside her door. She was almost able to see him with his forehead pressed against the door, "Come out, please. Let's talk."

"Let's not talk about this, Steve. What have we to talk about, anyway? I bet Gabrielle is much more interesting than I am." Natasha bitterly replied.

"Gabrielle?" He muttered, "So this is all because of her?"

"Yes, dumbass, it's all because of her. Now, you better go or she'll be worried about you."

"Nat. Open this door." His voice was demanding.

"No."

"I won't ask again." He said.

"No." What could he even do? Kick the door down? Apparently yes, because that was what he did.

"I warned you." Steve said. Natasha was finally able to see him. In his hand, he had a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates and, in the other,he had a bag.

Natasha couldn't help but smile at the sight. She sat on the bed and motioned for him to seat by her side. He did as she asked.

"These are for you." He handed the the flowers and the chocolates making her smile even more. "And this," he opened the bag revealing a lot of movies, "Are the movies we're watching tonight."

He had only brought the best Drama and Romance movies. "Oh, and I ordered some pizza."

Natasha didn't say anything, she was too happy for that. "Steve... I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything." He took her face in his hands and kissed her lips softly making her smile. That night, they spent watching romance movies and eating pizza and Natasha swore she'd never felt happier in her life, that was, until the day he proposed to her.