This is the same story, one of the first ones I've written, I deleted the last two chapters. Sorry for making you open this again, I didn't know that the removal would put the story back at the top of my page. I'm so sorry! Just editing and cleaning up.

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Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff ate their lunch in silence as they sat side by side inside the common dining area of the Avengers Tower.

The scientist grabs the napkin on the table as soon as he finishes his meal, wiping his mouth gently before turning his head to the side, eyeing Natasha's plate which was still half full. He shifts his gaze to her face, only to see that she's already looking at him. His lips curve upward when their eyes meet and she endearingly stares back at him for a few more seconds before giving out a very flirty wink.

He chuckles at her teasing and encourages her to finish her meal without saying a word by giving her a knowing look prior to leaning his back to place an arm over her metal chair.

Loud and heavy footsteps from the other side of the room started to become more and more audible. Bruce sits up properly and curiously looks at the door, waiting for the person to come in. A tall, muscular man walks in and positioned himself in front of them, his facial expression is noticeably a tad more serious than usual. Steve Rogers greets him first with a quick nod then surprisingly glares at the woman eating beside him.

"I'm not doing this again Natasha," The captain spoke assertively, like he's giving out mission orders.

Confusion causes Bruce's eyebrows to crease, his eyes moves back and forth at them. He's wondering what she's done this time that made Captain America so upset.

Natasha didn't seem to be in any way affected by the other man's statement. She continues to eat her lunch peacefully, not taking a single peek at the intruder.

"I am not going to another blind date," The captain continues, letting Bruce know what he came in for. The conviction in the his teammate's voice tells him he's had enough of her set-ups. He understands where the leader is coming from, it was no secret that he had countless of unsuccessful, embarrassing and awkward meet ups already.

Steve is a very nice guy, tons of girls would want to date him as he's what they call the perfect man. Aside from his physical aspects, he has a lot of admirable qualities women find very much attractive. Unfortunately, Bruce said to himself, he's still not able to find the one or maybe he already did and there's a possibility that that someone might be from the past, someone he can no longer be with yet can't let go of.

"You're going to like this one," Natasha finally acknowledges his presence yet hardly lifting her head for any eye contact.

"You say that all the time. How do you even know these women? Just, just kindly tell her that her date politely declined," Steve then turns his back after he made his decision clear, leaving them alone once again.

Bruce's mouth was left half open at the confrontation. His mind was still processing what played out in front of him as well as thinking about talking her out of it. He remembers to close them after a while when he subconsciously adjusts his chair slowly to Natasha's direction. He sees her eating the rest of her food nonchalantly as if barging Steve never happened.

"He's not very nice," She feels his eyes on her and she turns to face him innocently.

"I think he just wants to take his time," He responds with a sigh. Now she's playing with me, he thinks.

"What time? He forgot he's already a hundred years old?" She replies with a smirk before chewing her food again.

"Why don't you just let him be? Why not let him figure it out by himself?" Bruce unintentionally says in a very serious manner.

"Are you reprimanding me, Dr. Banner?" She raises an eyebrow at his question, her arms cross instinctively. He tries to correct himself, he didn't mean to say it like that.

"I'm sorry if it sounds like I am but all I'm saying is that maybe he should do that on his own," He says in a much gentler tone, although already anticipating that she won't let it go that quickly. He tries to place a hand on her leg but she didn't allow him to do so, so instead he moves in closer to her space to encircle his arms around her.

"I know you are concerned about Steve," She tells him, nudging her body to his. "I do admit that I set him up for my own personal fun, but that was before. My thoughts about hooking him up has changed. I'm actually doing this for his own good now."

Bruce tilts his head to rest on her shoulder as he closes his eyes, taking in her words. He's thinking about it carefully and not really sure what to say back. He's trying his best to see it from her side, dwelling on the possibility that this might actually benefit Steve.

"Why don't you trust me on this?" She asks as her soft hands soothingly rubs his hairy arms. "I already interviewed three attractive women that might be good for him."

He's quiet again, her words on repeat in his head, she said interviewed?

She squeezes their hands together.

"Okay. Okay. So may I know who exactly are these women?" He inquisitively asks.

"It's a surprise," Natasha's lips curved up to a naughty smile. "Though there's a fourth one that might be the perfect match. It took me a while to find her."

Bruce sighs once again. He can't believe it but right now she has actually convinced his brain that this might really be a good idea.

"Well I guess you have to persuade Cap first," The words anxiously came out from his mouth as he lets go of his grip on her.

"Oh I'm not the one whose gonna talk to him," She says and this time her hands were the ones that snaked around him.

He closes his eyes again. 'Oh the things I do for her', Bruce thought out loud in his mind.

"You owe me," He sincerely utters and then he sees her face light up.

"Ofcourse I do," and Natasha leans in to kiss him earnestly on the lips.