*dodges the rocks being pelted*

Hey guys! :D I know I seem to be jumping from project to project without finishing the one before it, but don't worry! I have a perfectly good reason for me starting something new.

First-I just saw the trailer for Cap 2.

AND LET ME TELL YOU RIGHT NOW THAT I AM FLIPPING THE FUDGE OUT. MY STEVETASHA FEELS, MY BBYS.

Second-I plan to see Thor 2 this weekend if I can with one of my best friends.

AND I'VE ALREADY SEEN THE SPOILERS ALL OVER TUMBLR.

WORST OF ALL-NO TASERTRICKS. REALLY, MARVEL. NOT EVEN HAVING THEM BE NEAR ENOUGH FOR THEM TO BE BREATHING THE SAME AIR?

...I'm okay. M'kay.

Tony Stark was no fool.

...Well.

Okay, so he wasn't stupid.

...Well.

Point is!-he knew that Natasha Romanoff rarely smiled, and when she did it was just a gentle tug of her lips.

But when Steve came around, why was she smiling so hard that she was gonna hurt herself? If anything, the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist was very observant, and he liked to use what he knew to his advantage. Rogers wasn't even that funny. He was funny!

Maybe he was sugarcoating things. Truthfully, Little Red appeared to be in a better mood when Capsicle was around. And when she smiled, her mouth pulled up on both sides. Tony didn't even know that could be possible. But it was.

Maybe she...

Nah.

Pssh.

Whatever.

Steve was always up early; maybe it was an instinctual thing, with his schedule in the early Cap days and all that. But either way, he was the earliest bird of his team. Making himself some coffee, he got out two mugs and waited, reading the newspaper. When the coffee was ready, he poured the steaming beverage in each mug. Then he prepared each differently; his sweeter, a pleasant shade of coffee brown, the other more bland, a darker shade of brown.

He knew what Natasha liked.

The thought of her brought a smile to his face, and as if by magic, she walked in the room, carrying her heels in one hand and walking with a slight limp. Her black dress looked fine, but her tights were ripped in places. He tried not to look too concerned, because he knew she could handle her missions, and decided that he should attempt to help distract her from the situation at hand. She had been gone for about a week, and even though every Avenger was used to a teammate gone for a certain amount of time, he had missed her terribly.

As if this was an everyday thing between them, he set a mug down in front of her as she sat down. "Morning."

She nodded back at him, picking her mug and taking a thankful sip. "Good morning."

Her hair was growing out again, he noticed, now at medium length. Picking up his own mug, he took a swig and picked up today's newspaper off the counter. "Wanna talk about it?"

She shook her head, hiding a smile now. "No." But she did think it was rather sweet of him to care so much when he shouldn't. Even Clint asked her, almost as much as Steve does, but there was a certain feeling she got from Steve only, and she wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing. Probably both. It was always both in her case, though it was always more of the latter than the former.

Their eyes met over mug rims and newspaper edges; something in her began to crack, and Steve put the newspaper down as her vulnerability began to show. Natasha was one of the strongest women he knew. Why would she show weakness? He'd only see her like that in the rarest of times.

Natasha's eyes never left his, her green eyes searching his blue ones, and he doing the same, the duo trying to figure out what the other wanted. Truly.

Something in her, the characteristics of the assassin that made her truly a woman, made her stand. And, taking off in a brisk run without putting a lot of weight on her ankle, she headed straight for Steve. Steve was surprised at her sudden movement, wondering what her motive was, and he briefly started to panic, hands bracing himself in front of him. But instead of attacking him, she flung her arms around him for an embrace instead; and as soon as she was against him, Steve's entire guard was down and he was holding her and he was scooping her off the ground, his nose buried in her sweet, sweet hair. His eyes closed, and so did hers.

Natasha didn't care that she looked weak, letting this man hold her. One of her hands cupped the back of his head, nose pressed up against his shoulder; he smelled so good. Freshly showered. Everything about him at this moment and at any other made her feel so much safer, even when they both knew that she didn't need to be protected. She wasn't some Mary Sue. But she knew he'd protect her anyway. And she'd be mad at him for it, but accepted it anyway with gratitude.

Because they were both just that stubborn.

She raised her head so her lips could reach his ear for a shaky, "I missed you so much." Her feet touched the ground, gently still, and she balanced herself by holding onto his biceps.

This brought Steve's head up some, a smile gracing his features and eyes opening. Rubbing her back and nodding against the side of her face, he replied back just as lowly, "I missed you too, Natasha."

Nodding her own head, she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

Reluctantly, he pulled back, but she withdraw at the same time and their arms were still around each other, she looking up at him and he down at her. Their faces were slightly closer than friendly proximities, but neither cared. And at that moment, she wanted him to lean in and-

"Uhhh, am I interrupting something?"

The soldier and the spy whipped their heads around, their actions causing one of Steve's hands to slip lower-which didn't exactly help, because Tony was standing there, watching them, and his eyes went from the small space between them to their hand placements-especially Steve's. This brought his signature Stark smirk. "Nice to see ya, Red."

Looking back at each other, Natasha was about to leave Steve's arms when he beat her to the punch and suggested, "Why don't we go see if Bruce is up? He can check out that ankle."

Natasha nodded, and she was in his arms again bridal style, so quickly that even she questioned his movements. But with one arm slung around his shoulders and neck, and her free hand absentmindedly resting on his chest, she let him carry her out of the penthouse, not bothering to see how wide Stark's grin had stretched at the open display of affection. She payed it no mind.

As soon as the elevator closed, Tony uttered two words.

"Knew it."

I WILL continue this. I have a good feeling about it! I'm so glad I saw that trailer...I just, unnfff. Regardless, we see more of the characters as we go, and as the pairings get revealed, I might switch the POVs up a little to shake things up!

Besides, who else thinks Natasha could use a little girl time? c;

Reviews are welcome!