Disclaimer: Contains cursing (which is censored), Captain America and Black Widow romance, kissing.
Tony had dragged him and everybody else to a local nightclub and he was the person who did not want to be there. Steve ran his fingers through his blonde hair in annoyance, "Why does Stark have to drag me out here?" He wondered as he shifted uncomfortably in the barstool he was perched on. He looked around to find anyone he knew that he could speak to but found no one, much to his dismay. He now had only one thing on his mind: her. He scanned the crowd for her head of red hair that seemed to make her stand out from the rest. Having an attraction to one of the most dangerous assassins in the world, one who was in the Red Room programme before, made Steve feel like he was playing with fire. What was hereallygetting himself into?
Then finally, he saw her. It was only a brief moment when they locked eyes and then looked away. He looked again in the same direction, but she was gone. The short and sudden breaks from the music blasting in the background made his heart beat along with its tempo. Inside, he just felt numb. Without the warm flow of emotion to counter it, he felt senseless. Until, he saw her again, except she was walking towards him. She sat on the barstool next to his, "Steve, you know why Stark dragged all of us to this place, right?" He had no idea what to say.
"No I don't. Why?"
She turned to look at him, "You don't, huh? I thought Tony would tell you." She looked down at her feet, "You obviously aren't enjoying yourself." Steve answered with nothing. "It's not like I know why Tony dragged us here! Maybe he wants us to find out what it's like to have nightlife!" He deadpanned. She smiled at him, "Hey, Captain 1930's! I'll show you how to club!" He widened his eyes, "No! Please don't! Oh f #*! Please, no!" She laughed and tugged his jacket sleeve playfully,
"Aww…! Come on, Cap! Have some fun for once!"
"Fine, Nat! I'll give it a try! But if Stark ever drags us to a club again, don't do this to me!" He said, frowning at her. She responded by pulling him onto the crowded, dark dance floor. She showed off her best moves big time and Steve, was impressed. "Go on and step it up, Captain Rogers! Give it a shot! Just dance!" Steve just froze; he didn't know what to do. He just froze. Walking towards her, he slipped her hands around her waist. He had a weird feeling that she was going to slap him…
"What the f&* are you doing, Steve!?"
Then, he kissed her, he really did. He felt her put her arms on his shoulders. They stopped to breathe as they gazed at each other with smiles plastered on their faces. "Why did you do that, Steve?" She said, giving him a coy smile. He smiled back.
When they left the place later, everybody was discussing what they did that night. Natasha looked at Steve and smiled, "Never again will I do that!" She said. Steve laughed, "What! You mean the kiss?" "No!" She replied, "Never again will I go to a nightclub!" Steve leaned in and kissed her again, this time, in full view of everybody else. Clint's jaw fell and Tony yelled, "Ha! Barton you owe me 45 bucks! I told you he liked her!" The Captain and Natasha weren't listening. They drew back a little, still holding each other. Natasha gazed at Steve, "I can't believe we actually did this!" She murmured, "Everyone's staring at us!" Steve smiled, "Ignore them…" he said as he leaned in to kiss her again.