Natasha Romanoff had never believed in love. Steve Rogers had not grown up around love and in his innocent chivalrous mind, not on avenger knew if he believed in love or if he even knew what it was. Steve didn't exactly share his feelings. None of the avengers did.

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Natasha's feelings were not okay. Of this she knew. But then she saw Steve carry a baby who was family-less out of a building that had long since been evacuated and blown up. You can't blame her for swooning on the spot, can you? Oh my Jesus, that is to cut- No. NO NO NO. Bad thoughts. Of course, Steve wouldn't put the child down either because the fight was over and why not?

And, I know what you're thinking. No they didn't keep the baby, a father was found and he took the baby. Natasha couldn't cut the thought of that baby being her and Steve's out of her mind, even after her and Clint sparred.

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Steve knew that it was do or die time by the look on Nat's face. They weren't the best of friends like Tony and Bruce or Thor and pop-tarts, but he could read into her motions. Sitting in a cave, in God knows where with her shirtless and tied up and him naked with the exception of tiny ass shorts and being tied up as well, Steve realized how dire this was.

Their captor was glaring at them, expecting them to do something to get out. To do of so would be like giving up, wounding pride. Steve, shy, innocent and too terribly sweet Steve, well, he wasn't that innocent. No siree. The smirk on his face did not scare Natasha. (Right, like we believe that. She had never seen that look before.) However, it had her confused.

With one last look at their captor, Steve turned to Natasha.

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When Thor came in, screaming that whoever was responsible for the taking of his brother and sister was gonna pay, he didn't notice the look of absolute shock on the captor's face. Tony however noticed the bright red lipstick on Steve's mouth. "'Bout damn time, you too."

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No, there wasn't an immediate relationship. It was later, in a medical bed, that Natasha told Bruce to tell Steve to get his spangled ass front and center and that he had five minutes. Steve had rushed there, though he gone kind of slow because of the broken ankle. (He was pissed. Couldn't have been his tailbone? Or his skull?) The look of death Steve was getting from Nat didn't put him at ease.

"Why the fuck would you just start fucking kissing me?" She seethed.

"Because it was shock the idiot or give up. Thought you'd like the first better than the latter. Oh, and I'm not as innocent as you all think I am." He had been through a war, Natasha thought. The rest of the conversation was more calm on his side than hers.

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On game night, Tony dared Steve seduce any avenger in the room that wasn't Tasha. He hadn't thought that Steve would go through with it. Steve, smirking, went up to Tony, pushed him until he was laying on his back and put his hand on Tony's hip, fingers under the strap of Tony's boxers. Hovering close over Tony's face, Steve said something that was too quiet for anyone to hear.

"Oh Jesus, I might've just turned." Bruce smiled, Natasha smirked and Clint and Thor were laughing so hard they were crying. Steve got up and moved as far away from Tony as he could get.

"No thanks, Stark. I'm taken." Natasha and Steve then share a smile as Tony got up.


AN: Okay, so I know I'm supposed to be writing my other story but oh well. This is too terribly short, but it was supposed to be a drabble. God bless all.