"I'm so stuffed," Natasha groaned, pushing the rest of her Pad Thai away from her. Steve looked at her amused, "the rest is all yours, Rogers." Steve chuckled. She always did this. Every time that they went somewhere, she would eat what she could a give the rest to Steve. She always knew that he would take it and what could he say, he had a fast metabolism, he was always hungry. Steve gratefully pulled the plate closer to him. "So, what's the plan now?" Natasha asked.

"Hmm?" Steve mumbled as he shoveled the Pad Thai into his mouth.

"Well," Natasha started, "are we going to go finish unpacking my room or are we going to find something actually fun to do?"

Steve laughed, "well, it's up to you. I can at least rest easy knowing that you won't be sleeping on top of your things if we weren't to finish unpacking today." She stuck her tongue out him. "All that's left are the things that are in boxes. We could try out that little coffee place on campus?" He suggested.

"Oooo, yes! I could totally go for a cappuccino," Natasha replied, licking her lips.

"I thought you were so full you were going to burst?" Steve teased.

"It's just coffee, Rogers, not a four-course meal," She rolled her eyes at him. "Besides, we don't have to be back to the dorms until later this evening to get ready for that party Stark's throwing."

"Oh yeah, I completely forgot about that."

"Mhm, Tony wants to make sure that the entire campus knows he's arrived, remember?" They both shook their heads laughing. Steve wiped his mouth with his napkin before throwing it down on the empty plate.

"Well then," he said, sliding out of the booth, "we'd better get to making the most of our time, don't you think?" He held out an elbow for her to wrap her arm around, giving her his boyish smile. She smiled back at him, as she got up and took his arm.


They began their walk to the coffee shop in silence, the entire way Natasha was trying not to think about how good it felt to have Steve beside her like this or how his muscles squeezed against her arm in the best way or how he was always being so charming and sweet to her. They'd been friends forever, and they would continue to be friends forever. Besides, she thought, it's not like he would go for me anyway. If he was going to, he would've done it already. She let out a sigh, thinking that it was just in her head, but when Steve turned to look down at her, she knew it wasn't.

"Everything alright?" He asked, concern painting his face.

"Hmm? Oh, everything's fine," she replied, plastering her brightest smile on her face, "I was just thinking about how I'm ready to get started with this whole college thing."

"Yeah, me too," Steve replied, smiling back at her.

"You did decide to go with art, right? You didn't let your Dad talk you out of it?" She knew that his Dad wanted him to do something more "practical," or rather, something that would help him take over the family business whenever Joseph was finally ready to retire.

"Yeah," Steve replied, sighing and running his free hand through his hair. "I'm doing art as my major, but I'm going to also be doing business as a minor."

"Really?" Natasha said, stopping in place.

"What?" Steve asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"You hate business. You know you hate business, every class related to business that we took in high school you copied off of Pepper. So why put yourself through that?"

"Because, Nat. My Dad wants me to take over his company in the future. I don't really want to, but at least this way I appease him. Besides, if I want to sell my artwork, I should probably have some knowledge of running a business," Steve replied.

Natasha was silent for a few moments, studying his features. She loved Joseph, Joseph had been like another father to her, but she wished that he supported what Steve wanted rather than what he wanted. She knew that Steve didn't want to take over the family business, but she also knew that he would do everything that he could to make sure that the people that meant the most to him were happy, even if that meant doing something that he didn't particularly want to do.

"You know, Steve, sometimes you're too soft," she finally said, giving him a playful push.

"Oh, is that so?" He challenged, nudging her back. She wrapped her arm back around his and continued walking towards the coffee shop.

"Oh yeah," she teased, "you're the worst. Remember that time that you took the blame for Thor when he broke your Mom's favorite picture frame? He was so scared, but you didn't want him to get in trouble, so you took the blame instead."

Steve chuckled at the memory, "I thought that he was going to shit his pants."

"We all did," she replied, "or that time that you got into a fight with those guys that were bullying me out at recess and Bucky had to come and save you?"

"I don't like bullies," he shrugged. "Plus, they deserved it."

"Steve they were twice your size AND they ended up spending the rest of the year kicking your ass," she said exasperated.

"But they left you alone a-"

"But that's my point, Steve," Natasha stopped once more, this time putting a hand on his shoulder, "you do everything for everyone else because that's who you are. You want everyone to be happy, and don't get me wrong, I love that about you. But you want everyone else to be happy, even if it means making yourself miserable in the process." She moved her hand up to his cheek, "I don't want you to be miserable, Steve. I don't want you to be miserable now, and I definitely don't want you to be miserable for the rest of your life. You deserve the world, Steve Rogers."

Steve smiled at her before pulling her into a hug, "thanks Nat," he said, placing his head atop hers. He could smell her shampoo and let out a small sigh. He always felt comfortable whenever hugging her or really whenever he was around her in general. "I'll try to keep that in mind."

"Good," her response was muffled from her face being buried in his chest, "that's all I ask."

He continued to hug her for a few more seconds before letting go, catching himself thinking that he really didn't want to. "You know," he started as he pulled away from her, "you deserve the world too, Nat."

"Oh, I know," she laughed, winking playfully at him. He shook his head at her, unable to help the smile that fell across his lips. She really was something else.