AN: Just a short epilogue ;-)


My Favourite Idiots

2. The Interventionists

Steve sat next to Natasha with a heavy sigh, dropping his bag noisily onto the table. She glanced at him then slipped away her phone. "I think we saved them again," she said by way of greeting.

He turned to her. "Bucky and Clint?"

The corner of her lips twitched upwards faintly, her eyes glinting mischievously. "You intervened with the Soldier, didn't you?"

Catching on, Steve smiled. "And you had words with the Hawk."

"God, how many times is that now?" she groaned, throwing her head back over the top of her chair.

"I lost count after the Spaghetti –"

"We don't speak of that."

"Exactly." Setting his books on the table, Steve smirked. "Wonder how long it'll be 'til the next intervention?"

"The clock has been reset," Natasha said, sitting forwards again and tearing the corner off her sheet of paper. "What's your bet?"

"Mm… Six weeks."

"Ooh, that's generous," she commented as she wrote it down. "I'm gonna say three and a half."

"Winner gets a prize of their choosing?"

"Shoot."

"Six weeks says you come with me to the art show at the college this summer."

"Alright. Three and a half says you pay for a day at Coney Island for me with the problems in question."

"Deal," Steve groaned, cringing a little as she added that to the note. "Wait, do I have to pay for Bucky and Clint too?"

Natasha snorted. "After the trouble they cause us? They should consider themselves lucky I'm inviting them."

"You haven't won yet, Nat."

She wiggled her eyebrows. "We'll see." As the lesson started and the betting note disappeared, Steve wondered yet again whether she knew something he didn't.