The next day at noon I entered the gym. I was wearing a clingy t-shirt and skin tight lycra short shorts.

Steve was obviously uncomfortable with my attire. He kept throwing furtive glances at my body.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Of course."

Tony, Clint, Thor, Bruce and Pepper stood on the sidelines. Tony was sitting down and literally had a bowl of popcorn.

Steve made the first move and tried punching my stomach. I grabbed his fist and sent a high kick up to his face. He instinctively grabbed my leg. I hopped and sent my knee into his crotch. He fell to the floor, me of course going with him. I landed awkwardly with my ass against the hand he was holding over his crotch. His hand instinctively turned over upon impact. It was hard to tell what was making his face redder. The fact he had his hand on my ass or just the pain. I wasted no time in jumping to my feet and grabbing both his hands.

"Do you submit?" I asked. I let my guard slip half a millimeter. He stood quickly and threw me over his head. I rolled lightly and turned back to face him.

"Do you?" He replied.

I ran forward and jumped, intending to hit him. He instead grabbed my waist as a way of defense. I flipped onto his shoulders but he grabbed my leg and pulled me down. He got me in a chokehold and I bit down very very hard. He roared in pain and dropped me. I punched his gut and kicked him to the ground. I sat on his chest, one leg holding down his, the other holding down an arm, one of my arms on his other arm and the other over his throat.

"Surrender?" I asked.

Using strength I didn't know was possible, he rolled over and reversed the positions.

"Never."

I could feel that his grip on one leg was slightly, slightly loose. In one quick movement I kneed his balls.

"Sweet jesus!" He roared. He curled up into a ball. I smiled and walked out. But at the door Steve grabbed my ankle and pulled me down to the floor. Suddenly he was on top of me, pinning both my arms. I kicked my legs up and hit his back. He fell on top of me and I was stuck. I had no chance of lifting him. Thankfully he wasn't actually unconscious. He sat up again, letting me push him off and stand again.

I acted quickly and kicked his crotch again. I punched his face and gut and grabbed both his arms. He started to struggle and I could tell he was about to overpower me. So I put all my strength into hitting his arm. I heard the unmistakable crack of his bone breaking.

"Ahh!" He roared. He fell to the ground. "I submit! I surrender!" He desperately yelled.

I smiled and stood back. I bowed for Tony and the others.

"Wow." Tony said. He was wide eyed and looked shocked. Everyone looked shocked.

"What?" I asked defensively.

"You broke his arm Tash." Clint said quietly.

"What? It was a fight!"

Rolling my eyes, I stormed over to Steve. He was still on the floor. I grabbed the arm that wasn't broken and roughly dragged him to his feet. I pulled him out of the gym.

"Natasha, I'm fine."

"No you're not." I snarled.

"Really, I'm-"

"Don't even say it."

Then he seemed to get pissed off. "Where the hell do you get off being angry with me?"

"Because I'm Russian and pissed off."

"That's not a reason. Why do you hate me so much?"

"Because I made a joke and you freaking well tattled on me to Fury!"

"That wasn't a very funny joke! And you got off scot free for it!"

"Now I'm going to get in trouble for real with Fury because you broke your freaking arm!"

"I? I broke my arm? You broke it!" Steve yelled.

"You're the idiot that challenged me to a fight!" I shouted back.

A startled scientist walked past.

"Could you two keep it down? I'm trying to work."

Steve sighed and yanked open a door behind me and pushed me inside. It was a tiny supply closet. I was suddenly aware of how close our bodies were. His crotch was pressed against mine. I could feel his warm breath on my ears.

"You posted naked pictures of me online!" He said.

"For fucks sake, it was a joke!"

"I don't think it's very funny! Why do you hate me so much?"

Even in the dark I could see a spot of hurt in his eyes. I backed up against the shelf. I didn't want to be this close to him. But it still wasn't enough. Every part of our bodies that could be touching was. I stared at him in the dark for a minute.

Then the door was thrown open by none other than Bruce.

"You guys okay? A scientist said two people were filming a new Taylor Swift breakup music video."

"Taylor Swift?" Steve asked, confused.

"Country singer. Writes a song about every romantic encounter she's ever had."

Steve nodded. I pushed past him and stormed away.