Actions speak louder than words...

...or five times people tried to work out and speculated upon Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff's relationship and the one time they found out the truth.

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Captain Steve Rogers

It was now three months since the Avengers has defeated Loki and Director Fury had decided that it would be better that they all stayed together in the newly rebuilt Stark Tower. Steve had only moved in two weeks ago, after he had finished his reminiscing road trip, to find that Dr Banner had not left, having been enticed by all the technology Stark had on offer, Thor was still taking care of matters on Asgard and both Barton and Romanoff had moved into the rooms right at the top of the tower.

He was still getting used to not living in the 1940s, having not only to learn to deal with modern technology, but also to understand modern cultural references. Tony had decided to take it upon himself to educate him and had therefore declared Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sunday nights were film nights and the whole teams attendance was mandatory. However it always seemed that the two master assassins managed to get out of most of them, citing everything, from having to do paperwork for Fury to missions and sparring practise. But it was only at these movie nights that the rest of the team saw the reclusive agents, who seemed to spend most of their time by themselves at the top of the tower.

Steve, bored from trying to work out how to work the smart phone Stark has given him, headed towards the training room, planning to take his frustration out on a punching bag. He was about to enter the specially designed room, when he noticed that it was already occupied. He was about to turn around when he caught sight of a target whose bulls eye was not only peppered with arrows but also with various types of knife and then he spotted Romanoff and Barton sparring with each out on the practise mats. Telling himself that it was his duty as the unofficial leader of the Avengers observe his teammates, so he knew their capabilities in battle, Steve remained rooted to the spot outside the training room, peering through the window into the room.

He watching in unconcealed awe as the two partners fought each other. It was like an incredibly complicated choreographed dance, the way that they exchanged punches, both not making it easy for the other. Natasha was moving with great grace and flexibility, but Clint matched her with greater force and speed. Steve could barely believe what he was seeing as the two assassins continued to dodge each other's punches and kicks.

The intense fighting continued for what Steve thought was an impressive twenty minutes before it showed any signs of stopping. Clint, with his super sharp reflexes, managed to catch Natasha's leg as she aimed it as a high kick towards his head and flipped his red haired partner to the ground. The he did something Steve did not expect. Clint held out his hand, in an almost chivalrous manner, in order to help his partner up, but instead of standing up Natasha grabbed hold of his hand and pulled him down next to her.

Steve tried to walk away as the two started to roll around on the sparring mat, not wanting to see something his 1940s mind shouldn't, however it was the sound of Natasha's laughter and the big grin on Clint's face, which kept him rooted to the spot. Even when they had been forced to watch a comedy on movie night, he had never seen the two partners look so happy. Steve watched as Natasha rolled on top of Clint and whispered something into his ear, before standing up. Clint gave a small smile, before he too stood up.

The Captain knew he was bigger and stronger than these two assassins, but after watching them fight, he knew that the two of them against him, which would undoubtedly happen if they discovered that he had been watching them, would only end with his defeat or untimely demise. So when it looked like they were about to head towards the door, Steve ran down the corridor to hide in one of the weapon storage cupboards. However when he realised that no one had passed his hiding place, he cautiously walked back towards the training room.

Watching the assassins this morning had shown him that there were more sides to them, than the cold emotionless exterior they liked to portray to the rest of the world, but he was still surprised to see that the two assassins were back on the sparring mats, but instead of fighting, this time they were dancing. Steve watched as Clint led Natasha around the mats expertly, in a slow dance. There was no music playing, but they moved in sync, spinning and twirling around the floor, as if they were lost in their own little world.

It brought a lump to Steve's throat as he watched them. It was just like the fantasies he dreamt of every night, of him and Peggy having the dance he had promised her. He knew that Tony crudely thought that the two partners were sleeping together, but having witnessed the way they looked deeply into each other's eyes as they swayed back and forth, there was no denying that they were in love.

As the dancing slowed to a stop, Steve wiped away a small tear. The partners continued to hold each other closely, their foreheads pressed together, their noses almost touching, their lips almost meeting and that he was when finally walked away from the window looking into the training room. Whatever was going on between the two assassins was private and unlike some of his teammates he was not going to pry any further.