Chapter 4
When Steve arrived on the training floor, he grabbing a punching bag off the ground and latched it easily to a hook on the ceiling.
"Hey," Natasha said, taking a break from throwing knives in targets by grabbing a water bottle and taking a long gulp.
"Hi," Steve replied, giving his punching bag a welcoming whack.
"So are you staying?" Natasha asked when she had thrown a dozen knives all through the same target, directly in the center every time.
"I'm not sure yet. Fury wants me to... He said it was easier to keep us alive if we were all in the same place," Steve replied, a smile sneaking onto his face at the memory.
"Well, I'm not trying to tell you what to do, but I think staying is your best option," Natasha said cooly, tossing three knives at once, all hitting the center of three different targets.
"It's scary how accurate you are," Steve said instead of replying to her comment.
"Well, I've had a lot of practice," she said modestly, "And then there's the whole I've spent my entire life doing this thing."
"Right," Steve said, thinking about the stories he'd pried out of Clint about how unsure of her he'd been at first.
"Does Thor stay down here all the time or does he go back to space on weekends?" Steve teased, suddenly feeling as if he should lighten the mood.
His fist slammed fiercely into the punching bag and he kept it there as the power radiated through the bag.
"He comes and goes," Natasha replied honestly.
Natasha grabbed five knives, placing two in her belt and one in her boot while keeping one in each hand.
She threw the two in her hands, piercing the center of two human-shaped targets. She whipped the two out of her belt and threw them in opposite directions, ripping the fabric off the center of a foam dummy. The last one she threw in the air above her and it barely stuck in the ceiling, then it began to wiggle and it would have fallen into Natasha's head if Steve hadn't been so impressed as to stare. When the knife started coming down, he abandoned the punching bag and crashed into her, barely escaping the blow of the knife.
"I just wanted to see what you'd do," Natasha said breezily, as if she had no doubt that Steve would come running to her rescue.
"You're insane." Steve decided, lifting himself off the black widow.
"And you're predictable," she countered, slowly making her way through the elevator doors and then allowing them to close briskly behind her.
"Predictable?" Steve said to the empty training room, "Me?!"
When Steve arrived back in the main room of Avenger's Tower, Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, and Thor were eating take-out on the couches and chairs.
"-ust doesn't make any sense, I mean, if the converters had been set correctly, it wouldn't have imploded," Tony said, mostly to Bruce since everyone else was ignoring them while they spoke in their science bubble.
"But what about the cooling syst- Steve!" Bruce said, and everyone turned to see Steve exit the elevator and almost shyly come toward the group who seemed oddly comfortable together.
"Want some take-out? Boxes are in the kitchen." Tony said, pointing toward the opened entry to the kitchen.
"Thank you," Steve said, entering the kitchen and grabbing a plastic fork and a container of Chinese food.
He came back and joined the rest of them. Surprisingly them seemed almost happy to have him be part of their conversation, talking about anything and everything as they ate.
Sooo, I'm kinda leaning towards Clintasha, but then I'm like "Romanogers is so adorable..." Anywho, I think Clintasha would work better with the story.
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