Chapter Four:

The Dangerous Red

Bella POV:

Last time:

Creak!

"Well isn't this interesting?"

I cracked my eyes opened just a little to see a hazy outline of a figure. It looked like a female figure so I quickly calmed myself. As she inspected the hole in the wall, I let out a fake sigh and stretched. Before they could react, I quickly leaned over to the bedside table and grabbed the lamp. I chucked it at the person and rolled out onto the floor.

"What the heck?" The woman groaned from the other side of the bed. I heard shifting and before they could get up, I hurriedly scrambled to my feet and pounced upon the figure.

"Who are you?" I yelled before being pushed off harshly. I heard the bed shifting as Steve woke up.

"Bella!?" He questioned his voice thick from just waking up.

"Calm down! I'm with Shield!" They shouted back. I took in her features and realized that she was the woman from the other day.

"Why did you come in here?!" I said relaxing.

"I knocked on the door! No one answered so I came in to check! It's my job!" She hissed, "I didn't expect to be attacked!"

"I didn't expect some random person in my," I paused, " I mean Steve's room."

"Yes, tell me all about why you were in Captain America's bed?" She smirked.

I deadpanned, "How about not."

I heard a cough from the bed and looked up. Steve was awake and smirking at me, "Are you girls done yet?"

"Sorry Cap, where are my manners?" The woman purred eyeing Steve. I felt my body heat up considerably at her flirtatious tone.

"First off you can tell me who you are." He said in a serious tone. It relieved me slightly that he was unaffected by her advances.

"My name is Natasha, but Shield calls me Black Widow." She smirked amused by Steve's reaction.

"Holy shit!" I gasped, "I attacked the Black Widow and lived to tell the tale?!"

"I guess so," She said chuckling, "You're instincts are good, have you been trained?"
"Hell no!" I said, "I don't know what even came over me. I didn't even know I could move that fast."

"Well if you hone those skills you could be of great use to Shield." Natasha stated.

I gasped, "You think so? That can be very useful against my ex!"

"Um, exciting as this is why are you here?" Steve said seriously.

"I'm your new neighbor, Cap." Natasha said coolly, "I'm here to make sure everything is safe and secure. Of course, imagine my surprise when I find the two of you in bed together."

"We had reasons." Steve said quickly. He jumped out of the bed and opened the door.

"What are you going to kick me out?" Natasha grumbled.

"No, I'm going to politely going to ask you to leave."
"Fine, only on one condition though!" She said smirking crossing her arms before turning her eyes to me.

"What?" I said fearfully.

"We are going shopping" She said grinning widely.

'Great,' I thought internally groaning at the thought.

1 HOUR LATER

"So first things first, what is your style," The bossy red head asked as we went through piles upon piles of clothes in the H&M store.

"Not this," I said picking up what looked like a shirt and shorts attached together.

"Okay, no rompers." She said eying me up in down. All I put on was a comfy pair of skinny jeans, a Ramones shirt, my converse, and a beanie, "Not bad. Kind of looks like comfy punk."

"This shirt used to be my moms when she had a thing for punk bands and was a groupie. I have tons of them in my closet." I said tugging at a piece of hair and twirling it around my finger, "I like comfortable and casual stuff, no hassle."

"Do you ever wear makeup?" She questioned.

"Not really. I have in the past, but only when…" I stopped. Thinking about it the only time I had any on was when Alice thought it would be fun. She would force me to wear the stuff and be her "Barbie Bella." I scowled at the bad thought.

"So no go on makeup?" Natasha said sensing my bubbling hatred.

"I don't mind a bit of eye shadow, mascara, and lip balm." I shrugged, "I just don't like to go to fancy with it and all the poppy colors."

"Well that's good." She commented. I quirked my eyebrow in question, "You don't need much or any at all. You have that natural sex appeal."

"I doubt that," I blushed. I picked up a light knit sweater and examined it like my life depended on it.

"You do, really." Natasha said as she took the sweater away, "You don't have to try hard and that appeals men. Plus your tendency to look innocent and blush will make any guy fall to his knees for you."
I thought back to when I first met Steve the other day. Did my natural 'Sex Appeal' led him to help me? I shook my head, no, that couldn't be it. He was just being a gentleman.