A/N: Hey, soldiers! I'm here for an update. Hope you all enjoy and hope to see some feedback as well (I kinda assume that my Natasha characterization is quite off but anyway, she's such a high level and deep individual so yeah, let's just enjoy). :)

"I'm in position," she said through her comm, slurping her cold coffee.

"Good, just wait there," she heard Steve talk.

"You know, I don't really like this…"

"What?"

"I hate missions where I don't know 100% of the information…" she said with a shrug. She smiled at the waiter who gave her order.

She heard the super soldier cough from the other side of the line. "Romanoff, that's because the second part is not your mission."

"What? You know about this? Not fair."

"Says the one who goes into a sub-mission without my permission…"

"Ha ha…"

"Excuse me," a waitress said, grabbing Natasha's attention. She was holding out a long-stemmed red rose. "For you."

"Oh, I didn't order this," she replied. She heard chuckles from the other line, making her smirk. "I mean, is this even part of the menu?"

"Well, if you ask for it, it will be." Natasha looked up and saw Steve sitting some two tables across her, waving his hand. There was an identical rose on his table.

"Rogers, ha ha," she tried to laugh drily but it was of no use. Natasha half-hoped that the signal reception of the comm hid her surprise. "What is the rose for?" She showed an exaggerated surprised face that he could definitely see. "Oh my god, you're practicing how to flirt!" Steve laughed. She watched him shrug his shoulders. "Damn, Steve…" she cursed in her mind. "This is so old-fashioned, Captain grandpa."

"I'm not practicing how to flirt, Na-Romanoff… "

"Nuh-uh, everybody needs practice. And admit it, your flirting methods sucked."

"I told you I'm not practicing nor flirting." He crossed his arms. "And stop calling me grandpa."

She clicked her tongue, watching him fidget in his seat. "You're such a bad liar, you know?" "Why are you so offended, Captain grandpa?"

"You know what, Romanoff?"

She smirked and folded her arms, letting her back rest on the chair. The spy's senses were still on alert but she was enjoying the view of Steve Rogers acting like a kid caught stealing candy. "I know. This is definitely new."

"Yeah, I just saw this poor kid selling roses. Decided to buy them. They're beautiful, right?" She watched him raise another rose. "I still have an extra here."

"You're an ass," she replied. Natasha raised an eyebrow. "So you played charity by buying worthless roses from a kid?" She showed a mock hurt face. But deep inside, she felt a bit disappointed because the flowers were not really that special.

"No, not like that," he said, scratching his head. "I really bought them for you."

"Oh really…" she said, trying to look coldly amused. "Not really a rose person…"

"You don't like it?"

"Of course I…" she sighed as she noticed her emotions getting revealed. "You know, Cap, we're having a mission right now."

"I'm multi-tasking," he said, trying to mimic her when she uttered the same words before. The woman placed the rose near her nose before rolling her eyes.

"Finish this mission, then give me more flowers on our date…" she said, winking before standing up from her seat.

"D-date? Wait, Natasha…!" He tried to act cool but his eyes were wide as he saw the spy stand up confidently, taking out the gun from her coat. "You are compromising the mission!"

"I'm ending it rather quickly." She ignored the captain shouting at her; she continued walking casually towards the target while still playing with the rose on her hand. She did not really want to get rid of it because Steve gave it, so she tucked it inside her brown coat.

The mission was definitely a success; a few hours later, the partners-in-mission were inside a black van that would take them back to the headquarters for debriefing. Natasha was leaning on the window, breathing heavily. "God, I'm tired," she said in between breaths. She glanced at Steve, whose eyes were closed. She knew that he was definitely not sleeping. She noticed the tinge of red, a squished rose tucked in his uniform. Natasha smirked. She patted her own rose, still intact inside her coat, and cleared her throat.

"Hey, Cap, I thought I said earlier that we'll finish this mission, then we'll have a date."

"Uh-huh," he just replied, opening one eye to acknowledge her talking.

"Let's ditch debriefing," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"No, we're not going to do that…"

"Rogers, you already compromised the mission…"

He raised an eyebrow. "By buying the roses? It didn't even change the course of the mission! You're the one who…" He was silenced when he found the spy's face inches away from his. They were already sharing the same breath. "Romanoff… what…?"

The Black Widow grabbed the other rose. "Thanks," she said with a wink. He closed his eyes as Natasha closed the distance, giving him a light kiss on the lips. That shut him up. "Still feeling uncomfortable?" she asked with a small smile. She surprised herself when she did the act because there was no excuse; they weren't hiding from HYDRA agents and they were safe inside that van (even the driver wouldn't be able to see them).

"Not exactly…" he said with a slightly confused frown. She knew that he would want to ask why she kissed him but she also knew that Steve would shut up.

The Black Widow kicked the van door open. "Then let's go! We have a date to accomplish!"

Steve just shrugged as he jumped after Natasha. "Fury's definitely gonna kill us."

"Oh you poor Котик…" she remarked after she rolled on the gravel and landed on her feet. They both stood up. Natasha held Steve's hand as if making sure that he wouldn't escape. He looked at her, surprised, but then he smiled.

"Where to, Nat?"

Since then I never let go of your hand

Now I know for sure that I dream not in vain