A/N: Sorry these are so short. I don't really want to make them lengthy; just individual little scenes. I promise a plot will actually form soon.
She acted like she didn't notice him come into the room. Waiting a few seconds, she glanced over at him, seeing his muscular build and nicely combed hair in the corner of her eye. A sudden feeling of attraction came to her. She had never noticed it before.
Never noticed it but for one time.
Drumming her fingers on the table, she tilted her head so that she was facing him better, observing the way his muscles brushed against his shirt. They were easily visible; you could almost see the ripples of his arms as he grabbed and moved things around.
He looked over towards her direction. Quickly she looked away, flipping her hair as if she were just looking mindlessly around the room.
The meeting started. She had the file opened in front of her, but she found it hard to focus. Her thoughts kept meandering to Steve; his enchanting smile, his gorgeous eyes. She glanced over at him again, hoping that somehow he'd be smiling. Or at least in a position where she could see his irises.
Feeling foolish, she looked back at her folder. She scolded herself internally, forgetting all thoughts of being attracted to him. It only ended with regret and unhappiness.
Yet she found her sight again going to him. This time, he was staring back. Their gaze locked. She panicked internally, forgetting all her cool attitude, but she stayed indifferent outside, not looking away. Steve didn't break away either; instead, a small smile formed on his lips, one that seemed humorous, as if they were both thinking the same thing and this was such a coincidence that they looked at each other at the same time and all was well.
Natasha looked away first, back down to her file as they moved on to a new subject in the meeting. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Steve's head move as well, but it looked like he was still smiling. She suddenly felt self-conscious. What was he smiling at? Was something wrong?
She scanned her body, but nothing was found. Hoping it wasn't her face, a thought suddenly occurred to her.
What if he was smiling at her? Nobody smiled at her. Natasha was an agent, an assassin—pretty much serious. He couldn't be possibly smiling at her.
But there's always a first for everything.
She smiled.