This is after the battle and dinner/drinking whatever thing and directly after the kiss.
"Uhhh, Nat?" Steve raises an expectant eyebrow. "What was that for?" Not that I didn't like that or anything.
Natalia just smiles and looks up as a quinjet parks nearby. "That must be Clint. See you later, Steve." And Nat's running off into the sunset just like that.
Clint? The other avenger? Just how good of friends are these two? Steve spent some time with the other avengers, forgetting about Natalia for a moment.
"Sooo. You and Natalia?" Tony questions. "Truthfully, I didn't see that coming. Natalia is Russian. That's who fought in World War Two, right?"
"Yeah. Natalia has proved her loyalty, though. Are you with anyone, Tony?" Steve asked, redirecting the conversation.
"No. I don't I ever will but you never know, right? Right. You did really good out there, Steve. Thanks for fighting Hulk while I was out." The earnest smile Tony sends Steve is entirely unexpected.
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Clint watches Nat scurry away from the guy that she just kissed. On her on free will. He sighs and gets ready to leave to quinjet, not expecting anyone but Fury to be waiting for him. Seeing Natalia is a surprise. "Hi. You look happy." Clint comments. Natalia only beams at him and nods.
"How was the battle?" Clint continues. "You look pretty banged up. You sure you're ok?"
"Yes, Clint. I just did something crazy. I'll talk to you later, I need to go do something. Bye, Barton." She's gone before Clint can speak and then his attention is directed to Fury.
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Natalia is a girl. Shocking. You can't blame her for spending almost an hour getting ready. First, her shower in which she found some amazingly good smelling shampoo that helped get the gunk out of her hair. Then, finding a dress. It was a simple, black dress that hugged her curves and made most of the guys at SHIELD stare. Her makeup took longer than the other two combined. Simple seemed to be the theme so Nat went with a little mascara and bright red lip gloss and black flats.
Since Natalia hadn't told Steve they were going to eat somewhere, she didn't expect him to be dressed up. He was wearing the exact same clothes as earlier and to say that he was surprised would be the understatement of the year. But he flashed her a smile when she was done with her short explanation and went to go get dressed, leaving Natalia in his living room.
His living room was bare, no TV, just a couch, love seat and recliner. The walls were beige and the whole place had a 40's-esqe. Natalia hated it, thinking that keeping Steve in the dark like this would only hurt, not help. But then Steve came out in a black tux thing that was obviously too small around the top and by the cast on his leg.
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The diner they were in was small, not that cramped and secluded. Natalia had know the owners of this place for a long time and they had given her and Steve the back booth. Their grandson, Jason, was their waiter and didn't ask much questions though he knew that he was literally serving the Captain America.
Natalia had wanted to sit where she could see the door but Steve had helped her into the other side and sat in the seat she wanted. There was small talk until they given their food and it was always delicious here. Watching Steve, who was decidedly hungry, practically inhale his food while still being polite and answering her questions was extremely funny.
"Are you gonna tell me about your past?" Nat had asked when they were nearly done eating.
"Dad died in army, mom was working two jobs and trying to raise me. She taught me how to cook and be polite. She died of some sickness when I was, uh, seven I think."
"You think?"
"Remember, I am almost ninety years old." Steve smiled. "That was an extremely long time ago. I know I have a photogenic memory, but that was still almost eighty years ago."
The rest of the evening was fun and Steve even walked Natalia back to her apartment and ended up getting lipstick on his own mouth. When she closed the door, she sighed in a way girls in movies did after an amazing date. I can't believe that just happened.
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Steve opened his door and stared at his blank slate of a apartment. The thought of joining Nat in her apartment was squished down almost immediately. He would not do that unless they were married and while that sounded amazing, they weren't married.
Steve got out of the too tight suit an quickly started his nighttime routine. Steve would never, ever admit to the fact that he dreamed of Natalia that night.
AN: I am going down to Arkansas on the 14th and won't be able to update, I might be able too though. I don't know yet. Longest chapter yet. I am not going to kill off Hank, though MysticFantasy made a great point. Hank died and then years later there is Pym and he's the youngest which somehow means that Janet remarried or something. I own nothing, God bless.