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Natasha turned around to face Steve, "kiss me," she hissed under her breath.

The look on Steve's face was one of pure shock, "what?"

"Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable," Natasha said, moving closer to Steve.

"Yes, they do," he argued back.

"Steve jus-." Natasha's sentence was cut off by Steve wrapping his arms around her waist and slanting his lips over hers. Natasha reached her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, tilting his face in slightly so the SHIELD agents going up the elevators across from them couldn't see their faces. The longer Steve's lips were on hers, the more she didn't want to break their kiss. She found herself opening her mouth slightly to him before she remembered where they were. Another time, she thought, as she pulled away, though every cell in her body screaming to go back. She could feel that her face was flushed and could see that Steve's was as well. "Still uncomfortable?" She teased.

Steve flashed her a smile that gave her butterflies, but simultaneously made her want to drag him off somewhere private so she could have her way with him. "It's not exactly the word I would use."

Natasha smirked, "come on, we need to get out of here."


"Where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?" Natasha asked as they drove to the location they found off the flash drive.

"Nazi Germany," Steve replied, a small hint of a smile on his face. Natasha nodded her head and hummed. "But we're borrowing it. Take your feet off the dash." He batted her legs down playfully and Natasha smirked at him. They drove along in silence, both of them attempting to distract themselves. "Hey Natasha," Steve said after a while.

"Hmm?" She turned to look at him.

"I wanted to apologize to you for everything." Steve stole a glance at her, she had her eyebrows furrowed together.

"You don't need to-"

"No, I do. I shouldn't have been so hard on you about it, you were just following orders. I don't know, I was just…hurt, I guess. It wasn't fair." Steve kept his grip tight on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road.

"No Steve, I shouldn't have lied to you. I should've just told you anyway. You were right, I put the mission in danger." Natasha's voice came out slightly strangled. She had her head leaned back on the seat, facing him.

"You were right to," Steve replied. He turned his head to meet her gaze. "I don't want it to become a habit, but you were right to." He gave her a small smile before turning back to the road. Natasha stared at him for a moment.

"I wasn't though," she said.

"You were, Nat. You had to. I wouldn't have liked your mission. I would've been pissed off. And you had orders from Fury that you couldn't ignore-,"

"I could've." Natasha interrupted.

Steve quickly turned his head to look at her. "So that you could get fired and imprisoned? No. I wouldn't have wanted you to do that. I wouldn't let you do that." Steve reached over and gave her hand a quick squeeze. "Stop blaming yourself for it Natasha. I forgive you, I know that's not who you are. I just hope that you can forgive me."

Natasha laughed a little bit, "forgive you for what?"

"For losing faith in you," he replied seriously.

Natasha felt her throat go dry and her heart rate increase. "Your faith might be in the wrong place, Rogers." She turned and looked out the passenger side window.

"No, Nat. It's not." Steve's grip on the wheel had tightened even more. He hated when she talked about herself like this, and he hated even more that his actions had something to do with her feelings about herself. It wasn't until he felt the wheel start to bend under his hands that he finally loosened his grip. "Natasha look at me," he said, reaching out for her hand again. Natasha hesitated, but turned to meet his eyes. The look that he was giving her made her heart skip a beat. She'd never felt this vulnerable with anyone, not even Clint. Steve intertwined their fingers before talking again, "you are not what they made you."

Natasha's breath caught in her throat. "Thank you," she whispered. She felt herself beginning to tear up. Steve gave her hand a small squeeze before putting his hands back on the wheel.

Natasha cleared her throat, "alright, I have a question for you. Oh, which you do not have to answer. I feel like if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know?" She smirked at him.

Steve raised an eyebrow at her, "what?"

"Was that your first kiss since 1945?"

Steve laughed a little bit, "that bad, huh?"

Natasha shook her head, "I didn't say that."

"Well, it kind of sounds like that's what you're saying." Steve teased.

"No, I didn't. I just wondered how much practice you've had."

Steve scoffed, "you don't need practice."

"Everybody needs practice, Rogers. Even me." Natasha smirked at him again.

Steve raised his brow in curiosity, his lips turned up at the corners, "are you propositioning me, Romanoff?"

Natasha shrugged, "maybe I am. Would that be so bad?"

"I'm ninety-five, I'm not dead." The tension between the two was palpable.

Natasha hummed, "well then, I'll keep that in mind, but it looks like we're going to have to table this discussion," she said as they pulled up to the location described by the GPS. "Are you sure this is the place?" she asked.

"Absolutely." Steve looked around at the place laid out before him, "this is the camp where I was trained."