Steve wasn't spying on Natasha. Not at all. Nope. She is his roommate so it's not like he can't not listen in to her conversation since it is going on in their kitchen. And he just so happened to be in their living room where he could hear everything going on between Natasha and Bruce. It's just a coincidence, don't judge him.

He snuck a peek at them not too long before. Natasha was still in her waitress uniform from when she ended her shift at the diner and, like after every one of her shifts, she looked about ready to murder someone. She was leaning against the counter with her elbows on the tiled surface as she ran her hands through her red curls. Bruce was in a sweatshirt which was odd, in all three years that Steve has known him he's never seen him in anything but a button up. Bruce looked annoyed but not nearly as annoyed as Natasha.

"I don't know what you want from me, Bruce." Steve's ears strained to hear Natasha, Bruce had been doing most of the talking and Steve had no idea what Natasha thought about all this.

"Just put some effort into," Bruce paused a moment, "this."

"This?" Natasha asked.

"Whatever we are," Bruce replied, his tone sounded embarrassed. Steve didn't blame him, he was getting second-hand embarrassment just listening to this conversation.

Natasha sighed. "Bruce, I'm doing the best I can, but this isn't working out," she said in a flat tone.

"Guess it's not," was all Bruce said.

Natasha didn't say anything, she just let him walk out. Steve quickly pulled out his phone and pretended to scroll through it as Bruce passed him, but he probably knew Steve had heard the whole thing.

The second the door shut, Natasha sat down next to him. He locked and tossed his phone aside and wrapped an arm around her as she leaned her head on his shoulder. "You're an asshole." She said.

"Me? An asshole?"

"The next time you're listening to someone's conversation don't look directly at them," Natasha said. She didn't sound angry though, and if she was angry she would've just went to her room.

"Alright fine, I'm an asshole. But at least I didn't break up with someone in my kitchen," Steve replied.

She laughed a little, but it was gone as soon as it came. "It doesn't count as breaking up with him since we weren't really together."

"Yeah, you just made out in the living room where your poor unsuspecting roommate could walk in and be scarred for life."

She grabbed the pillow next to him and hit him. "It wasn't that bad."

"Believe me, it was." What he didn't mention was how he felt when he saw them, he felt sick to his stomach when he saw Natasha with Bruce. Natasha was out of his league, okay? In fact, Steve doesn't think any guy really deserves Natasha, she's too funny, intelligent, and beautiful for any guy. Especially himself. But that didn't matter because Natasha was one of his closest friends, there was no way they'd ever be together, and why would they be? He doesn't have feelings for her and she definitely doesn't have any for him. But that doesn't explain why Steve wanted to punch Bruce when he saw his hands on Nat.

"Was that the only time you kissed him?" Steve blurted out.

Natasha gave him a questioning look. "Why do you care, Rogers?"

"I'm just curious."

"No, it wasn't the only time." His hands dug into the couch. She noticed.

She stood up and glared at him. "What's up with you? You never act like this."

"Nothing's wrong with me-"

She cut him off. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

"No I'm not," he protested. She rose an eyebrow at him. "I'm not," he repeated.

She sat down again, but she stayed silent. He wrapped an arm around her and she leaned against him again. "Talk to me, Nat."

"You're an idiot." She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You're my idiot though."

It was stupid and he was really testing his luck, but he titled her chin up to face her. He paused, seeing if she would push him away. She didn't, so he leaned forward and kissed her.

She pulled away but before he could apologize she started laughing. "You're definitely jealous."

"Not anymore," he said, kissing her again.