Disclaimer: This is self explanatory but I still need to say it.
I do not own any of the songs used in these one-shots
I do not own any of the characters from the Avenger Movies (or any other Marvel Movie) and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. If I did, Romanov and Banner wouldn't be a thing, and if they were, it would have been done much more realistically than in Agent of Ultron. I don't list characters in here because for all I know they may never be used in my writing.
Some of these chapters might be set in an AU setting. If that happens I'll try to give a warning. Each chapter is a one-shot. The pairings are bound to mix up, personally I'm a Clint/Tasha shipper but I might surprise you. Disclaimer: This is self explanatory but I still need to say it.
Shut Up and Dance With Me- By WALK THE MOON
"Oh don't you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me."
I said, "You're holding back, "
She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me."
Leaning against the bar counter, Steve couldn't help but sigh in self disappointment as he pondered how he convinced Tony. How did he let Tony convince them to go to some dance club?
The marble top counter he leaned against was white marble speckled with a variety of grays and turquoise light blues. Against the left and right walls, as well as around the corner behind the bar were tables and booths made of American cherry wood. The seats and backs of the chairs were made of plush turquoise blue leather. The carpet of the floor was short and blue, with speckles of turquoise, red, and white. The dance floor was made of the same dark wood as the tables and expanded widely in front of Steve.
Amongst the sea of dancing individuals, Steve could see Natasha and Clint as clear as day with smiles and laughter plastering their faces. He saw Clint spinning her around, dipping her so low it was as if she was going to his the ground, and sweeping her back up. They were laughing and smiling beneath the turquoise lights, a few colorful strobe lights making them glow like rainbows.
A sharp nudge in the side brought Steve's attention towards the billionaire beside him, "Looks like you got some competition over there Cap."
Steve merely shook his head, knowing that Clint had a special someone who wasn't the Black Widow to love. Though Steve was extremely sure that Natasha and Clint were a couple like everyone else on the team, and when Natasha kissed him on the mall escalator Steve was scared of Clint's jealous rage. When the archer first approached the soldier after the incident, Steve misinterpreted the reason entirely and just began to prolifically apologize. Ever since that day though, Clint reassured Steve that he would have no competition whatsoever for Natasha, though the super soldier didn't quite understand where Clint got that idea from.
"Nah, they're just having fun," Steve waved it off, glancing over at Thor and Bruce. He didn't really know what to say, what could he say over the loud music? All of them were more or less those awkward guys who would be here until Tony got them kicked out. Bruce was not going to get himself crammed on the dance floor and Thor didn't know how to dance like a real earthling.
We were victims of the night,
The chemical, physical, kryptonite
Helpless to the bass and the fading light
Oh, we were bound to get together,
Bound to get together.
The red head and archer turned, skillfully maneuvering through the crowd. Steve couldn't help but watch the way the Black Widow gracefully held herself. Clint smirked softly to himself as he caught the super soldier watching his best friend.
Everyone on the team knew that the Black Widow was dancing on her tiptoes around Captain America as he, in turn, slowly circled around her from afar. They were smitten by each other, it was a fact that everyone but the lovers themselves were aware of. And everyone was utterly sick of them tiptoeing around each other, the damn archer was confident that with just the right little push he could get them together.
Of course, Steve was more or less expecting Clint and Tony to try and pull some stunt to get him and Natasha together. They were utter victims of the night, vulnerable victims to whatever plot their friends were putting into motion. The alcohol and the dancing were perfect means of merely getting one of them to confess in some way. Either by getting Natasha a perfect level of drunkness where she wasn't as secretive and maybe slightly tipsy or by getting the two of them trapped together during a slow song.
But, in a funny way, the club in itself was the perfect excuse to get them started because Steve had failed to learn how to dance. And Natasha was one of the greatest dancers on the team, and it would only be idiotic if they didn't try to get Natasha to teach him while on the dance floor.
And Clint planned to take complete advantage of this beautiful opportunity.
Steve watched as they came closer, seeing him lean closer to the red head until his mouth was just hovering over her ear. The archers mouth moved, whispering or saying words that Steve had no hope at all of overhearing.
She took my arm,
I don't know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said,
Clint snatched the drink right out of Tony's hand, chugging whatever was in it before placing the neon colored cup back into the scientist's hand. His face twisted slightly in disgust as the taste and flavor set in. But before he could quite hear Clint's complaining, Natasha had taken hold of his larger hand and wordlessly pulled him off the bar counter with ease.
Dumbstruck, the captain had no words to say as the smaller but deadlier woman guided him away from their companions and into the dancing mob. His heart was thumping and apprehension become the predominant emotion, because Steve Roger's still didn't know how to dance. Immediately, he yanked his hand free from Natasha's grip which caused her to spin and face him.
"What's wrong?" She raised her voice, making it just audible over the loud music. The lighting turned her white face into a shade of blue, a slightly uncomfortable shade because it reminded him of the Tesseract.
"I can't dance."
"What?" Natasha pointed to her ears as a sign that she had not heard him incase Steve didn't hear her.
"I can't dance!" Steve said louder, cheeks hearing up with embarrassment. He dropped his gaze, unable to look her in the eyes anymore. He prepared himself for some of her jokes, because the Black Widow was brilliant at delivering sly comments as she was at everything else. But there was only the music and suddenly he felt a tightening pressure around his hand again.
"Then I'll teach you," She said as if it was the most normal and obvious thing in the universe. She continued to trek towards the center of the dance floor, but found it difficult because Steve refused to budge.
"Come on Cap!" Natasha shot him a look, "Don't you trust me?"
Of course he did, he trusted her absolutely. So when she tried to pull him along again he followed. He trusted the Black Widow to kill or disarm any hostile that came their way, he trusted the Black Widow to get the job done, he trusted her to hold his back. He'd trusted her many times before.
"Oh, don't you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me."
I said, "You're holding back, "
She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me."
"God damn it Natasha!"
Captain America withheld the desire to swear any further as he studied the banquet across the street from his perch. For ten minutes he had been trying to get some form of recognition out of Natasha, some sign that said she could still near him. She hadn't said a word in ten minutes and he couldn't spot her with his high tech binoculars in the building. It shouldn't be this difficult to find a red head like Natasha, and yet she was making Find Waldo a piece of cake.
After the horrifically tragic deaths of nearly two hundred people at a wedding, Steve remembered the unnecessary detail that the groom and many guests were in the American Armed Force, Hill had sent him and Natasha to put a stop on another similar attack. Steve couldn't even comprehend the severity and fear these attacks caused, this was just wrong.
But as important and high stakes as the mission was, Steve was getting increasingly worried about Natasha's lack of response. What if she had been made? Or distracted? Or Hydra knew they were here and was waiting for Steve to make an idiotic move like barge straight into the banquet.
"Natasha!" Steve tried in one more fruitless effort. But this time he was rewarded.
"Will you shut up for five minutes? I'm working down here Steve," Natasha vehemently hissed, "Keep you red white and blue tights on."
That merely made the patriotic hero annoyed, but he kept his mouth shut so his anger didn't get the better of him. Sometimes working with the Black Widow was frustrating and other times it was exciting. But it was never easy.
"Where are you? I don't have visual on you," He spoke after mentally counting to ten.
"Will you calm down and trust me?" Natasha sighed, clearly getting frustrated with the soldier. Did he not understand that she was capable of taking care of herself? She misinterpreted his worry however, "I'm moving to the kitchen alright? Just calm down! Clint's less annoying than this."
The frustration and anger peeked again at the mention of the archer and Steve had to resist the urge of tearing the ear piece out right then and there. Of course she brings up Clint, her best friend and loyal partner who knew every little thing about the Black Widow. The archer who knew what was going on in her head before she needed to tell him. Clint was back at the tower, this was their mission. She had to get use to working with him, with telling him things and answering him when he wanted and needed to check on her. Especially when he lost visual of her!
Then he heard faint, barely distinguishable, grunts over her side of the com link, as well as the electrical buzz of her Widow bracelets. He heard the sound of glass shattering and couldn't keep himself silent much longer. What was happening?
"Natasha? Natasha what's happening down there?"
There was more grunts and buzzing and glass shattering before the red head answered, rather cooly really, "Just finishing the last of the Hydra catering staff."
Steve took that as his cue to need down and meet her. When he entered the kitchen, he was extremely surprised to see Natasha perched on one of the counters, eating the lasagna.
"I wouldn't touch the champagne or the wine, they're the tainted stuff," She smiled, "So when's Hill suppose to get here?"
Steve blanched, the one job he had and he had forgotten to do it. He definitely should have had more faith in her abilities, then he would have been more focused and remembered his one job on the mission. He winced as she glared at him and began to scold him for the forgetfulness. She never let it go either, she was always holding it over his head.
A backless dress and some beat up sneaks,
My discothèque, Juliet teenage dream.
I felt it in my chest as she looked at me.
I knew we were bound to be together,
Bound to be together
Steve turned back around, struggling to get even the slightest glimpse of his friends. He had to see what the other Avengers were doing, he had to see of they were trying to get video of this in their phones or watching with hysterical expressions. His blue eyes tried to scan over the heads,searching first for Thor. Being the tallest, if he found the Asgardian he was sure to see the others. He doubted they could have gone far in those few moments when his back was turned. Except Clint. But Clint was an exception because he was a trained assassin, meant to disappear from sight.
"Hey," A small hand grabbed him beneath his chin and jerked his head around, "Eyes on me soldier."
A tight feeling crept along his chest as Steve sucked in a breath of air. Those green eyes stared intently at him, with a gaze that made his breathing stop all together. It was the same feeling he got when he had been around Peggy, it was a breakers feeling that felt like asthma but wasn't asthma.
Natasha lowered her hand, gaze never leaving his and fell down on top of his hands. She moved closer to him and suddenly the WW2 soldier became very aware of how closely packed he was with everyone. He swore he could feel elbows and shoulders moving right against him, slightly grinding against him. It wasn't purposeful and yet no one was utterly ashamed about it. It was all closely backed, he was feeling claustrophobic. Suffocating. And yet the Black Widow moved closer to him, her hips and body swaying to the beat. Her movements were much slower and steadier than that of everyone else's, but Steve didn't mind. She was doing this for his benefit.
"Sorry," Steve tried to mimic her movement but the woman immediately stepped back.
"Whoa!" Her palms rested against his pectorals, her eyes widened a bit comically, "I know you're dying for some action Rogers but I don't think grinding is how you wanna do this. Especially when you would be doing it wrong."
The blonde's face turned a tomato red and he immediately averted his gaze. The embarrassment made it feel like his face was burning and it didn't help that he saw two young dancers doing exactly what Natasha had warned him off. The woman was in a slinky green strapless dress that showed more of her chest than he was comfortable with and was so short he thought he was going to see her underwear. And right behind her was a man pressing himself tightly towards her following her movements. And the poor soldier immediately turned away and stared at Natasha's ratty old sneakers.
'Oh jeez... Oh jeez why did I follow her out here?'
"Come on Steve," Natasha placed her hands atop of his again, patience in her voice. It was something he rarely heard from her before except in interrogations, and he couldn't help but stare at her in surprise. She then moved her hands to his hips and slowly guided his movements so he went back and forth. It was much different then her hip swinging motions. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
The moment Steve got the hang of it, Natasha removed her hands from his hip and picked up the speed of her movement. Steve glanced back towards the bar, struggling to find the others. And he saw Thor, the Asgardian waving to him and flashing him a giant thumbs up. Steve couldn't help but smile at the man's use of the gesture and saw Bruce sitting on a stool watching them. But he failed to see Tony and Clint, and some panic actually became present. He could only guess at what they were up to.
"HEY!" Steve spoke loudly over the music, "DID YOU SEE WHERE CLINT AND TONY WENT?"
"WHAT?" Natasha turned her head in the direction of their two friends and her nose scrunched up. Clearly she didn't know either and he took her expression as a sign that she was as suspicious as he was. But then she shrugged and said, "IDIOTS ARE SOMEWHERE. BRUCE WOULDN'T LET THEM DO ANYTHING STUPID."
"ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?"
She took my arm,
I don't know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said,
Tony laid on the ever so comfortable couch in the communal living room of the Tower. The scientist groaned obnoxiously loud as footsteps echoed, their direction becoming closer and closer to the conjoining kitchenette. Tony turned over and buried his face into his pillow. But then he caught a whiff of the thing he was using as his pillow. It smelled faintly of whiskey with a stronger odor of beer and a very faint musty scent that scratched some familiarity in the back of his head. Then he noticed that it was far more firmer than his sofa's pillows and dared to open his eyes and see what he was sleeping on.
A horrendously loud yelp came from the billionaire, and he rolled loudly off of the couch and onto the floor as Clint shouted in response. The archer stared at the philanthropist and the philanthropist stared back, both processing the fact that they more or less slept together. Sure, it was in the non-sexual way but that didn't excuse the fact that they were sleeping with each other and likely cuddling. Or whatever they could have done on the couch without one or both of them falling.
"The fuck?" An irate feminine voice said lowly as Natasha glared at her archer companion and Tony. She was on a separate, smaller couch, curled up on her side and her red hair riddled with a decent bed head look. If she wasn't dealing with a headache herself and the deadliest woman alive, it would have been a rather endearing position for her.
"Language Romanov," Steve called, the scent of coffee diffusing through the air. But his voice stayed at a tolerable volume.
"Shut up Steve," The woman grumpily answered, eyes narrowing further at the two who caused her to awaken. Clint gulped, recognizing her 'I will kill you' look and pointed at Tony so she had someone more specific to blame.
As Tony began to loudly and over dramatically make a scene about the incident he had awoken in, Natasha shuffled very silently towards the coffee maker. She ignored the cans and bottles she found scattered on the floor and merely reached into the cabinets for a mug. However, before she could ask where it was, Steve held out her favorite mug.
The mug was plain white but in thin, black curly text said 'I'm Not Bossy. I Am the Boss'. It was an ordinary, squarish mug. For some reason, she loved this mug way more than she liked the special black mugs Tony had ordered for her with the red hour glass symbol on them with quotes she had said. Sayings like 'Thank you for your cooperation' and 'This is like Budapest all over again'. But the best part a out this mug, Steve had filled it to the very brim with delicious coffee with just a pinch of sugar. Just how she liked it.
"Thank you," She whispered, greedily drinking it. It was then that Tony spoke up loudly, disturbing her peace again.
"Hey Romanov? You gonna share that?"
"Fuck off Stark."
"Steve? Bring me some?" Tony turned pleadingly to the soldier, sending out his fake puppy dog like expression.
"Come get it yourself Tony, I'm running late!"
Tony watched the two as they disappeared out of the room, mouth hanging over just slightly. He watched with a slightly exasperated expression and turned to Clint, to find the archer missing from the couch. Turning his head in a few jerky motions, he found the archer at the kitchenette, pouring himself some coffee from his own mug.
"What the hell is the matter with those two?"
"Excuse me?" Clint raised an eyebrow. The mug was just centimeters from his lips and he furrowed his brows impatiently at Tony because, well, coffee!
"Those two are obviously pining away for each other!" Tony went on, and for a moment Clint wasn't sure if this was a serious conversation or a side affect from Tony's hangover. The man's brain did have periods of logical shut down, more frequently after he had been drinking heavily. Like last night, "Why can't they just work up the courage and just do something about it?"
"You aren't the only one impatiently waiting, I've been trying to give Nat subtle hints about it. Except apparent I haven't been subtle enough and now unless she's either tipsy from major blood loss and really drunk then mentioning it has become a death sentence."
"We ought to do something," Tony said, clear and confident, "We need to fix them up with one another."
"How do you suppose we do that?"
"Love potion, that's how."
"You know there are easier ways to do this right?" Clint leaned against the wall in Tony's lab, watching the scientist as he stood in front of what looked like an extremely complicated chemistry set. It sort of reminded Clint of the equipment a mad scientist in the cartoons had, with all the round and strange shape containers and the different changing colors.
"They'd be expecting us to lock them in the closet together. Steve isn't that clueless and Romanov is hung over, not stupid. Besides, that's so cliche. This is way more fun!"
"Giving our friends an untested, possibly lethal concoction is considered fun?"
"Calm down it'll be totally safe!"
"How do you know? Have you done this before?"
"Well, no. But just trust me!"
Clint scowled, silently regretting this decision. If they accidentally hospitalized one of their friends or, worse, killed Natasha and/or Steve then not only will the other be de vastly heartbroken but they'll die if they found out. And Coulson would totally contribute in the killing if Steve was the one hurt or killed. He still couldn't quite understand how Tony was so confident in a love potion. It was fictional, the objects of literature and movies. As magical and unreal as Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings.
Tony stood bent over his work, cautiously watching the screens and the chemical compounds. Simulations ran as he worked, his hands quickly but cautiously adding different chemicals. The solution shifted from shades to different colors all together, going from extremely like red to green to yellow to a mixture of two or more colors. He watched as it bubbled, a sign a chemical reaction was indeed taking place.
"Sir, the simulations report that the desired effect you wanted is taking place."
Tony smiled brightly as JARVIS told him this. He turned to the simulations, staring at the brain images. The purpose of the "love potion" was to increase activity in the region of the brain that let's off chemical reactions when someone is feeling a strong attraction. The idea was to make that feeling so overwhelming that, when accompanied with a desire to kiss someone, became so unbearable they needed to be expressed.
"Now," Tony smiled, pouring the solution out into a vial and corking it, "Who shall we use this on?"
It had been decided, that while sober, Steve would be a much easier target than Natasha. Natasha was a master at picking up changes in behavior and one look at either Clint or Tony would tell her something was going on. But Steve, Steve wouldn't be able to notice it as well as Natasha. Especially if Clint placed his spy skills to good use and masked his true intentions.
It was a two person plan honestly, while Steve was doing his daily work out routine, Tony would have JARVIS ask him to come immediately to the kitchen on the grounds that it was important. Tony would make up some excuse, giving Clint plenty of time to sneak in through the air ducts and taint Steve's water bottle. At first the archer was worried that the substance would be extremely noticeable in the flower, as it was a translucent red, but then Tony told him how Steve cut up strawberries and used them to flavor his water, turning it a reddish color. That made Clint feel reassured that their ploy wouldn't be discovered.
Clint had dropped down the minute Steve had exited the room and grabbed the man's water bottle. For a moment he stared at the red water, with chunks of fruit sitting on the bottom and floating just a bit as the water sloshed around a bit. Clint hurried to unscrew the cap and quickly took the stopper off of the vial. He stared at the vial and then the water bottle suddenly unsure of how much he should put in. But he heard footsteps coming, an unexpected and unplanned for event, and he quickly poured the entire vial in and screwed the cap back on. He stuffed the vial into his pockets and ran to secure the vent covering back where it belonged. Then, the footsteps closer now, he ran to the nearest elliptical machine and acted as though he was just beginning his own work out. There was no time to scurry back the way he had came.
Natasha entered, in her black tank top and dark grey sweats. She glanced at Clint as she entered, staring at his attire. Her eyes squinted slightly suspicious at him but shrugged and said nothing. Clint exhaled in relief and watched as she went to the punching bag Steve had abandoned. That merely made the archer smirk to himself, another small detail that confirmed how right the two were for each other.
After a little bit with Steve no where in sight, Clint suspected he was likely lecturing Tony on the meaning of "important", Natasha turned to him and asked, "Where'd Steve go?"
"Not sure," He noticed she was watching his stuff with an inquisitive and puzzled looked. Then he saw her reach down for his water bottle and Clint felt his heart constrict. Uh oh.
As she unscrewed the top he quickly tried to stop her, "Are you sure you should be drinking his water without his-"
"I do it all the time Barton," Had this not been a very crucial, game changing situation, Clint would have stored that information under more reasons to believe that Natasha liked Steve. And without another word, Natasha tilted her head back a bit and started to chug a bit of water down.
It took four seconds for her to drop the water and give a startling scream. Clint's heart stopped and his breathing stopped as he leapt off of the elliptical and ran to her, "Natasha! Natasha what's wrong?"
Natasha clung to him tightly, staring straight ahead. Her breathing was shaky and her nails dug painfully through his shirt. Clint began to worry she was having some sort of flash back or hallucination, "Nat? Nat say something! What's wrong? What's happening?"
Natasha didn't say anything though, her eyes blinking rapidly and her head spinning this way and that. After what felt like forever for the super soldier, Steve and Tony burst into the gym and ran to the two assassins. Steve stared at the two, eyes wide, "What's wrong? What's happening?" Tony stood there pale faced.
"I don't know-" Clint started to explain when Natasha cut him off.
"I-I can't see." Her voice sounded shaky, "Everything's pink. I can't see anything but pink..."
Clint turned to Tony, forgetting that Natasha and Steve were there as the super solider helped Natasha slowly release Clint, "I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS GOING TO WORK!"
"Hey! Hey-" Tony stared at the water bottle, at the water that was left on the mats and said sheepishly, "It-It may be possible that the chemical make up of the strawberry water altered the love potion and drastically changed the effects."
"Wait," Steve intervened, "Did you say love potion?"
Natasha, who had almost totally released Clint, gripped his arm in an extremely tight grip she reserved for throttling people and hissed, "What the hell did you do to me?"
Neither Clint nor Tony wanted to tell the two a single word about trying to set them up. Tony merely began to nervously chuckle, "Heh, funny story..."
"Oh, don't you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me."
I said, "You're holding back, "
She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me."
The moment Steve's back was turned, Clint and Tony had immediately snuck off. The two of them maneuvered cautiously around the edge of the dance floor, taking great care to not get spotted by Natasha and Steve or get sucked in to the endless dancing themselves.
They quietly approached the DJ's booth, Tony slipping a hand into his pocket incase the man needed an incentive to complete their request. For a moment the man didn't notice him, head ducked down as he quickly tried to eat some appetizers without anyone on the dance floor noticing. The poor guy was starving, and being seen eating while at the turn table was a bit of a turn off for people. He couldn't explain why, it just was.
"Hey," Clint spoke up a bit, catching the guy's attention.
"What can I help you dudes with?"
"Immediate request for tango," Tony says, "I don't care by who."
"Tango? Nat would have to do all the leading and Steve will look like an idiot. Salsa!"
"Salsa? That's not distinguishable enough, no one will give them space!"
"Tango requires a man to lead!"
"So does salsa, and really Barton, I'm pretty sure they don't."
"That tango requires Steve to know how to do it! He can't learn in the moment!"
The DJ watched as they fought, blinking he fire he finally said, "Yo dudes. The songs gonna end soon. Tell me what you want or I'm gonna pick something myself."
Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "You see that hopeless blonde with the red head in the center?"
"Yeah?"
"The guy doesn't know how to dance whatsoever. And we're trying to set them up. So... What kind of song would you recommend for someone to pick up quickly."
The DJ looked at them, "I do have one song, but it's not the most romantic."
"What is it?"
Oh, come on girl!
Steve grinned earnestly as he looked at Natasha, "I think I'm getting the hang of it!" He spoke to her. Natasha smiled, flashing him a thumbs up as the loud music completely obliterated their ear drums.
Suddenly, the music took a turn. The loud generic music Steve had associated to be pop in this century turned slightly into some sort of western like music. There was the strumming of an acoustic guitar in the background and then high pitch children voices over took the club.
"I DON'T WANT TO BE A CHICKEN I DON'T WANT TO BE A DUCK SO I SHAKE MY BUTT"
Steve and Natasha paused, as did everyone else on the dance floor before they started to do, in Steve's opinion, the weirdest dance ever. Everyone opened and closed their hands during the chicken lyric like a bird opening and closing their beaks. At the duck part everyone had their elbows bent and flapping them like they were wings. It was at this point that Natasha had reluctantly joined in.
"Just copy the crowd!" She told him and he watched with wide eyes as she, and everyone else began to wiggle their butts like the song had said.
Deep in her eyes,
I think I see the future.
I realize this is my last chance.
A random woman had grabbed him by the arm, linking them and suddenly Steve found himself trotting to the right with a stranger as some sort of square dance like tune played in the background. Then the woman detached herself and went for his other arm, and thankfully Steve was prepared this time. Glancing back, he saw Natasha doing the same with a man who was slightly swaying on his feet. He saw her nose scrunched up in distaste from the alcoholic aroma no doubt coming off of the stranger. For some reason, it sent a hot spike right up through Steve's chest.
The woman slipped off of his arm and Natasha slipped away from her partner, moving closer to Steve. She spotted Tony and Clint standing by the DJ, Tony filming it all on his phone. Steve followed her gaze and saw Clint, his lips moving.
"Those asses!" Natasha swore, "I'm going to kill them!"
She moved to take a step forward towards them, but then her arm had been hooked with a strangers and she was off prancing arm and arm with some random girl in a circle. Steve craned his hand back as he trotted around himself, not even looking at the stranger who linked arms with him in order to keep his eyes on her. On that shock of red hair. Something continued to burn through him and he realized that this protective, angry feeling was possibly jealousy. As ridiculous as this song was, he didn't want anyone dancing with Natasha. He didn't want any stranger dancing with her, he was suppose to be dancing with her. She was his partner.
He tore away as that ended, grabbing Natasha gently by the shoulders. Everyone around them was going from beaks to wings, he didn't really have much time. Not before she was swept away from him again. Her green eyes locked onto his blue orbs before they fell very briefly onto her lips. He leaned down, eyes closed and kissed her. His arms wrapped around her waist protectively, and he swore he heard Tony wolf whistling. Natasha's body tensed beneath his and then she relaxed beneath him.
She took my arm,
I don't know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said,
Natasha pulled away, just in time to slip her arm through Steve's and trot around with him in a circle. Her eyes stared at him, brighter and suddenly fuller with life. It was like Steve had opened something up deep inside of her, clearer than he'd ever seen her.
As they spun to go from right to left, Natasha leaned up into the tips of her toes and kissed him back. Murmuring softly against his lips, she whispered in Russian a phrase she knew he would never understand. Her hands went to his face, cupping his cheeks and pulled him a bit closer. And suddenly there was a small radius of space around them as people made way for them. The music went forgotten to the two Avengers, just needing to have each other for a little bit more. They waited far too long, they were never going to go so long without one another again.
"Oh, don't you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me."
I said, "You're holding back, "
She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance!"
As Steve pulled away for air, he rested his forehead against hers and gave a breathless grin. Natasha stared up at him, her hands lacing their fingers through his. She started to guide him back and forth, in a sort of stationary like waltz, despite the fast paced music going on around them. The chicken song had disappeared, replaced with Ariana Grande.
Green eyes stared back at innocent blue orbs, small hands wrapped around larger, slightly more calloused ones. They slowly spun in a clockwise circle with each interchangeable step, back and forth. They rocked on their toes and heels, standing so closed together it was like they were two puzzle pieces stuck together. Toes touched but didn't overlap one another, the tips of the sneakers grazing each other.
Eventually, the crowd closed a little bit more around them. Drawing closer and closer towards the dancing lovers. But they didn't interrupt the intimidate moment one bit, because the two didn't notice a single thing other than each other.
"Don't you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me."
I said, "You're holding back, "
She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me."
It was then, as the two made their way back to the bar, that Steve noticed Clint and Tony. The super soldier scowled as he watched them, eyes diverted from the red haired beauty in front of him to watch the sly tricksters. As elated and freeing as it was to finally have her in arms reach, to kiss her and have her close, he couldn't help but feel like their trickery deserved some sort of consequence. Especially for that humiliating chicken dance.
Natasha stared at him, knowing without even turning her head what he was gazing at. She pressed her lips to his in a small kiss and whispered as she withdrew just slightly, "Don't worry about them," She murmured, "We'll get revenge."
"I just can't believe they couldn't leave us alone to figure it out. And that Tony had to record it on his phone. It's like he has to record our entire lives on it, he can never keep his hands off it sometimes. You'd think after nearly blinding you they'd stop, the beating you gave them should have been more than a persuasive incentive on why not. I just can't believe-"
Natasha slid her hand up to direct his gaze back at her, "Shut up and just dance with me."
He happily complied.
Ooh-ooh-hoo, shut up and dance with me
Ooh-ooh-hoo, shut up and dance with me
Clint smirked as he approached the bar, making a quick order to the man behind the counter. He then turned to the others with a grin, declaring proudly, "Aren't you guys gonna congratulate us? We got those two crazy kids together?"
"And that is an impressive task Archer," Thor amended, "But do you not have any concerns for your immediate safety?"
"Why should we?" Tony asked, hopping onto a bar stool and taking the glass of gin Clint ordered for him.
"Because the Lady Romanov is sending you a very intimidating look."
Clint and Tony glanced at the dance floor, seeing Natasha. Her eyes were watching them from over Steve's shoulder, flashing dangerously at them. Her lips were curled up in a devious, trademark Black Widow smirk which promised sweet sweet revenge. The two paled a bit and looked at Natasha before she disappeared from view behind the crowd of dancers.
"You guys should have minded your business," Bruce commented, "Or at least been more careful about them not seeing you up there."
"Thanks Bruce so much for that now useless advice," Tony spoke monotonously.
The chicken dance was the only dance I knew Steve would catch on to and the nest I could describe. Plus, humor. Why dance the tango when you can do the chicken dance? The wedding attack described in the flash back, that happened in Agents of SHIELD. I forget which episode but it's in season two.
Also, Season Two of Agent Carter. Peggy doesn't have an easy love life does she? First Steve and then Sousa... The poor girl.
Please Review. I'll get you the video of Romanogers kissing during the chicken dance. And tell you what Natasha murmured to Steve in Russian during the kiss!
Any song suggestions? I do want to thank GabycatStark13 for her reviews. While I write these for fun, the praise is extremely appreciated.
