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Happy Tuesday! This is a smaller chapter (The smallest yet and will probably be the only one under two thousand words. But, I wanted this scene on its own!

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Steve sighed and stretched, his back popping satisfyingly. The pain had decreased tremendously by now, but there was still a lingering throbbing in his spine. He'd received a message from Natasha the other day, asking him to stop by her room after she got back from Stark's. It was dark out, and he'd just gotten an update saying her quinjet had successfully landed in the hangar. Now he was headed to her room.

The halls were fairly deserted as the techs got to work in the hangar to check over the recently-returned quinjet, meaning it took much less time to get there.

"Natasha?" He called as he knocked on her door.

"Enter," She called.

He pushed the door open and walked in. Why was her furniture pushed to the side of the room? "Where are you?" He asked, not finding her in the living room.

Natasha walked in. "Right here." She walked over to her laptop and clicked on some music.

Steve recognised the beat almost instantly- it's one they'd danced to before. "Is this why you asked me to come?" He asked needlessly. He already had a feeling that it was.

She nodded. "Yes. We're going to a wedding, so we need to practice our dancing." She stepped over to him. "Are you ready?"

He smirked. "I'm always ready to dance with a pretty lady like you." He said smoothly, meeting her halfway.

Natasha smiled at him, placing one hand on his shoulder. "Pepper asked me to be her maid of honour." She informed him, holding out her other hand to take his.

"Really? That's quite an… well, an honour!" Steve exclaimed, smiling happily. "Did you say yes?" He took her hand and they began swaying in time with the steady tempo.

"Straighten your back, I'm going to teach you the waltz- everybody needs to know it for the wedding," Natasha informed him before she started to slowly lead him to the slow song. "I did say yes," She confirmed softly after a few steps.

He followed her lead willingly as she taught him the moves. "That's great!" He chuckled softly. "It's amazing how close you two have gotten." He commented.

Natasha looked up at him, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "It's strange. I first met her when I was undercover- didn't know we'd actually become friends."

"Lots of things seem to happen undercover without us noticing." Steve said with a knowing grin.

"I'm not sure pretending to date you because you wanted your friend to think you were happy is really undercover. Seeing as we didn't actually do anything," Natasha replied, slightly amused.

"I don't know about that- I mean, we bonded, didn't we? You slept in my bed, we watched movies… That's what I would consider 'doing something'." Steve argued lightly.

Natasha shook her head slightly, "I suppose the sharing a bed was different- but the rest of it was just us being… well, us. Nothing more than friends at that time." She paused. "We don't even actually share a bed now, so even that wasn't technically real to a relationship…"

Steve chuckled. "Sometimes a relationship develops through friendship. The more time we spent as friends, the more we got to know each other and what we liked about each other. It counts in my book."

"Strengthen your arm- it's too sloppy," Natasha criticised teasingly.

He did as told, although distractedly. "That was a lot of fun; you're a lot of fun once you let loose a little." He said, thinking back to those days spent undercover.

Natasha tilted her head. "Is that so? I'd love it if you let loose more, too… you're pretty closed off sometimes- I can't always work out what you're thinking."

"Really? I always thought I was an open book." He replied, slightly surprised.

"Not always; sometimes you are. You used to be," She informed him. "Now, though, I'm having trouble reading you- what you want, what you're thinking."

He found a chance and he took it, despite the reservations in the back of his head. "Let me give you a hint." And he leaned forward and kissed her.

Natasha let go of his hand, her fingers grazing his skin as she slid her hand up to grasp the back of his neck as she returned the kiss.

Happiness blossomed in him before he reluctantly pulled away. "Can you read me any better now?" He asked cheekily.

She smiled up at him. "I'm not sure. I think I need another hint." She teased, pulling his head back down for another kiss.

He happily obliged.

Natasha pulled away and looked him in the eye. "Fine, let's do it." She agreed.

What? Where had that come from? "Let's do… what?" He asked.

"Go to the wedding together- Pepper said she'd prefer if I took a date. So, why the hell not?" Natasha replied, shrugging like it was no big deal.

A big smile pulled at his mouth and his insides lifted in elation. "Great! That's… That's so great!" He couldn't think of anything else to say, so instead settled for hugging her- an awkward thing at first, considering the major height difference. "Thank you."

"Okay… okay…" Natasha patted his back. "No need for this sappy crap. It's just a wedding- this can't be the first wedding you've gone to. Just calm down. It's not a big deal."

Steve laughed. "You're right- not my first. My first wedding was my seventy-year-old aunt's, and wasn't that a blast." He said sarcastically, recalling how long it had taken for Aunt Jem to hobble down the aisle.

Natasha chuckled. "We're supposed to be dancing." She reminded him, straightening back up.

He smiled to himself before following her lead again. "Alright, alright." She led him through the steps again before he finally got a grasp of it. "This is fun!"

"I suppose it is, when you have the right dancing partner," Natasha replied. "You're a natural."

"Thank you- you, too." He responded, giving her a twirl just for the fun of it. He loved how graceful she was. "Seriously, you're, like, a professional!"

Natasha smiled. "Thanks, I've had a lot of practice. I actually really like dancing… nearly as much as I like this..." She drifted off as she captured his lips with hers, holding him to her.

Steve responded in kind, returning the kiss eagerly. When they pulled apart, he looked down into her eyes and couldn't stop himself from admitting his feelings for her. "I love you." And was quick to find that he wasn't as surprised with himself as he should have been. It was the truth, and it needed to be said.

"What?" Natasha spoke as she recoiled away from him like she'd been burnt. "You… what?"

Steve's heart sank a little at the less-than-favorable reaction. He'd hoped she'd return the sentiment… "I… I love you, Natasha." He repeated, less confident than before. Had he spoken too early in their relationship? Would she leave him now?

Thank you for reading! I hoped you liked them dancing :P