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One of my longer oneshots, and for those who wanted Steve back, here you go :D Mini reference to Voyeur in the Gym (the first oneshot in this series for those who have just joined us :D ) & Elevator Escapades.

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Bluff

Steve had played poker a few times back in his day. But then it was usually for money and not chores. Pepper had decided early on that each Avenger had to do a set amount of chores since they had scared off the last four maids she had hired.

Poker was usually a somewhat silent game, with the occasional smart remark or quip; playing with Tony meant it was guaranteed to be a loud game.

Tony sat next to Steve trying to teach him how to play despite being told he already knew; Thor had stopped paying attention and kept yelling 'LIAR' at the top of his voice when someone bluffed. He claimed it was a most dishonourable game, but held no problem when he won. Bruce sat silently next to Thor, followed by Clint, with Natasha between him and Steve. Pepper had chosen not to stay after Tony had gotten loud and obnoxious. Besides, Steve knew she had things to do.

"Should we be drinking? We should drink when we lose. Let's spice this up!" Tony declared.

He made his way to the bar and filling tumblers with the drinks shouted at him from the rest of the group. Balancing the glasses, he handed them out.

"Hey, what about me?" Natasha complained.

"I didn't forget. I just didn't have hands for a bottle." He laughed.

At the bar, he pulled out a bottle of vodka.

"I knew there was a reason I came tonight." She eagerly took the bottle from him.

By midnight they were all pleasantly buzzed.

As Tony rattled on about his latest project, Steve took a moment to look at their dysfunctional group of heroes. Thor was trying to peak at everyone else's cards; Tony had his poker face on: a.k.a. not paying attention to his cards at all but still somehow winning, and Bruce was looking bored.

He became confused when he glanced at Clint; he was flushed, but it was so slight that Steve doubted any of the others had noticed it. Clint was never flushed. Maybe the alcohol had gotten to him?

Steve snuck another glance at Natasha who held the same smirk/poker-face she always wore but this one had a new edge to it.

He didn't think much of it until he dropped a card onto the floor. When he bent to pick it up he finally understood. Natasha was bare footed and one was placed in Clint's lap. It explained why she was seated on an angle in her chair. Steve didn't stay down long enough to want to see what she was doing. He may have been a 1940s man but he could still figure out what was happening.

When he came back up he could feel his face burning and when he looked at Natasha she just smirked at him.

He tried to ignore the flush of heat that ran through his body, for he knew where their night was heading. Ever since the gym he'd been careful not to be alone in the same room with them. They were calm about everything but he sure as hell wasn't. He wasn't use to such things, he wasn't accustomed to such public displays of . . . this wasn't affection was it? Lust maybe? Whatever it was all it did was make Steve think about the other time and everything that happened.

Before he could think about it any further Natasha sat up straight, and from the sideways glance at Clint he knew they were up to something.

She folded, placing her cards down and moving to stand.

"What? We only just got started!" Tony protested.

"I'm bored and you're cheating anyway. Besides I've got some movies Jarvis has waiting for me."

Steve noticed that both Clint and Tony watched her as she left. He wasn't sure whose thoughts would be the dirtiest but both had their eyes firmly stuck on her backside.

After she had left the room, Clint turned to Tony. "You're counting the cards again aren't you?"

"What! Me! That's an outrageous claim that is fully supported by the fact that I am winning."

Steve raised the bet, throwing in his laundry and vacuuming chores. He was bluffing (the best he had was two fours) but if Tony was cheating then it didn't matter. Steve was only really playing for the social aspect of it.

Tony called Steve's bluff and once cards were shown Tony whooped in excitement and shoved the pile of paper chores away from him. "Take them!"

The chores were distributed, with Clint taking the ones for Natasha. She wouldn't know if he swapped his 'take out the garbage' for her 'washing dishes'.

Clint then got up, making for the door.

"Legolas? You not gonna stay?"

"Nah, I've got work to do."

"That's a bad bluff, Robin Hood! We know who you're really doing." Tony said, and Steve wasn't sure whether Clint just ignored him or didn't hear.

"Are we playing again?" Tony asked the remaining Avengers.

"It is late; I believe it is time for me to return to Lady Jane. Thank you Man of Iron for introducing me to your custom." Even at night, Thor still hadn't grasped the concept of an 'inside voice'.

"Not a custom, Thor. A game. For fun."

"I enjoyed this game very much. I wish to participate again tomorrow."

"How about I teach you some new ones, yeah?" Tony offered. There were only so many chores to do. Maybe they could play with M&Ms. Steve didn't hang around after that. There was no point since Bruce and Tony had started drifting the topic of conversation towards inventions and creating stretchy pants for the Hulk.

Steve was silent in walking back to the elevator. It was a weave of corridors that he still got lost in.

He froze to the spot. Perhaps this wouldn't have happened if he had taken the stairs, but he was currently staring wide eyed at the two assassins who were none the wiser about his presence. Again.

Steve tried to do that subtle cough that people did to announce their presence but it came out as more of a choking cough. They weren't startled. Of course not. They were assassins.

"Hey, Steve." Natasha smiled at him casually, as if she hadn't been pinned roughly to the wall with her legs wrapped possessively around the archer's waist.

Barton just smirked as if he had been leaving hickeys down her neck as his hand massaged her breast under her shirt.

Steve's eyes darted to the elevator behind them as it opened as if on cue. Silently, they gathered inside; Clint pushing the buttons for his and Steve's floor.

Steve could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. Just being in an elevator with those two made him flustered. He should have taken the stairs.

In his peripheral vision he could see Clint's hand wondering up Natasha, stroking her arm, her eyes glazed over, lips parted. Steve felt bad for interrupting them . . . again.

"Do you remember our conversation in the gym? When you saw us?" Natasha asked him. Her voice was soft enough that it didn't startle him out of his thoughts.

"Steve, you don't have to be embarrassed." She interrupted him,

"Yes, yes I do, and you should be angry. I shouldn't have been here. It was rude and very disrespectful of me to watch."

"It's okay, really." The sincerity in her voice shocked him.

"I meant it, Steve. You're allowed to be curious, and it's okay to get flustered by these things. You shouldn't feel embarrassed."

"No, I should. It's not proper—"

"Screw proper, Steve." She said calmly. "Have you ever done something because you wanted to, because the urge to do it was so powerful that proper and improper couldn't stop you?"

Steve shook his head.

"I don't want to come between you two. I know you've told Stark that it's nothing, I still don't—"

"We've already talked about it. A fair bit actually."

"Do you trust us?" Clint asked him, making Steve realise that he held the same intensity in his eyes as Natasha did.

Again, Steve nodded.

"You don't have to fondue," and Steve could swear she was teasing him slightly by the smirk she gave him. "But we can show you a few things. We know it must be hard, adjusting to all this, and unlike Stark, we won't embarrass you while trying to help you adjust."

Steve knew exactly what she was talking about. Tony had a habit of getting near-piss-drunk and doing humiliating things. His worst to date was when he gladly announced to the woman he was pushing onto Steve that he was a virgin, followed by many analogies and variations of the term. The woman had taken pity on Steve, not knowing his actual standing on 'fondue' and assuming he had just never found "the one", when in fact his one was trapped years in the past waiting for him to take her dancing. Pity was something Steve couldn't stand, and it had taken him a moment to realise that what Nat and Clint were offering, that their expressions and intentions were not that of pity, but of support and true desire to assist Steve in the one thing he was still trying to figure out himself.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad offer. He had gotten use to the brazen displays of affection (though his blushing response had missed that memo), and the idea of sex being part of everyday culture. After everything that had happened in the gym, he wasn't surprised that they were comfortable with this.

"Come on."

Maybe taking the elevator wasn't such a bad idea after all.

A/N: I like the idea that Nat and Clint would help Steve with the whole idea of sex, but I don't really like how this turned out, but I felt really bad for not updating sooner so I hope you enjoyed it anyway :D

I've got about 7 more of oneshot ideas written down so there will be more :D