Child's Play
Summary: Or, how Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff fell in love.
A/N: This will be a collection of drabbles, because curse my writer's block- I can't stick to one story without starting another one. So this is just drabbles & thank god I've stumbled upon 'The Nanny Diaries' or else I wouldn't be fangirling this hard.
As well, since school is coming up in a week or so, this is my attempt at trying to get back into the 'writing scene' for Language Arts, considering I haven't been writing frequently.
There is no timeline to these chapters.
No beta & all mistakes are mine.
Please review- & I hope you enjoy.
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Disclaimer: As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, I, passionately happy, do not own any recognizable parties used in this fanfiction.
"Love is for children," she says.
"It doesn't have to be," he replies.
quatorze.
"Excuse me, ma'am but would you mind handing me that pack of crackers?"
Natasha sighed. "Steve, how many times do I have to tell you that you don't need to call me ma'am? It makes me feel like an old lady. Call me Natasha."
Steve blushed. "Well okay, er, Miss Natasha."
Natasha tosses a pack of Ritz Crackers at Steve and he smiles at her, grateful. "Thank you ma'am."
"Oh my gosh, what did we just go over?" Natasha eyes Steve critically, sighing.
"Old habits die hard, ma'a- Natasha," he replies, hastily eating some crackers.
Natasha paused as she set up the coffee machine. "What started this whole ma'am thing anyway? Is it a 1940's thing?"
Steve sighs and sits down at the table, making little piles of ritz crackers. "It's actually a military thing. If you called a person of authority their given name or refused to call them ma'am or sir, you would be punished severely."
Natasha chuckled, poured herself a cup of coffee and hot chocolate for Steve and sat next to him at the table. "I don't punish unless the person is really, really bad," she says, handing him a cup complete with marshmallows. Steve nodded his thanks, but kept his eyes on the crackers.
"Look, Steve," Natasha says, lying her hand on top of his, making him pause his cracker quest. "I trust you. Okay? I can't emphasize this enough- the Black Widow trusts you. So I'm going to allow you to a privilege only Clint has. Ready?"
Steve nods, eyes still fixated on Natasha's hand. "Ready."
"I will allow you," Natasha took a deep breath, "to call me as many nicknames as you desire. Nat, Tash, Tasha, whatever you want. Except Natalie, I hate that. But otherwise," Natasha smiles, "you have free reign. Enjoy it. I do not give out these opportunities frequently. Make good use of it."
"I plan to, ma'a- Nat."
Natasha raised an eyebrow at the almost-slip. "Close one there, soldier. Nice one."
Steve smiles and gulped down his hot chocolate. "I try."
A/N: IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE -
Firstly, I must state that each chapter is its own one shot. As in, it does not relate to any of the other chapters unless stated so. Although I may write some follow-up chapters: like what happened after Steve and Natasha's drunken kiss, after Natasha sang her song to Steve, what the Avengers did during their snow tour, or much recently, what happened after Steve's failed attempt to get over Peggy by kissing Nat.
If anyone's interested in that, let me know!
Secondly, I need to tell you that I'm absolutely elated at the response I'm getting so far. (: Thank you guys for reviewing, adding my story to your favourites and following! It makes my heart feel super happy!