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 responds.
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"You know, I've always wanted to go to Disney Store."
Natasha raises an eyebrow at the super soldier, taking a sip of her chocolate milkshake amusedly. "You haven't been there yet?"
"When you've been asleep for seventy years, you tend to miss a lot," Steve says, stealing a fry from Natasha's side. The spy retaliates by snatching Steve's nuggets, dunking it into his ketchup and popping it into her mouth.
"We'll be sure to take a lot of pictures," Natasha smirks and pockets the camera. "Almost done?"
Steve finished his fries, smiling. "This is truly an all-American meal."
Natasha chuckles. "Well, you are Captain America," she says, standing up and collecting the mess the two made onto a tray.
Steve stands up as well, placing his mess on the tray and takes it from the spy, throwing it into the garbage.
"Shall we?" he says, offering his arm.
Natasha smiled and links her arm into his. "We shall."
The two walk out of McDonald's arm in arm, with Steve, living up to his 40's morals, opens the door for the spy. Steve and Natasha admired the view of the bright 'M' behind them, immediately running back to pose for pictures in front of it.
Once finished, the pair find themselves in the middle of Times Square, peering around for their next activity.
"Where do you wanna go next?" Natasha asked, squeezing the soldier's hand.
Steve points at the giant Disney store, smiling. "Didn't we agree to go there earlier?"
Natasha chuckles and pulls Steve towards the giant Disney store. The two go inside and look around, awed at their surroundings.
"Well, isn't this something?" Steve gapes.
Natasha nods, at a loss for words. Suddenly, her eyes land on the princess costumes, and she bolts, Steve hot on her heels.
The redhead grabs the closest princess costume she could find and rushes into the dressing room whilst Steve picks out a spacesuit outfit from the boy's rack, ducking into the dressing room next to Natasha.
Natasha sauntered out of the dressing room clad in a Cinderella ball gown, giggling slightly. "I feel like a princess," she whispers, twirling in front of the full length body mirror.
"Because you are," Steve says from inside his dressing room. He then steps out, clad in a Buzz Lightyear costume.
Natasha chortles. "I'm just surprised they have it in your size, given that you're a super soldier."
Steve shrugs. "Maybe I just got lucky. Picture?" he asked, holding up his M&M camera.
Natasha smiles. "Of course."
"Strike a pose," Steve whispers, and Natasha obliged, smiling brightly. Steve wraps an arm around the princess, and snaps the photo. Once finished, Steve peers around the store. "Wanna try on some more?"
Natasha bites her lip and twirls around in front of the mirror once again. "No, I'm good," she says. "I'd like to stay a princess."
"Well then," Steve says, taking a costume off the rack and hiding it behind his back. "I'll be right back."
Natasha smiles at her reflection in the mirror, feeling more like a kid than herself at the moment. She twirled around once more, gave herself a curtesy and did a little dance in her heels.
"Oh where oh where could my prince charming be?" she sang to her reflection.
"Right here," Steve's voice pipes behind her and Natasha turns around to see Steve, clad in a Prince Charming get-up.
"Wow, Steve," Natasha smirks, walking towards the soldier with a smile. "You look rather daunting."
Steve blushed. "I thought it would fit the occasion."
"Would you like to dance?" Natasha asks, extending her hand.
"I don't know how to dance," Steve says, casting his eyes down to the floor.
Natasha smiles and grabs his hands. "Don't worry. I can teach you."
A/N: A little more insightpin what happened during Natasha and Steve's trek to Disney Store. (: