Child's Play

Summary: Or, how Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff fell in love.

I need some prompts! Lack of prompts may prompt me to go on a hiatus for lack of ideas and sometimes, chapters may seem repetitive. So please please give me prompts!

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.

There is no timeline to these chapters.

No beta & all mistakes are mine.

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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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(Aftermath of 'A Song For Steve')

"Nat."

Knocks penetrated her door but the spy wasn't too keen on answering. She took a hold of her cries, flinging a blanket over her head, pretending she was asleep in order to wane away her impending visitor.

It's a shame Clint knew her too well.

The door flung open and Natasha pulled down the blanket to find Clint, lock picking kit in his hands.

"Well, that's great," Natasha groans as Clint closes the door and stalks towards her. "I'm going to have to increase the security."

"Nat," Clint sits down on the bed next to her. "What happened up there?"

Natasha stayed silent, pulling the blanket up over her head again, but Clint pulled it back down.

Concerned grey looked into exhausted emeralds, and Natasha sighs.

"Him," she whispers.

"Him?" Clint repeats, raising an eyebrow.

"Steve," Natasha whispers miserably. "He's just-"

"-you're in love with him, aren't you?" Clint interrupts.

"Love is for children," she says.

Clint rolls his eyes. "I owe him a debt- yadda yadda yadda. Tasha, tell me the truth for one. I won't bite. You trust me, don't you?"

Silence.

Then, "yes."

Clint smiles. "Yes for what? For trusting me or being in love with Steve?"

"I trust you," she responds.

"But what about being in love with Steve?"

Natasha stayed silent, but Clint already knew the answer.

"You should talk to him," he says, running a hand through her hair.

"I don't think that's necessary," Natasha responds.

"I do," a voice chimes in from the door and Natasha sighs, pulling the blanket over her head.

"Steve," Clint says, confirming Natasha's fears. "Nice to see you down here."

"Likewise, Hawkeye," Steve replies wittily, although there was a note of concern and desperation in his voice. "Do you mind if I have a moment with Nat?"

"Of course," Clint says, and Natasha feels his bulk leaving her bed and hears his footsteps going out the door.

"Nat," Steve says as soon as the door closes behind the archer.

The redhead doesn't respond.

Steve sighs and sits next to Natasha's covered form on her bed. "Would you mind telling me what's going on, Tasha?"

When Natasha doesn't respond, Steve takes a different approach. "I liked your song."

Natasha pulls the blankets away from her head, exposing her red puffy eyes to the super soldier. "Really?" she asked softly.

"Really," Steve replied, pressing a soft kiss to her head. Caressing Natasha's reddened cheek, he rummaged under her bed to find her practice ukulele and handed it to her.

"Play me the song again," Steve demanded. "I want to hear your beautiful voice once more."


A/N: It's Easter! (:

Well, officially. HIDE YO EGGS. Aha! It's 1:50 am where I am and I'm very giddy at the concept of finding eggs hidden around my house! (: Expect an update attack tomorrow night! (:

Love you all & have a happy Easter.

-Jazzy(: