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It was an extremely long and horrible weekend and Natasha Romanoff was absolutely over it. She walked into her apartment and threw her overnight bag onto the floor. She took a moment to close her eyes, take a deep breath, then focused on releasing all the tension that was within her. Her hair was straightened and neatly braided but her face dripped with dirt and sweat. Aside from almost dying in an unexpected and badly prepped mission (thanks to none other than Tony "I'm smart but really a dumbass" Stark), it was about 90 degrees outside. Spring was coming to an end and summer was making its grand entrance.

She fucking hated this season.

The black suit she had worn for the mission was busted and her body was cut up and sore. Wincing from the pain while trying to get a kink out of her right shoulder, Natasha's phone buzzed. Seeing the name, her mouth twitched with a hint of a smile.

New message from Steve R: Hey

N: Hi

S: Home yet?

N: Yup.

S: How are you feeling?

N: Fantastic. You?

S: Like I just got my ass beat.

She chuckled to herself before replying.

N: Yeah. I was there.

S: But seriously, you okay?

N: I'm good.

S: So then it's okay for me to ask you about Facebook?

Natasha held back the childish giggle that dared to escape her and shook her head. Why did Steve Rogers feel the need to run the most random shit by her? And why was it so fucking satisfying?

N: As in you getting one?

S: Yes Ma'am.

N: Steve, we almost died, and this is what you go home to think about?

S: So it's a no?

She rolled her eyes, but with the biggest smile on her face. She knew she had to get out of these ratty clothes and take a shower so she could start her wound bandaging process, but helping an ancient hottie create a facebook profile was much more entertaining.

N: Grab your laptop. I'll walk you through how to make one. But I'm calling you.

S: Thanks Nat. I owe you one.

Oh the things Steve Rogers could owe her...

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