A/N: Hey ya'll! Here's another installment. A quick and cute one. Enjoy!
New message from Steve R: Who's your favorite Star Wars character?
Natasha was currently on a first date with a guy Tony had set her up with, when she received Steve's text message. A wave of guilt washed over her as she realized she hadn't told Steve about it. Her focus on the man before her completely dissipated as she thought about Mr. Captain America himself. She was momentarily stuck in her thoughts as she stared at her phone. Why did she ever listen to the egomaniac that was Tony Stark, she'll never know. But she found herself in a tight black dress and red open-toed stilettos, anyway. The guy he encouraged her to go on a date with was handsome, clean, and a good talker/listener. He was a gentleman and made her laugh… there wasn't anything wrong with him.
Yet.
Natasha opted out of the conversation to reply.
N: Han Solo.
S: Reason?
N: He's an asshole. You?
S: He's an asshole yet he's your favorite?
N: Absolutely. Now answer.
S: Princess Leia.
N: Reason?
S: She reminds me of you.
The feeling she got in the pit of her stomach was so uncalled for. What was that saying again? Butterflies or some shit?
N: Really?
S: Yeah. Also, I have to apologize.
N: For?
Her date cleared his throat and Natasha finally slipped back to reality.
"Is something wrong, do you need to step out?" He kindly asked, a slightly concerned look on his face.
"Actually, yes." Natasha gave him one of her best smiles and walked off. She was definitely not returning.
While walking into the city night, Natasha laughed at Steve's reply.
S: For me now being an asshole.
N: Steve Rogers, as amusing as that sounds, I don't think that's even remotely possible.
S: Natasha Romanoff, I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
She smirked and then checked her surroundings. Just as she was about to put her phone in her bra, another message from Steve came in.
S: Anything to be your favorite.
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