J for Jeopardise:

Steve kicked the guy on his right as he threw his shield like a Frisbee. It knocked out four guys. He was in an underground base of H.Y.D.R.A., trying to retrieve some information and kicking some ass while he was at it, an usual day in the life of Captain America. Three men threw themselves at him and he took all of them down with remarkable ease. He was continuously kicking, punching and throwing his shield as per requirement. Suddenly Natasha's voice came through his ear-piece.

"Hey Cap? So I was speaking to Sarah from IT and she says she'd kill to go on a date with you. Why don't you take her out on Friday? I know this great Chinese place and they have some brilliant lighting, totally sets the mood. Want me to get you a table?" she asked in her usual manner of teasing.

"Romanoff, I thought we talked about this. Nobody would enjoy my company for an entire evening," he replied, providing the same lame excuse he would give all the time. Really, he wasn't interested in going on a date with anyone unless it was Natasha but that was something he could never admit. He was done clearing the upper floor, so he climbed down the stairs to find the file he was looking for.

"Well, if you upgraded your jokes a little and made them more 2010s than 1940s then I'm sure you'll make it through one evening. No?" He heard a man scream in pain on the other side and figured she was doing well.

"I thought you said my charm lay in my olden and gentlemanly ways." She had once complimented how much of a gentleman he was and since then Steve had never let it go.

"Yeah but your jokes are atrocious. Trust me, you'll do well without it." He couldn't help but get a little angry. It was frustrating when the woman you're after keeps pairing you with other women. The anger was taken out on the H.Y.D.R.A. soldier who had attacked him and he felt guilty, only a little.

"Just let it be. Plus I don't think I'm free on Friday. I have to watch the entire Fast And The Furious series and that's 7 movies." Now he was rummaging through a box filled with manila files. Suddenly a soldier pounced on him from behind and Steve had no choice but to throw him down with his weight in an almost body slam.

"Oh! How about Cecelia then? She's a movie buff, I'm sure she wouldn't mind joining you on the movie marathon." Steve sighed loudly.

"You aren't going to let this go, are you?" She seemed to laugh at that and he couldn't help but smile. He loved her laugh. It was low and raspy and rare and never failed to catch him off guard. But the moment was gone as soon as he heard loud stomping, there seemed to be 10-15 men and they were headed in his direction. He quickly slid into a narrow opening he saw on the right side of the room in order to conceal himself. He saw Natasha descending the flight of stairs he had taken couple of minutes back and as soon as she reached the floor she heard the men coming towards her. She looked around to find a place to hide but before she could do anything, Steve pulled her into the opening he was hiding in.

He hadn't realized just how narrow the space was till he had pulled her in. They stood chest-to-chest and there was no space to move. He looked down and noticed that her bright red hair were a mess, probably from all the fighting she had done. Her dull green eyes looked up at him and she murmured a thank you. He nodded in response as his jaw tightened from the close proximity. She was panting and her chest rose and fell with every breath she took and he could feel it all. The situation was dicey and he wanted to get out as soon as possible. He looked towards the room and saw the men walking away from them. After they had left, he quickly tried to move out but Natasha didn't seem to want that. She raised a leg and blocked the exit. He turned to her and gave her a questioning look.

"Honestly, when are you going to get back in the dating game," she asked with a smile. He was getting incredibly uncomfortable and turned on and she seemed to realize that, probably because they were close enough to feel every crevice on each other's bodies.

"I told you, I don't want to get back in it until I find the right person." His voice was so strained, it sounded almost painful.

"And have you found the right person?" Now she was grinning, finding this unbelievably funny. Steve chose to keep his mouth shut. He had never been a good liar and with this kind of closeness, he didn't wish to gamble. "You have found her, haven't you? You should really ask her out cause I can assure you she's waiting."

"Can I go now?" He could've easily pushed away her leg and moved out but he didn't.

"Only after you ask me out," she said with a victorious smile. Of course, she knew. Why did he even bother? He blushed and looked away. "Come on Steve, we have a job to do."

"Go out with me for dinner on Friday?" he asked utterly embarrassed. God, he was so out of his game, but then again, did he have any?

"I'll make the reservations. 7:30. Don't be late." She gave him a soft peck on his cheek and his stomach did five somersaults. She quickly smiled and slid out of the tiny space. He grabbed her wrist before she could leave and kissed her, probably clumsily and sloppily, but he did it anyway.

"Don't jeopardise my heart like that," he said after letting her go. Next he heard hoots from ear piece. They had completely forgot that the other agents could hear them crisp and clear. She smiled and he did the same.

"Let's finish the job. I have a busy weekend coming up," Natasha informed.