Ta-da! I got another one for you all! :) I hope you enjoy! But real quick before you read...

I was reading this one story that I really liked, and when I got done I decided to look at some of the reviews...they were horrible. So many of them were nasty and hurtful and just downright awful. I'd like for you all to know how mean and hurtful these words can be to someone. I love writing, and thought that fanfiction could be a way to share my love for it while having fun.

Because this way I could write what I want and not have to worry about the opinions of others. But people who comment things like that, take the joy out of it. I've received a few reviews like that before, and I know personally how this kind of thing can damage someone's life. Yes, I might be over-exaggerating quite a bit, but I've suffered from these sorts of things and still do.

And it just bothers me to know that this is happening to something that I dearly love. I'm probably going to receive some hate for this, but I want to spread the word; bullying is not cool. You probably don't even think that this is what bullying is, but trust me. It is.

Okay, I believe that's it. I'm sorry for it being so long, but if you read the whole thing and are still reading, then that means you care. And I appreciate that. :) Now, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own this.

"Rogers, you and Ms. Carter will be paired as an engaged couple to get into this party, so you can get some Intel on this Dirk Garthwaite." Fury said as he faced all the Avengers in the mission debriefing room.

Steve nodded and glanced over at Sharon who also nodded in agreement with the plans. Steve then shot a glance at Natasha, and internally smiled as he noticed the way she squirmed just the slightest in her seat at the details of the next mission.

Her left hand tapped silently against her leg, and he noticed how the ring on her finger glistened in the light.

"Romanoff and Barton," Fury barked off his orders to them as Natasha jerked her head up, temporarily snapped out of her worries and jealousy.

"You will be on the upper floors of the building dressed as security guards, and watching every move that Garthwaite makes, understood?" Clint and Natasha simultaneously nodded their heads.

"Isn't he supposed to be spending some time in prison?" Clint asked and Fury nodded before continuing with the mission plan.

"You will enter in this window," He gestured towards the small window on the upper right side of the building by some vines. It was a holographic image on the table, thanks to Tony's new technology for S.H.I.E.L.D.

"And then take out these three security guards, tieing them up in this closet, where they will later be taken by S.H.I.E.L.D agents. You will take their clothes and continue the mission." Fury said, earning another round of nods from the pair of assassins.

"Banner, you will remain in the Quinjet during this mission. And Stark," The billionaire looked up from his phone at the mention of his name.

"You will also wait in the Quinjet; your fame will only cause disturbance at the party." Fury said, and if Steve wasn't mistaken, a pout made it's way onto Tony's face before dissolving just as fast as it came.

"After the party, when Garthwaite tries to leave, that is when you will grab him. I believe that clears everything up. You're all dismissed." Fury said, and everybody slowly made their separate ways.

Steve walked over to Natasha as she had started heading out of the room. He grabbed her wrist and she turned around to look at him, face completely impassive.

"Hey, Nat, I'm afraid I might be a little late tonight. I'm gonna' have to go over the plans with Sharon. I'm sorry," He said apologetically, but she just nodded.

"Okay. It's fine." She said and he smiled.

"Thanks. See ya' tonight," He said as he placed a quick kiss on her cheek and started walking over to Sharon to discuss the mission.

Natasha sighed as she pulled the brush through her hair rather roughly. It was eleven o'clock, and Steve still wasn't home yet.

And she was mad.

Mad because he wasn't there, mad because it meant he was with Sharon talking about their mission being posed as an engaged couple, and mad because there wasn't a dang thing she could do about it.

Okay, so maybe mad wasn't the most perfect word for this situation. Truth is, she's jealous. It was a feeling she had gotten pretty used to ever since she had started liking Steve, because come on, girls were going to flirt with him.

It just happened.

But that didn't mean she liked it any better just because she was used to it. She sighed as she crawled into bed, thinking about the next night and how the mission was going to go.

She heard the door to the bedroom slowly start creaking open and immediately grabbed the gun hidden securely under her pillow, too fast and too silent for anyone to notice.

But she slowly lowered the gun when she saw who the person was. Steve was standing with his hands held over his head, a light smirk tugging at his lips.

"I come in peace," He said and she sighed as she rolled her eyes.

"You've been spending too much time around Stark." She muttered and he chuckled.

"Yeah, tell me about it." He said as he closed the door behind him. "Did you just go to bed?" He asked as he headed to the bathroom to change.

"Yeah," She breathed as she sat up in bed and ran a hand through her hair.

"You didn't have to wait for me," He said as he walked back out in his pajamas. She shrugged as he climbed into the bed and moved over until he was next to her.

"I didn't originally plan on doing it, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep without you." She said and he smiled as she laid down and he did the same, wrapping his arms around her.

"Well, I'm here now, so you can sleep. We got a big day tomorrow." He said and she immediately stiffened, which of course, he had to notice. "Natasha?" She sighed.

"I'm fine." She lied and now it was Steve's turn to sigh.

"Natasha..."

"I'm fine." She said through gritted teeth, and when she looked up at him with that familiar determined look, he knew there would be no more discussing it tonight.

"I got my eyes on the target," Clint whispered through the comms as he walked along the upper level of the party along the rail. Natasha walked past the stairwell, and glanced down at Steve and Sharon.

Her heart twisted and another pang of jealousy stung her as she watched them a moment longer. Steve's arm was draped around Sharon's shoulder, and he laughed as she playfully smacked his arm.

He laughed again as he took her hand and she interlaced their fingers. Natasha tore her gaze away and tried to look for Garthwaite.

"Steve, Sharon, Garthwaite's fifteen meters to your right." Clint said, and Natasha watched as Steve smiled and placed a causal and discreet kiss on top of Sharon's hair, in order to see Garthwaite. She knew it was for the mission.

But it still ignited something in Natasha.

She watched as Steve discreetly glanced towards the upper stairwell and nodded his head just the slightest, signaling that he saw him.

Steve then whispered something in Sharon's ear, to which she responded with a laugh as she casually glanced over at Garthwaite. Natasha blew out a small breath of frustration.

This was going to be a long night...

The mission went great in Steve's mind. After the party, when Garthwaite left, they turned their plan into action and grabbed him; not before Steve had to knock him unconscious, though.

He put up quite a fight.

The team started heading back to the Quinjet waiting along the forest line a good two miles away, when Steve decided to go talk to Natasha who was lagging behind the group quite a bit.

"Hey, Natasha," He said as he slowed down until she was next to him and the others were ahead of them. She just nodded once to acknowledge his presence; causing him to frown.

"Nat, what's wrong?" He asked as he gently grabbed her elbow, to which she tore it away in a heartbeat. Stunned by her sudden outburst, he stopped while she continued on.

He immediately caught himself and jogged back up to her; grabbing her arm again and not letting go as she tried to tug it away.

"Let go." She demanded as she tried to yank it away again.

"No. Not until you tell me what's bothering you so much." He stated and she groaned in frustration as she realized she wouldn't be able to escape his grasp.

"I told you, I'm fine." She declared through gritted teeth.

"Natasha." He said and she sighed.

"Rogers, you had better stop making me jealous or I'm not gonna' be your friend anymore." She declared as she looked anywhere but him.

His jaw slightly fell at her answer to his question and he slowly took his hand away from her arm. So that's what this was about? She was...jealous?

"Natasha...We've been married for five years." He said and she crossed her arms as she finally looked at him.

"I don't care, that's not a good enough reason." She huffed out and Steve couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips, that soon turned into laughter.

"It's not funny, Steve! Stop laughing!" She commanded but he just shook his head as even more laughter erupted from him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up against him.

"I thought I said this wasn't funny?" She asked and he chuckled again after his laughter slowly faded.

"I can't believe that's what this was about," He said as he looked down at her with a smirk. She lightly smacked his shoulder as she broke the embrace, annoyance obvious in her features but a bit of humor was glinting in her eyes.

He wrapped his arm around her waist again and tilted her chin up with his finger as he smiled again.

"Like I said, we've been married for five years, and I married you for a reason, Natasha. I don't plan on leaving you, Nat. This was all pretend with Sharon, only for the mission."

"We're only friends and only will ever be friends. You're the one who taught me how to be able to fake that kind of stuff, Natasha." She sighed as she closed her eyes for a moment.

"Oh, so now it's my spying skills and my concern for your protection that caused this?" She asked as she opened her eyes with a brow raised. Steve laughed quietly, before cupping the back of her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I love you, Natasha, and you have nothing to worry about; there's absolutely nothing romantic between Sharon and I." He declared and she groaned quietly.

"I hate it when you're right and I'm wrong." She muttered and Steve chuckled.

"I'm never leaving you, Natasha." He said right before their lips met in a deep and passionate kiss.

"Good, because you're mine." She claimed in between kisses and he laughed at how possessive she sounded.

His arm around her waist pulled her closer, turning the kiss even deeper, and he smiled against her lips as she murmured his name. Steve knew they should probably head for the Quinjet again, but decided against it for now.

The others could wait for them.

There ya' go! I swear I say that every time...feel free to leave a review! :) Oh, and bonus points for anyone who knows who Dirk Garthwaite is! (I'll say in my next chapter!)

Question time!

What kind of animal describes you the best? If you had to change into one, which one would best suit you? Mine would probably be a cat. They sort of remind me of Black Widow in a sense...