While spending time with her best friend, Natasha sets up an early babysitting job.

"Sounds like you really like this guy."

"I do. He's sweet and there's something so gentlemanly about him. And his daughter is adorable, although she's a bit of a sneaky kid. I have a feeling that she's trying to set us up."

"What? How could she manage that? You said she was only eight."

Natasha chuckled and shook her head. "If you met her, you'd understand, Clint. Wanda may just be a child, but she's precocious for her age. It's almost like she's a miniature adult, except she isn't annoying."

"Huh. Well, from what you've told me, she likes you just as much as you like her. I'm guessing that you're babysitting her very soon."

"Oh, yeah. I'm already watching Wanda on the weekends because those are the busiest days at his job."

"What did you say he does again?"

"Steve manages the Marvel Gallery downtown, but in his spare time, he's a freelance artist who does commissions."

Clint took a sip of his coffee and grinned. He noted the approval in his best friend's voice as she spoke about Steve Rogers. It was obvious that she was more than a little taken with her new neighbors. "Has he asked to paint you yet?"

"No, but I brought it up once. I've never had a painting of myself and from what he told me, he's pretty good."

"Have you seen any of his paintings?"

"...It didn't occur to me to ask."

"Well, you should. I mean, he might have lied about how good he is to make himself look appealing."

Natasha doubted that Steve would lie about something like that. She saw his hands. They were big, but had a slender touch to them. Calluses formed on his palms, particularly on his fingertips. People with calluses in those areas usually attained them by a lot of writing, drawing or painting.

In her opinion, it didn't seem plausible that Steve wasn't an artist, but Natasha silently decided to ask him if she could see his work the next time they spent time together.

"He doesn't strike me as the type to lie about his skills to impress anyone, but I suppose asking to see his work won't hurt."

The chime of Natasha's phone interrupted her and she wrinkled her brow. She took the cell out of her purse and looked at the screen. Recognizing the number, her lips spread into a smile and she glanced at Clint, who was watching her curiously.

"Lemme guess...it's lover boy?"

Her cheeks burned at the tease. "His name is Steve."

Clint rolled his eyes and let out a laugh. "Oh, sure. He's Steve for right now, but in a couple of weeks, I wouldn't be surprised if you'll be in the hall closet in your house, sucking his face."

"Shut up!" Natasha swatted Clint on the shoulder, but the reaction just made him laugh harder. She was certain that her cheeks were as red as a tomato. "You know I don't suck face with anyone."

"Not yet!"

The redhead flipped off her best friend before getting out of her seat and walking away. Once she put enough distance between them, she answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Natasha, hey."

"What's up, Steve?"

"I know I set up a weekly babysitting job for you, but I wanted to ask you a favor."

"Shoot."

"Nick Fury called me five minutes ago and he wants to meet me tonight and talk about business over dinner. It was pretty unexpected, but he's my new boss so the last thing I need to do is to turn him down. I was hoping, if you weren't doing anything, you could babysit Wanda while I'm gone?"

"Yeah, I can do that. I've got no current plans anyway. I'm not at home, but I can leave right away and get there in ten-fifteen minutes, tops."

"That'll be fine. I'm about to get ready now because Nick wants to meet me at La Carvalla's in an hour."

"Alright. I'll come as quickly as I can."

"Thank you, Natasha."

"You're welcome. I'll see you in a few."

Natasha then pressed the off button on her cell and slid it into the back pocket of her jeans. She walked to the table where her purse sat and slung it over her shoulder. Clint merely looked at her with a knowing expression.

"Going to watch the little one, eh?"

"Steve needs me to babysit Wanda while he's gone, so I accepted."

"Of course you did." He waggled his eyebrows.

Ignoring his obvious baiting, Natasha gave him a hug. "I'll see you later." With that, she turned on her heel and began walking to her car.

Clint shouted in a feminine voice, "Text me if he kisses you!"

Natasha bit her tongue to keep from laughing and quickly entered her corvette. Now she was definitely going to think about kissing Steve., though? She was quite a woman.