I loved the idea that one of you, supesfan8, commented about making either one of the avengers jealous! I think I'll do a couple chapters spinning off of that idea. I'm probably going to end this soon because I just haven't been motivated to write it :(. I'll let all of you know when the last chapter is/when I'm planning on stopping. If anyone wants to DM me about other characters from Avengers or different fandoms, I'll hear 'em all. Alright, happy reading!

Nat straightened out her clothes and brushed down her hair which stuck a little from the sweat that had built up on her forehead. Steve was already out of the closet and picking up his towel and water bottle. She stood in the doorway, admiring him from a view. She hated to admit it, but she was falling for him. In fact, she shamed herself for even thinking something like that. Natasha Romanoff did not "fall" for guys. She was not emotionally attached to anyone, much less a guy she was sleeping with.

Steve was tired from the last few hours that he had and was ready to go take a shower. His clothes smelled of sex and sweat. His body glistened with bodily functions. He turned to face Nat and caught her looking at him, concerned.

"Nat, hey, you ok?"

"Yeah, just tired. Are you good?" she asked in response. Her natural reaction was to say she was tired in any situation where she didn't want to explain herself. Steve nodded, smiling. He walked over to her and took her hand in his.

"What do you say we go out to dinner tonight? Just you and me, alone, all night... all night," he emphasized. She shivered at the whisper, ready to tear his clothes off there and then. She ran a hand up his torso and to his face. He stopped her and shook his head. "We'll have plenty of time for that. Don't worry."

She took her towel and headed towards the elevator, a little salty he didn't give her what she wanted. He was practically running after her to catch the elevator but missed it.

"Didn't mean to, uh, interrupt you guys there. I was just wanting to get a little cardio in this morning." Steve whipped around to find Agent Hill standing behind him. "Sounded fun." He stood there, motionless; he couldn't express anything besides fear.

Hill moved closer to him, almost close enough to hear his breathing. Steve backed into the hard elevator door, a little disappointed it had stopped him. She slowed and put her hands on his waist, rubbing her leg against his. Hitting the up arrow to the elevator, it opened and he fell back into it. Agent Hill stifled back a chuckle and waved. The doors couldn't close quickly enough.

There was a knock at the door, short and rhythmic. Nat opened to find a distressed looking Steve. He barged in and got straight to the point.

"Agent Hill knows about us."

"Okay… Clint knows about us too," Nat said sarcastically, confused as to his level of concern.

"She hit on me. She wants me," Steve muttered. He was pacing and it wasn't a good look for him.

Nat could feel her face flourish with heat. She stared at him, almost blaming him for what Agent Hill had done. Knowing that wasn't logical, she forced herself to rethink that. She knew it wasn't his fault, it was Hill's; someone she had considered a friend, or at least a friendly coworker. The jealousy started in her cheeks and rushed its way to each of her limbs. She could feel heat radiating off different parts of her body, almost like she had just got done with an exhilarating workout. Steve was still pacing, slower than before, and shaking his head.

"I'll just have to tell her that I'm with you—I am in a relationship. We are—"

"In a relationship? Steve, we are having sex, that is it. Who decided that we are official?" She immediately regretted questioning their "relationship" cause that meant that he could sleep with whomever he wanted to.

He stood there, no longer moving, staring at her. Did he look hurt? Nat questioned to herself. Opening her mouth to say something, he sighed and nodded his head. She was right. They hadn't officially agreed on any decision.

"You're right." He sounded upset. Steve walked out of the apartment, just like that. It left Natasha shocked, worried, and regretful. She didn't want to let herself believe that she truly cared for someone.

Steve rode the elevator down to the first floor. The door opened and then closed as Steve drifted in and out of reality. He thought she cared enough to feel something—anything— about Hill's actions. He pressed the open door button again and walked out. He turned a couple corners, wandering.

"Steve?" Agent Hill's voice rang through the hall. "Are you alright. You look sickly."

"Ha, thanks," Steve replied, sarcastically.

"You know what I meant. You don't look normal." Steve stood there, again motionless in front of the lengthy woman standing in front of him. "C'mon, let's get you a drink."