From: FanGirlForever19

Idea: Baker!Steve meets Detective!Natasha when she investigates a murder that happened outside of his bakery.

Special Request: Free Cupcake.

When her phone rings, Natasha groans and bangs her head against her bedroom's door. The one that she'd just closed two minutes ago after her hot shower and merely thirty minutes after she'd gotten home after the longest and most tiring case in her career. Nick cannot be serious. She schools her features, even though she knows her boss can't see her, and picks up her phone, sweeping her finger across the screen and accepting the call.

"Romanoff." She says in a clipped voice. Might as well let him know in some way that she's definitely not pleased.

"We have a dead body, Romanoff."

"No kidding…"

"I wouldn't have called you if I didn't have a good reason, detective, given the last case you just closed. But I know that you would've had my ass if you found out I'd given this case to someone else without even consulting with you first." She sighs and rubs her forehead. She opens the door to her bedroom and steps towards the dinning table where her badge and gun rest. She lives in a fifteenth floor of a building with max security, so there's little to no chance of someone getting their hands on the gun.

"Ok, who's the dead guy?"

"Ivan Petrovich."

The silence that follows is stifling. Natasha's ayes are wide, but unseeing. Images of her early childhood flash before her eyes: the long days and even longer nights at the orphanage in Russia, Ivan beating the children into submission, chaining them to their beds just because he could, forcing them to clean the building because he was too cheap to hire somebody to do it. It was an orphanage that got and gave children like candies, one kid didn't last more that two months in there before they got shipped to another one. She'd been lucky, sent in one of the few shipments to America, and even more lucky when she got adopted by a rich family along with a boy three years older than her.

"Romanoff?" she snaps out of her head, Nick's gruff voice even deeper through the phone. "You taking the case?" she doesn't even consider it.

"Yes."

Clint is already there when she parks her car, talking with one of the officers that had responded to the 911 call. She gets out and locks it before walking towards her partner, who also happens to be her brother. She nods at the officer that raises the tape for her and takes her place at his side before the body, already covered with a yellow, plastic sheet. Bruce, the ME, is kneeled beside it and raising the sheet to look at it. By his grimace, it doesn't look good.

"Hi, boys. What do we have?" Clint ignores her in favor of the conversation with the office, but that actually doesn't matter much. The question was meant for the doctor, anyway.

"Male in his fifties, from Russian origins. His ID is Russian, but he has a Green Card. Name's Ivan Petrovich." He hands it to her and she takes a good look at the emaciated man staring back at her with soulless eyes. Yep, that him. That's Ivan. "Multiple gunshot wounds to the chest and one to the…umm…" Bruce fidgets for a few seconds before spiting it out. "To the… crotch." She can't help the amused smile that tugs up her lips.

"Really now?" she snorts and Clint finally finishes his conversation to elbow her in her side.

"Behave, Nat." she raises her hands in surrender.

"Ok, ok… geez! Can't I at least be a little happy? The man was a monster!" Clint just shakes his head and sighs. Bruce just looks confused.

"Who is this guy again?"

"He used to run a couple of orphanages in Russia back when I was a child. He was ruthless. Don't really know what he's been up to in the past twenty years, though." Bruce nods and looks like he wants to ask more, but thankfully keeps his mouth shut. "Who called?"

"That blond Adonis over there." Natasha turns to Wanda when she speaks. She's walking towards them from the bullet shells left at the scene. She stops next to Natasha and points. The siblings turn in unison and Natasha's eyes widen.

The man really is an Adonis, as Wanda had put it, big muscles but not too much, broad shoulders, baby blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He's dressed in a tank top, showing his biceps and even from here she can see the kind but strained smile on his lips as he talks with Wanda's partner, Sam.

"Woof!" there's a long silence following and she blinks. "Was that out loud?" Wanda hums and Natasha grimaces. Clint groans.*

"Nat, I really don't want to know when and why you're turned on, so please…" Wanda snorts and kneels to look under the plastic.

"So, mind telling me why are we taking this case when I could be snuggling beneath a ton of blankets at home with my cat?" Clint and Natasha share a look.

"You fill her in, I'm gonna take over Wilson." As she steps away from Ivan, she hears Wanda protest behind.

"Hey, that's not fair! I saw him first!" Natasha looks back and winks.

"Didn't hear you call dibs! Besides, you already have Viz eating out of your hand." Clint shakes his head in exasperation. Why did he think partnering with his sister was a good idea, again?

She walks across the street, quietly directing stray officers and rookies to positions or giving them a task to complete. When she reaches Sam, she touches his arm to gain his attention, getting Adonis' as well.

"I'll take it from here, Wilson. I need you with Barton and Maximoff." He looks puzzled for a second, so she elaborates. "The victim is known to Clint and I, he'll brief you."

"Oh, right." He nods at the man. "A pleasure Mr. Rogers."

"Likewise, Detective Wilson." God, even his voice is hot! The man turns to her, the strained but still genuine smile still in place, and offers her his hand. "Steve Rogers."

"Detective Natasha Romanoff." She shakes his hand and immediately get's back to business. A pretty face and even a prettier body won't get between her and her work. "So, Mr. Rogers, you were the one to call the police, correct?" the man nods and hums. She takes out her pad and writes his name in it to run him through the database later in the precinct. "I suppose you've already told my colleague what happened?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Did you know the victim?" the man frowns for a second, as if he's thinking it over, before nodding.

"He's been a regular of my bakery for the last month or so, actually. Always ordered the blueberry muffins and a coffee. Black, one sugar, brown." Natasha pauses in her scribbling to look up at him. He chuckles and rubs his nape sheepishly. "Eidetic memory. I pretty much remember everything I see, hear, smell…" he trails off when she nods.

"Yeah, like that clever guy in that TV show." she waves away his puzzled look, not really having the time to explain her random thoughts. "Did he ever leave a name? Forgot something in the bakery?"

"He used the name Andrei, but he usually reacted slowly when being called, so I suppose it was an alias."

"You didn't find that suspicious?" asks the detective, thinking the man had to be clever to notice such a thing, but also incredibly dumb if he let that slide without a second glance. But Steve just shrugs, unapologetic.

"You'd be surprised by how many people do it. It's usually celebrities or fictional characters, but there's also been people that just feel like saying another name. The man was weird, sure, but I had no reason to call the cops on him just for using a fake name in his bakery order."

"Oh…" she nods then. That… actually makes sense. "And forgotten items? Or did he ever say or do something out of the ordinary?" he inhales deeply and scratches his neatly trimmed beard.

"He was eccentric, very peculiar with how he wanted the things put on the table and how the coffee was made. He would wait at the counter and watch me or Bucky make the coffee as if making sure we did it right or something." He pauses and nibbles on his lip. "And I don't think he ever forgot anything, he even cleaned the table himself with the napkins before he left." Natasha nods and writes it down.

"Who's Bucky?"

"Oh, Buck's one of my baristas. He's always on the morning shifts and Andrei or whatever his name was always came around ten, so we were the ones that always served him." She hums, but the confused frown still remains in her face. Steve grins, used to the reaction. "His middle name's Buchanan, and he doesn't let anyone but his mother call him by his actual name, so we call him Bucky." Natasha snorts at that and Steve grins, as if he's pleased that he made her smile.

"Did you get a good look at the shooter?" she asks next after a short silence. Steve hums and nods.

"Yes, I already gave a description to Detective Wilson."

"And do you think you could describe them to an artist?" the man blushes then, and Natasha blinks. He chuckles and combs his fingers through his hair.

"I could do the sketch, if you want. It would save some time." She tilts her head to the side, a smile slowly tugging up his lips. His blush darkens.

"You draw?" he hums and affirmative and clears his throat awkwardly.

"I could make it tomorrow and I could take it to the precinct or somebody could come get it."

"… That would actually be a great idea! It would save us so much time. I'll come pick it up tomorrow afternoon. Oh, and please tell your friend to be there, I would like to ask him a couple of questions, too"

"Ok, I'll have it ready by then and he'll be there."

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Rogers." She gives him her hand and he shakes it.

"Likewise, Detective."

"Ok, so let me get this straight," begins Clint the next morning after they have the timeline and all the info set on the digital board. "Petrovich has breakfast at ten in the Rogers' Bakery like he's done every morning for the past month, only that today he appears again ten hours later, being chased by a blonde woman who shoots him two times in the chest, one in his nether parts, and then three more to the chest. Then she disappears leaving our Saint Steven Grant Rogers to call the cops and wait an hour after closing time to answer all of our questions without complain while standing ten meters from a dead body. Is that all?"

"You forgot the part where Nat has the hot's for the guy and did something that could cost us a shit ton of paperwork if Fury finds out." Pipes in Wanda, causing Sam to burst out laughing and Natasha to groan.

"How many times do I have to apologize for that? He just looked so insecure, I just couldn't say no!"

"I don't care that the guy was perfection personified and that his puppy eyes made you melt, if I have to cancel my weekend plans cause I'm doing paperwork to cover your screw-up, you'll be the one telling my mother why her son can't be there for his baby sister's eighteenth birthday." Mutters Sam, not really upset. He really doesn't want to go to a party filled with teenagers, but his mother would have his head if he failed.

"Don't worry, Wilson, you'll be at your teenaged party, don't worry. If it comes to it, I'll do your part of the paperwork, ok? You'll just have to sign them." There's a moment of silence, but then the rest of her team agrees and they go back to case solving.

They spend the day cooped up in the precinct, running down leads and calling Ivan's old associates to see if he'd been still in the orphanage business. Turns out he'd been until last year, when he disappeared from Russia without a trace. By the time noon rolls around, the team has run out of leads to follow and they are currently waiting for the take out guy to bring them up their lunch.

"So… that's it? There's nothing else we can do?" asks Sam, throwing his head back to watch his partner as she makes a paper plane upside down.

"Without leaving the precinct, yes. We still have to pick up the sketch from Saint Steve the baker." Natasha groans at Clint's comment.

"I still don't get why you call him 'Saint'."

"Remember that when we ran him through he database we found nothing? Not even a parking ticket?" Natasha nods and Clint falters for a second. "Well, that's… actually why. Nothing more." Wanda snorts and throws the plane to Sam.

"He was kinda dreamy…" sighs the youngest of the team and Sam is the one to snort this time.

"He was definitely not my type. Blond? Nuh-uh. Brunette's are so much better."

"His eyes, though!"

"That I won't deny."

"Is Clint your type?"

"Married and with three kids? Definitely not." Natasha has to laugh at that, and then the food arrives and the subject is dropped in order to eat.

Once they finish, they laze around for some more, pretend to work when Captain Fury passes in front of their desks and then Natasha grabs Wilson and they leave the precinct to go to the bakery. They speculate for the entirety of the trip and when they park with the car facing the bakery, Sam's mouth falls open.

"Who is that stud?" Natasha directs her gaze in the same direction, and her eyes fall over a man with shoulder-length hair pulled up in a bun, a light shadow of stubble, blue eyes and full lips. He's wearing a sleeveless shirt, leaving uncovered the red star tattooed on his upper arm and the black and silver lines that run all over his arm, as if it were robotic.

"I think that's Bucky, one of the baristas. You can take over the interview, if you'd like." He grins at her and she laughs.

They exit the care, locking it, and then they cross the street to the bakery. The door jingles when they enter, drawing both Bucky's and Steve's attention. While Natasha and Sam inspect the local, Bucky motions Steve over.

"Are those the cops you told me about?" Steve hums an affirmative and Bucky let's loose a low whistle. "Yeah, I thought you'd say that." He pats his friend's back and steps ahead. "Detective Romanoff, Detective Wilson, welcome!"

"Mr. Rogers, good to see you again. Do you have the drawing ready?"

"Yeah, it's right over there. If you'll follow me." He motions to the other end of the counter, where customers usually pick their orders. Natasha motions Sam towards Bucky and the man nods, going over to introduce himself and ask him questions about Ivan Petrovich. She follows the blonde man. "Here it is. There's not as much detail as I would like, but it was dark and she was at the other side of the street, but I hope it'll be enough to help you guys catch her." He takes a sketchpad and opens it, taking an already ripped out page and then closing it with a snap. However, she still catches sight of big eyes and curled hair. Was that… her?

Steve hands over the drawing, and she take it, marveling in all the details even though he said there weren't many. She's so caught with admiring the fineness of the way he draws, the fluidity of the pencil strokes that she takes almost a minute to recognize the woman in the picture. Blond, straight hair to the shoulders, blue, emotionless eyes and a hard set of a smooth jaw. Thin lips and button nose.

"Oh my God…" she whispers, making Steve frown in confusion.

"Is there something wrong?" she looks up at him, her eyes wide.

"I know her, she used to live with me." She set's the drawing down on the counter and takes her phone out, dialing Clint's phone and not even letting him say anything before she's speaking over him. "Clint, her name's Yelena!"

"Who?"

"The killer," she takes the drawing again and takes in the woman's face. She may be twenty years older now and with a new scar in her forehead, but this is the same girl that slept next to her for the month she spent in Ivan's orphanage. "Her name is Yelena Belova, or at least was the last time I saw her. I'll send you a picture of the sketch. Put up a BOLO."

She send the picture and then set the phone aside. When she looked back at Steve, he had a muffin set on a little plate before her. She blinks at it and then looks up at him with a smile. He grins.

"Cupcake on the house, for solving a murder in…" he looks at his watch. "less than twenty-four hours." Natasha laughs, but reaches into her jacket pocket for her wallet.

"I'll take the cupcake, but I'll pay for it." He immediately shakes his head, waving her money away. "Mr. Rogers, I can pay and will pay for that muffin."

"I know you can, I Googled you. Heiress to a third of the Stark fortune, that's quite a load." He laughs outright at her surprised expression and pushes the fluffy treat into her palm. "Still, I insist. Besides, Bucky just invented the blend, so we need people to try them out. You like banana, coconut and chocolate chips?"

"Love it." She smirks up at him and he blushes. "But I'll eat it later at the precinct, that way I can make my partner green with envy. He loves coconut."

Steve gifts her a half smirk and offer her the opening of a little paper bag. She drops the cupcake in and he take it away to seal it. She chances a look at Sam, only to find him blushing at something the proud-looking Bucky said. Steve comes back a minute later and gives her the bag. She's about to thank him when she hears the distinct sound of Sam laughing. She looks over and sees that Bucky is bend over the counter and has his hand over the detective's arm. They're both laughing and it make her grin. She raises her phone and snaps a picture before turning to Steve with a mischievous grin. He grins back and snickers.

"It was great to see you again, Mr. Rogers. I'll make sure to come back and tell you how it was."

"I'll be waiting." He blushes, and she winks at him to make it darker. It actually works. She calls Sam over and they both leave the bakery. It's not until they're seated on the car, Sam on the driver's seat this time, that she notices that he's pouting. She snorts. "Oh, stop pouting, Wilson. You can just come back another day and continue with your flirting."

"I wasn't–! Ok, yeah, I was flirting. But he flirted back! And he's so hot! Besides, I saw you with Saint Rogers, you looked like you were going to climb him like a tree any second. Anyway, whatcha got there?"

"Banana and coconut with chocolate chips muffin." Sam actually gasps and turns to her when they stop at a red light.

"Tell me you grabbed one for me."

"Sorry, Sam." She giggles when he groans and presses his head over the stirring wheel. She decides to open the bag then, eat half now to kill Sam and then eat the other half in front of Clint. Win-win. But when she opens the bag, the first thing she sees are a couple of what smells like cinnamon cookies and then, beneath those, her muffin. There's a little folded piece of paper on the side, and she takes it out, unfolding it as Sam starts driving again.

I know you'll want to kill me for this, but hope you like cinnamon too ;P. BTW, how does karaoke night at Levy's sound? I promise I'll bring Bucky if you bring Sam :D.

And beneath that his phone number and a kissy face. She thinks it over for a few seconds before grabbing her phone, saving his number in her contact list and then opening the texting app**.

You've got yourself a date, Mr. Rogers.

He answers a five minutes later, just as Sam is parking in front of the precinct.

I can't wait. And Steve, please.

Natasha, then ;P.

BONUS:

Natasha unlocks pushes open the door, the bell announcing her entrance. The sharp dings make her flinch; God, what a long day it's been! But the case is finally closed, and she can rest and just cuddle in her couch for the rest of the weekend. She's going to bring Nick an extra big slice of carrot pie on Monday. She turns to lock the door again and waves around the tables and then behind the counter, into the kitchen and up a flight of stairs. Once she's standing before another closed door, she selects a different key and jams it in the hole, turns it and then pushes it open with a tired huff. She drops the keys on the bowl, closes the door with her foot and then toes of her shoes. She drags her feet all the way to the living room and the sofa, where she climbs over the lumpy and firm but warm pillow there. it grunts and coughs at the sudden weight, before rearranging it's position and wrapping it's arms around her. She cuddles closer, nuzzling her face in the crook of the pillows neck and finally settling down. There's a minute of silence and then…

"You closed the case?" she hums. "That hard, huh?" humming again. "Do you want the muffin now or after dinner?"

AAAAND DOOONEEE! So? What do you think? Shitty, passable, ok, good or super good? And after this… one that's closer to their actual story. Alwayssg1, shh! Don't say a thing! But I'm going to continue with Back in Time and Don't Forget, so it might take a while. Be patient, ok? Because it'll come!

*- This is actually a kind of copy of a NCIS scene, you can see it in YouTube, a vid called NCIS Something Blue 14x23 – Sneak Peek 1.

**-I really don't know what texting app people use in the US, and I really don't want to assume it's the same that we use in Spain, so I'm not gonna say names.

PS: Oh, almost forgot! No more police related please! At least for the moment, ok? We already have two XD.

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