Chapter 5
By: MysticFantasy
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Steve sighed greatly as he fell onto his bed face first.
Natasha had made good on her promise that he would be getting a heck of a lesson today. He wasn't sure the last time he remembered his feet feeling so sore. He was sure the last time was during the war when he and his team had to march from one place to the next.
Steve was on the verge of sleep when he heard a chuckle close by. He opened his eyes and turned his head to see Clint standing a few feet away.
"Learned the hard way, didn't you?" the archer asked with a knowing smirk on his face.
"Sure did." Steve answered sitting up. "But Natasha told me that you've had to learn the same way a few times."
"And how." Clint stated with a tone of rememberance. "Just goes to show how true the saying 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' really is."
"I believe it." Steve said.
"You gonna be ready for the big dance?" Clint asked.
"I think so." Steve answered. "All this practice is really paying off."
"What about the fact that Stark is going to be recording the entire thing?"
"He is?"
"Oh yeah." Clint answered with a grin.
"If you're really my friend you'll break my leg." Steve declared.
"Cap, even if I did I'm pretty sure that it would heal by Saturday." Clint said.
"I'm betrayed by everybody for this dance." Steve remarked with a smirk.
"Don't feel too bad. It's just for one night." Clint said.
"It's going to feel a lot longer than that for me." Steve said. "This will be the first time I've ever dance with a lady in public and it's not exactly calming my nerves."
Clint lightly chuckled, wishing he knew a way to help calm his friend. He had been torn about which side to take for this little competition because he had to admit that both side were probably right.
Steve had admitted to them many times when they had dragged him to bars that he didn't know how to dance. But at the same time, Clint believed that the super soldier would have no problem learning to dance, especially if it was the right person teaching him.
Eventually he had to side with Natasha. If Steve managed to pull off the dance, then Clint would be free of any and all chores for a month. But if he lost then he had to act as a personal butler to Tony for the same amount of time.
That was something he was not looking forward to. So hopefully some helpful encouragement would help the nervous super soldier.
"Thanks for the support Clint. It helped." Steve said standing from his bed.
"Any time buddy." Clint said with a kind smile. "It's about time someone sticks it to Stark."
"Stick what?"
Clint merely chuckled as he left the room, leaving the older man confused in his thoughts.
"Young people these days." Steve muttered heading to the bathroom to take a hot shower.
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"Just give me a hint." Tony said.
"No." Natasha answered.
"Then tell me how our fearless Captain is doing."
"You'll find out in two more days."
"Come on Natasha! You're making me beg for crying out loud."
"Make him do more." Clint delcared from the table.
"That's not nice Robin Hood." Tony said.
"Is this the longest you've had to wait for something?" Natasha asked.
"Kinda." Tony answered. "When you grow up with money that can make people give you what you want, you don't really learn patients all that well."
"Obviously." Clint muttered. "You have patients but it ain't enough."
"Don't remind me." Tony said before turning back to the only female Avenger. "Come on Nat. I'll buy you your favorite bottle of Vodka if you just let me know what kind of dance you and Steve are doing."
Natasha's eyes were filled with thought at that statement. When Tony wanted to know something this bad and promised something in return for the information, he would make good on his promise.
And her favorite drink was pretty pricey and Tony seemed like the only person who could afford it.
She shook her head trying to dismiss her sudden craving for her favorite alcohol beverage. It would be a lot better to see his stunned face when the dance was over and she won the bet.
She could buy a whole case of her favorite Vodka when she had access to all of Tony's credit cards. She and Steve could go celebrate that they'd won and that Tony was wrong.
"Sorry Stark, no can do. You're just going to have to wait." Natasha said standing from the couch and leaving the room with Tony making an unhappy sound.
Natasha smirked hearing his fading voice ask Clint if he knew what kind of dance the spy and soldier were doing. Deciding to warn Steve about Tony's questions, Natasha headed for the captain's room.
She knocked on his door but got no answer.
Steve was too much of a gentleman to ignore someone when they were knocking on his door, so she knew that there was a reason that he wasn't answering.
Opening the door, Natasha quickly spotted Steve lying on his side on his bed fast asleep.
With a smirk, she walked in and closed the door then walked over to the bedside of the sleeping soldier. She had a somewhat triumphant feeling knowing that she had worn him out to the point of passing out on his bed.
She looked down at Steve's sleeping face and noticed how peaceful he looked. He looked so young right then that Natasha almost forgot that she was looking at the man who is Captain America. The famous war hero and leader of the Avengers.
Though his actual age is ninty four, his appearance was that of a twenty four year old. So much had happened to this man and yet it seemed that he didn't let any of it get to him in a destructive manner even though they were sure that some of the things Steve had seen or experienced got to him in ways he didn't let anyone notice.
Natasha decided to let Steve sleep and left the room quietly. Deciding to wait until he woke up to warn him about Tony, Natasha returned to her own room to do a final fitting of her dress to make sure that it would drop a few jaws come the time of the dance.
She knew for sure that it was going to drop Steve's jaw since he was too shy to see a woman wear anything that went an inch above their knees. It probably wouldn't help his concentration during the dance but no one said that Natasha couldn't win twice.