A/N: This is just a little short story of how Natasha started crushing on Steve. I was motivated to write it because a certain someone left a review requesting more from Natasha's POV. So I hope this pleases yall=)

BTW, Have you seen this awesome YouTube video? Just a shy guy looking for a two ply - Widow x Capt America by missvogelsang You should:)There are some StevexNatasha videos on YouTube you should checkout!

And here are some pics I made that are posted on my tumblr that kind of go with the story:

Natasha Crushing on Steve: Marthadanielle dot tumblr dot com (slash) post (slash) 27428921857 (slash) natasha-crushing

Steve crushing on Natahsa: Marthadanielle dot tumblr dot com (slash) post (slash) 27429789088 (slash) steve-crushing

Natasha's diary from the story: Marthadanielle dot tumblr dot com (slash) post (slash) 27431224709 (slash) diary

Natasha is seen as cold and emotionless. She would like to think she is and keeps up that persona because missions are more important than her personal life. From a young age she was taken away as an orphan and trained to be an assassin. Her childhood was not one like other little girls. She was raised in a strict confinement with brutal lessons that tore her apart and rebuilt her into the person she was now. She took pride in being an independent female with her fighting skills that agencies wanted to hire her for. Natasha was no ordinary girl and she refused to be the stereotypical girl who swooned over the dreamy guy. She had no tolerance for men who underestimated her because she was a woman. She easily took offense to anyone who took her as weak or incapable and she always proved them wrong.

Natasha being who she was, the Avengers respected her and left her to her ways. They knew well enough not to offend her if they wanted to keep their limbs intact. So when Steve decided to pull her chair out for her, it was a miracle WWIII didn't start in the kitchen.

It was morning and all the Avengers were sleeping in as always except for Steve who was an early riser because old habits die hard. Being in the military accustomed him to waking up early. He'd always do some morning exercises, then make breakfast and leave some for the rest of the Avengers who awoke cranky and hungry. Natasha had woken early for a briefing at S.H.I.E.L.D for a new mission. She entered the kitchen to see a happy-go- lucky Captain America having himself a cup of coffee. He smiled when he saw her enter. It was one of his cheery smiles that would make America swoon.

"Morning! Coffee?" He said and lifted his mug showing it was still fresh. She nodded her head at him in acknowledgement and walked towards the counter where the coffee pot was. It was too early for Captain America's optimistic ways. Steve got up to clean his empty plate. Just as Natasha turned around to the table to sit, Steve leaned over and pulled out her chair for her. Natasha froze for a moment in surprise. Then she shot daggers at him with her eyes. Steve didn't notice because he turned around to grab a new plate. "You hungry? I made eggs and bacon." He said.

Natasha could feel a little bubble of annoyance and anger build up somewhere inside her. She put down her mug and turned around in a rush, taking the plate from his hands. They all knew not to underestimate Natasha, point out she was a women, or do anything for her that she couldn't do for herself. They were all insults to her. She was ready to say something in a cold voice but she looked up into his eyes and saw that Steve was being Steve. He was a gentlemen and this was how gentlemen treated ladies in his times. So she decided to tolerate it.

"Thanks." She said taking the bitter out of her tone. She finished her breakfast quickly and they both exited the kitchen at the same time. Steve walked ahead of her and held the door open. Natasha hesitated a moment but she saw his friendly smile and let it pass but didn't say thanks. Maybe she was just grouchy in the mornings or maybe the small action just bothered her. They both headed in different directions, Natasha to the door and Steve to the gym. From down the hall, Natasha heard Steve call after her to wish her good luck on the mission.

After the briefing, Natasha spent the rest of her morning on a plane with two other agents on the way to Columbia. Her annoyance was growing with one of the agents who was overly cocky in his skills. She remembered back to this morning to Steve and what a gentlemen he was. Captain America is much more a hero than this guy and modest too. She also remembers how Steve's hair was in a mess this morning, pointing in different directions unlike how nicely combed it usually is. She would smile at this memory if it wasn't for her upbringing to never show emotion. The cocky agent starts making moves on her, she shoots him 'the look' and he is quiet for the rest of the ride.

The mission goes well. She retrieves the stolen information, while cracking a few heads to get it. She is successful as always. The following week she finds herself spending more time doing shooting and combat practice in the gym. It's a slow week. Natasha has to share the gym often with Steve, which she doesn't find a problem. He mostly focuses on his training and leaves her to her own devices. Steve is growing more and more on her good side. He isn't just a gentleman but not half bad to look at either.

She begins to wake up earlier to spend mornings with him in the gym. She's not sure why or what she is hoping to accomplish or satisfy by doing so. She tells herself it's no big deal. She never peaks over at him or starts conversation. But she always catches sight of him afterwards. He's always sweaty after a good morning exercise and his hair is always twisted into a mess that she wants to reach over and fix for him.

One morning she is still doing some practice training and Steve is finishing up on his punching bag. He grabs his stuff and tells her goodbye as he heads to the showers. She nods and continues on with what she is doing. While he is still in the shower, her S.H.I.E.L.D issued phone starts ringing and flashes red. That's a sign either Coulson or Fury is calling in the Avengers. She reaches for it to answer when she hears Steve rushing out of the locker room adjusting a towel around his waist.

"Is that a call from Furry?" He asks. She nods at him to affirm a yes and he disappears back into the locker room to put on some pants but doesn't bother putting on his shirt. Then he rushes out again to go grab his shield and his suit as Natasha hurries behind to get ready herself.

A/N: Sorry it was more serious than humorous. In the next chapter I'll try to finish up how she started crushing on him. Then maybe I'll write a chapter on Natasha antics on harassing Steve.