A/N: Next chapter! =D This concludes the mini story of how Natasha gained a crush on Cap. Maybe I'll continue with more, maybe I won't. If I do, it'll be about Natasha pretty much just harassing Steve to his embarrassment. And Tony will just be around watching it and kind of getting annoyed cause he gets caught up in it. If I don't continue it's because I don't have confidence in my humor or have writers block. Most likely I will continue because I have a few ideas:)

That night Natasha lies in bed thinking. She can't get his words to stop playing in her mind or the image of his eyes as he looked at her, his voice and his smile. Natasha fidgeted in bed. She had a strange want to sequel or hum and bounce around. She was happy.

She was content but not satisfied. She craved more of his attention. What has he done to her? Her thoughts kept wondering what he was doing and imagining him in his room. Was he already in bed or still awake?

She isn't in love with Steve. Love is for children. It's a weakness. She realizes it's just human attraction and she is only human. That answer didn't satisfy her, it was still admitting she has a crush. She refuses that to be true, because it's humiliating and girlish.

She turned over on her side, frustrated that she couldn't go to sleep. She was still giddy and her thoughts kept repeating late into the night until finally fell asleep.

Sharing the gym with him became increasingly difficult. She had originally liked how he left her alone when they were in the gym and gave her space but it began to bug her how much he concentrated on his own training. He was usually friendly except for when he was in the gym. Couldn't he turn around just once to look at her? Couldn't he lose focus long enough to take a break and start a conversation with her? She didn't initiate conversation because it was unlike her. She usually kept to herself most of the time. She attempted to gain his attention by starting target practice with her gun and started shooting loud shots. He must have really been in the zone because he didn't lay off the punching bag. She gave up and sat down and watched him. There was something beautiful and raw about him when he got into his workout. He was showed more of his hidden emotions while doing training practice and exercising rather than when he spent time with them. She watched him carefully for a good while and he never noticed.

The slow week had ended with the Destroyer attack by Loki. Natasha received more tasks after Loki's recent evil activity. She received more missions and didn't have as much time to spend in the gym like she had done last week. She wondered if Steve could possibly miss her company.

One of Natasha's missions that week called for her to go under cover. Sometimes to get the information she wanted, she had to get dressed up and use her looks. A form fitting black dress and waves in her red hair were enough to soften up some important men to let out a few secrets S.H.I.E.L.D needed to know. Flirting wasn't as fun as breaking and entering to find her information but at least she didn't have to hurt anybody. Oh, who was she kidding? She loved twisting men's arms for information after they underestimated her and flirted with her.

After spending most of the day on the mission, she was on a plane heading back to the Tower for the evening. Usually she changed out of her stealth outfits before returning home but this time she was contemplating leaving the dress on. Natasha never gave much thought to her looks. She was a beautiful women but she wasn't vain. She saw her looks as a tool that came in handy on missions but never as something more personal. She took a good look in the mirror and looked at her self. Her hair was still neat and in waves but she ran her hands through it anyways. Her dress remained in one piece this time. There had been no need to bust into combat. She reached under her dress and pulled out the gun strapped to her thigh and put it in her bag. She pinned one side of her hair back so her profile could show better. She had little makeup on but decided to reapply lipstick and played with her eye makeup to make them more dramatic and noticeable.

When she arrived home, she was still in her dress. The guys took notice of her outfit when she found them watching TV in the living room.

"Badda-bing, badda-bang." Clint said and let out a long whistle. "Someone is looking good tonight."

Natasha stayed modest but wore a small smile.

"Lady Widow! You look beautiful! Is there an honorable occasion you are attending tonight?" Thor asked.

"Perhaps a date maybe?" Bruce teased.

"I wouldn't be surprised. I bet she got asked on at least 10 dates on the way here." Steve said.

Natasha reframed from blushing. A skill not many could do, unless you had grown up learning to hide emotion. She peaked up at Steve who was smiling at her, just like they all were. Her small smile appeared smug but she was truly enjoying having Steve's eyes on her.

Just then Tony entered with a bowl of cereal in his hands. He saw her standing there and gave her a look from head to toe with a questioningly. He furrowed his brow. "What? No gunshot wounds? You usually come home with someone's blood on your hands. Did you lose?"

"Tony," Bruce said warningly.

"What's with the getup? Did you lose a bet?" Tony asked.

"Don't listen to him." Steve said. Natasha turned to look at him where he sat on the couch. "You look beautiful." He said encouragingly and then he winked at her.

That was all it took. Just a few nice words and a wink made Captain America a thief because he had just stolen her heart. Natasha finally admitted it. He was the dreamy sweet guy all the girls' swooned over and Natasha was no exception. And that was how Natasha Romanoff fell in love with Captain America.

A/N: Well there you go. Hope you enjoyed it=)