A/N: I feel like this chapter came out more random. The first scene was supposed to be short but ideas kept coming to mind and then I realized it was longer than I planned on. I think the next chapter shall be the last. Hope you have been enjoying the story! Thanks again to all my reviewers! You're the only reason I didn't stop at the second chapter:)

Steve is walking down the hall when he see's Tony coming around the corner, grumbling to himself while holding an ice pack to his head. He looks up at Steve, his eyes look annoyed and angry. Steve turns around quickly and starts heading back in the opposite direction but it's too late, Tony has already spotted him. "Hey! Get back here, America!" Steve hears Tony's stumping feet running after him.

Steve sighs and turns around to face him and he is automatically slapped in the face with something cold. Steve touches his face where it feels numb from the cold ice pack. "Did you just hit me with that thing?"

Tony slaps him again with it. "Stop it!" Steve says.

"Whats wrong Spangles? Don't like the cold? If you keep dragging me into this screwed up situation of yours with Natasha, I'm sending you back into the ice for another 70yrs to be a capsicle again!"

"Its not my fau- " Slap. "Tony!" He grabs the ice pack from his hands in one swift movement. Then Steve slaps him twice with it on each cheek.

Tony stares at him stunned. "Did you just bitch slap me?"

"No, I don't know what that is." Steve hits him again. "But don't use that kind of language!" Tony glares at him.

"As I was saying before, it's not my fault. But I'm sorry you're getting caught in the cross fire." Steve looks at him sincerely as he speaks. "It's just that Natasha won't quit."

"Then just bang her already!" Tony says.

Steve looks at him shocked. "I can't have her shot!" He says appalled.

Tony looks confused. "What? No! I meant- Bang means to…. Oh, never mind. Just get with her already! You know, court her or whatever it is you call it in the good old days. Make her your dame."

"I can't just 'get with her'." Steve said. "I don't even know how I feel about her yet."

"Oh, please." Tony said. "She was practically on top of you yesterday and I didn't see you protest."

Steve blushed. "I wasn't sure what to do! I don't know how I feel about her yet!"

Tony rolled his eyes and looked away from him as he gained some composure. He couldn't even look at Steve right now. "Are you telling me that while one of the hottest women out there, who rarely even likes anyone, is trying to get into your pants, and you won't do it because you don't know your feelings? What kind of a man are you, Rogers?" Tony took the ice pack from his hands and slapped him again.

Steve stayed still for a moment and let the anger slip away. Then he turned back to look at Tony annoyed. "A gentleman." He said. "And give me that!" he said, stealing it from Tony again. Tony reached to take it back but Steve held it higher where he couldn't reach. "Give it back!" Tony tried to climb him for it and Steve was trying to shove him away with his foot. They started to fight over the ice pack.

"Ow! Did you just bite me? Ow! You bit me! Ow! Tony that's me face! Get your hand of my face!"

Tony had him cornered against the wall when they both fell. Steve held his arm up still with the ice pack in his hand trying to keep it out of Tony's reach. Tony climbed over him trying to reach for it anyways. He had one arm stretched out for it and used the other for support to not fall over, except his hand was mushing against Steve's face. That's when he resolved to biting Steve's arm to make him give it up.

"Give it back, Spangles!" Tony said.

"Make me!" Steve said and then he bit into Tony's hand that was on his face.

"Ow! Mother- " Tony said and then Steve started trying to shove him away again with his foot.

"Okay! Okay! I'll help you!" Tony cried out. "Just get your foot off my face!"

"Sorry." Steve said bashfully. "Thanks Tony."

"Yeah, well. I guess we are best friends. So I'll try to keep Natasha off of you until you figure out your feelings." Tony said as he got to his feet.

"Thanks Tinman." Steve said smiling at him from the floor.

"Don't call me that, Spangles!"

"Then don't call me Spangles! Soup can!"

"What did you call me? Soup can! That doesn't even make sense."

"Because you're the tin man. Soup cans are made of tin…"

"No, just no. Leave the nicknames too me, Capsicle."

"You always use the same three."

"No! Sometimes I call you boy scout and sometimes old man."

Steve made a face at that last one. "I'm not old."

"That just proves my point. Old people always get touchy about their age." Tony said with his chin in the air. Steve grabbed his ankle and pulled it down sending Tony falling back to the floor.

"Ow! My back!" Tony yelled.

"What did you say, old man?" Steve said.

"Oh no no! You're not allowed to use my words against me!"

Steve grabbed the ice pack. Slap.

"Oh no you did not just- " Slap, slap.

And then from there they started fighting all over again. Best friends forever.

The next day Steve was heading to the kitchen for dinner when he smelt mouthwatering aromas coming from behind the door. He instantly perked up. Thor must be cooking again, he thought.

He opened the door to see a flash from the past waiting for him and his mouth dropped open.

"Natasha?" He said disbelievingly.

Stood before him was not regular Natasha but a 1940's women. Her hair was a pin curled updo. She wore a formfitting dress and oxford pumps. She had long thick black lashes with winged eyeliner, blushed cheeks and red lips. She wore a string of pearls around her neck. She had on apron and cooking mittens that she was holding a pie with. Behind her sat a decorated and set up table with meatloaf waiting to be served.

"I hope you're hungry, I made dinner for the two of us." She said pleasantly with a wide smile.

Steve didn't deny that she looked beautiful in her 40s styled outfit. He stood at the doorway gazing at her admiringly.

Then the alert rang and there was commotion heard amongst the tower as the Avengers ran to get their gear. Steve reacted quickly and headed for his suit and shield.

He opened his closet to see his shield and suit weren't there. Natasha.

"Where's my super suit?" He yelled.

"What?" Natasha called back.

"Where - is - my - super - suit?" Steve yelled again more clearly entering the living room.

"I, uh, put it away." Natasha said from the kitchen doorway.

A helicopter exploded outside the living room window. "Where is it?" Steve said urgently.

"Why do you need to know?" Natasha said angrily.

"I need it!" Steve said as he started to look around for it.

"Uh-uh! Don't you think about running off! I've been cooking this dinner all day!"

"The public is in danger!" Steve said.

"My evening's in danger!" Natasha yelled back.

"You tell me where my suit is, woman! We are talking about the greater good!"

"Greater good? I am your wife! I'm the greatest good you are ever going to get!"

Tony appeared wearing one of his ironman suits's arms, directing it at Natasha threating. "Natasha, this isn't a scene from a 1940s movie or Disney. Give Captain America his suit and shield."

"Disney? Is that were that dialogue was from? I thought it seemed familiar." Hawkeye said.

"Not now, Hawkeye!" Tony yelled at him. "Can't you see I'm trying to defend Steve from her until he figures out his feelings?"

Hawkeye looked at Tony like he was crazy. "Uh- huh. Yeah, I think I'm just gona go save the world now with Thor and Bruce while you all figure out your feelings." He said pointing towards the door and then he left as he mumbled something under his breath about being a team of care bears instead of super heroes and that they were all going crazy.

Tony was watching him leave when he heard the sound of a switchblade flipping open. He turned around and saw Natasha holding a gun in one hand and a knife in the other and already suited up in her black crime fighting outfit.

"What the hell? How do you even do that?" Tony said exasperatedly.

"I believe you wanted to start something?" She said, giving him 'the look'.

"All damn. There's that look of yours again." He said. In one swift motion she threw the knife at him and it landed in the wall an inch away from his head. Then she pulled out another knife out of thin air. Tony held his hands up defensively. "Did I mention it was a nice look?" He said.

"Don't worry Tony." She said. "I'll make sure the death certificate says died of natural cause and leaves out all the gory details."

"Worried? Who said I was worried? I'm not worried…" Then another knife landed on the other side of his head in the wall. "Eek." He squeaked.

"Steve? Can you hurry it up a little?" Tony said.

"Hold on! I can't find my shield!" He said.

"Forget your damn shield! Hurry up with your feelings!"

Steve stopped searching and looked up at him. "Tony, those things can't be rushed. Don't be so pushy."

"Hear that Natasha?" Tony said. "Don't be so pushy." Another knife was sent flying and landed above his head. "Gah!" He said and then he ran for it.

A/N: I got part of the dialogue from The Incredibles movie, I'm not sure if yall spotted that=) I give credit where credit is due. Oh, and to the reviewer who asked about the tumblr post, I'm sorry I can't find it. It was just a cartoon image of Tony eating a red, white, blue popsicle while Steve watched awkwardly. Thhat's were I got the idea for the last chapter. But I found a similar drawing on…

Marinacorn dot tumblr dot com (slash) post (slash) 25175795823 (slash) because-steve-likes-popsicles-and-tony-likes …and then just scroll a little farther down to see it on the page.