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It took every ounce of masculine self-control Steve possessed for him to not cry out in shock when he walked through the door.
"Well. This is awkward" Natasha Romanoff drawled.
"Wha... what are you doing here?" Steve gasped.
"Speed dating" Natasha said brightly. She gestured to the chair across from where she was sitting. "Sit down."
Steve looked at her suspiciously.
"If I wanted to kill you, Cap, you'd already be dead."
Steve peeled himself off the wall and sat down.
"So. I'm Natasha" she said conversationally. "And you are...?"
"You know who I am" Steve said flatly.
"I don't think you quite get what we're doing here. Have you been like this all night? If so, prepare to strike out."
Steve gawped at her. "Does Clint know you're here?"
A slow smile spread across her face. "No, and you're not going to warn- you're not going to tell him, are you?"
Steve swallowed nervously. "No, ma'am."
"Good boy. Now... tell me about yourself. You're Steve, you're from Brooklyn. You work for the government... what else? What are your hobbies?"
Steve stared at her. "I... like motorcycles?"
Natasha nodded encouragingly.
"And pilates. And boxing. And going to the movies-" he broke off suddenly. "Wait- why is it so easy to talk to you?"
"Because you know me, dummy" Natasha said flatly.
"But we never talk... about anything. Except weapons and tactics, and your ability to kill men twice your size with your just your legs. You're actually the most terrifying woman I've ever met. But here I am, talking to you, easy as pie!"
Natasha stared at him "Nice epiphany?"
Steve nodded "I think so. I think I'm scared of women for the wrong reasons." he shrugged. "Huh" he sighed. He gazed speculatively at her. "What about you?"
"Oh, you know, I like to cook. I like dancing. Flower arranging. Shopping. Insert various other stereotypically feminine pursuits."
Steve frowned. "What do you really like to do?" he pressed.
Natasha quirked a smile at him. "Mixed martial arts. But I tell these guys that, and watch them run screaming from the room."
"I don't think you give guys enough credit."
Natasha studied Steve for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. Steve rolled his eyes, knowing he was being mocked.
"You're great, Rogers. Really cute. Good luck with that." her laughing stopped.
They stared at each other for a moment, until the bell sounded.
Well, it's been nice talking..." Steve said, jumping up and hurrying to the door.
"Don't.. say...anything to Clint on the way out" Natasha threatened.
Steve sighed and exited the room. He slammed the door. Clint stared at him. "Man, are you shaking?"
"Nope" Steve said. "We're all good. All good here." He hurried to the next room.
Clint opened the door and entered the Black Widow's lair. Steve heard his scream through the door.