It had been a couple days since Steve's return to the headquarters and he was already, ready to start his training again. His wounds had been healing at an alarming rate, well for normal humans. His wounds usually healed faster, classifying him as a super soldier. He was glad that they were healing, so he was able to get back into the field and help his teammates, since he was the leader of the Avengers.
Natasha however had other plans in mind for Steve. She thought he needed more rest, to regain his strength and also so she could tell him about the romance sparking between them and Clint and her. She needed to explain this to him without him getting hurt. And god only knows that he would be the one getting hurt, well she'd hope that he would be and not her. She wouldn't know how to deal with that kind of hurt.
Natasha walked into the gym where the agents and others from S.H.I.E.L.D usually trained. She smiled, seeing that Steve hadn't noticed her walk in and was taping up his right hand in swift quick motions. She watched him briefly, watching his body movements then whistled to get his attention.
"Steven!" She called to him, not meaning to startle him.
Steve jumped and held his fists up; like his was going to attack and attacker then blinked only seeing that Natasha was in the room and smiled, waving for her to come over. Natasha smiled and walked over to him as he waved her over. Natasha never realized before, but Steve was handsome. He looked really nice in his gym shorts and tight t-shirt that he was wearing. He fell on him just right, and Natasha liked that.
"You scared the heck out of me, Natasha." Steve wasn't much of a person to swear. He rather and not curse in front of anyone.
"Sorry, Steven. I didn't mean to. But I have something else in mind for us to do today, since I am your trainer and all." She laughed quietly and motioned to his hands, telling him to take off the tape from his hands with her eyes.
Steven pouted, not wanting to take orders from Natasha but regardless, he listened to her and was being a gentleman. He then sighed, looking up at Natasha with a smile on his face.
"What is it, Nat?" He said, in a curious tone.
Natasha suddenly became nervous all over again. She was as nervous as she was on the night of their first date. She didn't know how to word what she was going to say, but there was no going back now.
She took a deep breath and blurred out, "Clint kissed me."
She looked up at Steve, her eyes unblinking as she studied his expression. At first it was soft and kind like it always had been, but then it turned rough and tight as he clenched his jaw. He balled his hands up into fists, and hid them behind his back. She could tell this infuriated him; he seemed to be possessive over Natasha.
"I'm going to go have a word with the Hawk." He grumbled, almost growling like he was already talking to Clint, and pushed past Natasha without even giving her a second glance and headed down the hallway towards Clint's room where he was minding his own business.
Oh no. She thought to herself while biting her lip. What have I done.