Steve was unbelievably pissed off by the news that Natasha had told him, even if Natasha didn't know it. He ripped off the tape on his hands that he used for the punching bag and threw it on the ground of the hallway as he walked. Natasha was his and not Clint's, regardless if he didn't ask her to be his yet. Steve stormed down the hallways to where Clint's room was, not even getting anyone a second look as he passed them. He normally would say hi or wave to a passing by agent, but his mind was on other things. He needed to make himself clear to Clint, no matter what it was going to take; he just didn't want to hurt Natasha's feelings in all of this. He cared deeply for her, even though they had been on one date and kissed a couple times. He still wanted her to be happy, and if it wasn't with him, he would let her go and be happy, regardless if his feelings would be killed and sent into another deep depression, like when he woke up and realized all of his friends were dead.

Once Steve reached Clint's door, he slammed his fists against to wooden door and the frame almost barking out orders at Clint from the outside, "Open this door, Barton! You have some explaining to do!" His slamming vibrated the door and the surrounding wood panels.

Clint's head shot up when he heard the banging on the door and grumbled, getting out of bed and went over to the door. Wondering what this could be about, because his kiss with Natasha, completely slipped his mind. He opened the door and scratched the top of his head, mumbling. "Hmm?" Almost seeming like he had just woken up.

"You kissed Natasha." Steve replied bitterly to Clint's 'hmm'.

"Yeah?" Clint blinked, rubbing his eyes. It seemed that Clint had just woken up from a nap and wasn't expecting to be disturbed by anyone at this hour, since his sleeping schedule was already messed up.

"Do you not see anything wrong—" Steve growled angrily and slammed his fists again, "With what you did?"

"No?" Clint quirked an eyebrow at Steve while he spoke.

"Maybe you should. Natasha is mine; she and I are almost a thing. More of a thing than you and her will ever be with her." Steve said with a bitter angry tone, wanting Clint to get worked up. Which was way out of character for him, he never went looking for a fight that was unnecessary.

"You and Nat? Ha-ha. Very funny, nice joke, Rogers." Clint said with a chuckle, getting a little irritated that Steve was still here talking to him. His eyes having a flicker of anger in them.

"We kissed and went on a date, Barton. Did you even notice that she seemed more distant to you?" Steve quirked an eyebrow and stepped closer to Clint, putting his foot in the doorway, just in case Clint tried to slam the door shut like a coward.

"Yeah, so?" Clint scoffed, knowing that it was more than what they had done recently, but he wasn't going to bring up Budapest with Steve; it would only make him more anger about the whole situation. He would just use that information at a later date.

"She is mine, back off." He hissed at Clint, balling his hands up into fists. Knowing that Clint was able to be fast enough to block his right-cross.

"She'll decided who she will allow to own her." Clint acted like Natasha was just a piece of merchandise and not a woman, even though he knew better than to say that about Natasha. He knew talking about her in such away would piss of Steve even more than he already was.

"She is a human being who deserves to be treating as such." He growled and closed his eyes, thinking to himself for a brief moment. Should I do it? Should I punch him across the face? Would it hurt Natasha's feelings? Man, I really want to.

"I'll treat her like a woman." Clint winked, noticing that Steve had gone into deep thought, "What's the matter, Captain tight pants? Are you about to give up your chase for Nat's heart?"

Damnit. That's it. I can't even take this anymore. Steve thought to himself.

Steve rolled his shoulders in preparation to punch Clint across the face, ignoring his naming calling and comments.

"What's the matter? Teseratc got your tongue?" Clint snickered out his comment, almost doubling over in laughter.

Steve exhaled and fixed the positioning of his feet, swinging his arm up to fake Clint out on his left then going in for the right hook to his face; which took Clint by surprise, the impact of the blow made him stumble and fall backwards onto his ass.

"Bastard!" Clint growled at Steve, rubbing the side of his face.

"I think I have made my point clear, Natasha will end up being mine. I'll treat her like his deserves to be treated." Steve nodded firmly before turning on his heel to head back to his room to cool off and get a shower.

Meanwhile…

While all of this was going on, Natasha was behind one of the corners that was closest to Clint's room, listening in on their conversation. She made the right facial expressions at the right times and ended up smiling at the end, from what Steve had said. This might work out…

Natasha was happier than ever, regardless if her best friend had his face punched in byh the super-solider.