Hey my LOVELY people! Hope you all have a wonderful Valentine's day if you are a couple! But if you are single just like me, I hope you enjoyed a tons of chocolates and sweets :D

It's funny that I didn't realize it was Romanoger Appreciation Week on other social medias when I started these one shots LOL, what kind of fan am I?!

Anyways Thank you, dragonrider1234, TheJollyRoger, Supesfan18 and SportsFan64 for your kind reviews and magnificent ideas!

Again, this one is requested by SportsFan64, This is only Part 1 as Part 2 is still progressing :P (I had too much I want to write)

I'm planning to write all of the ideas that I received :) Just be patient and I will get to yours ;)

Please Don't Mind the Jealousy - Part 1

"No, I am NOT."

"You totally are. Natasha, you know you should make a move before he get devoured by one of the female rookies agents."

"You are being ridiculous." Natasha takes a step back, twists her body away from Maria, storming down the hall as her high heel boots makes the signature noise that strikes fear into every rookie agent's heart, she was gone with in no time.

Maria just cannot hide her smirk.

"Oh, Natasha, no matter how hard you try to conceal it, fact is fact, and truth is truth, it will always exist as much as you want to deny it. Love is in the air." Maria dismisses herself back into her office, still with the big smile, "There is a plan..." The corners of Maria's beautiful lips lift to curve higher.

No one can tell me what to do, Natasha thought, No one can manipulate me. I am not who I am from KGB nor in the Red Room anymore. Natasha slams the door shut, the bang noise startles the man who is currently up at her vent, and who she obviously does not notice due to her rage now.

Who the hell has upset the Black Widow? Hawkeye laying in the vent, rolls his eyes back as he can hear Natasha has turned her shower on, loud splashing from the water hitting the floor making him impossible to concentrate on putting himself to sleep!

Clint gets up, climbs toward the Captain's office, thinking that Steve should be catching up on the leftover paper work, he can actually enjoy a quiet afternoon nap.

Just as he expected, Clint Barton had a great nap with only the paper rustles in Steve's office.

Later...

Steve is punching at the sand bag as hard as he could be to relief those tight muscles from sitting behind a desk doing five hours of paperwork. He never know that writing reports takes that long, with Natasha, it always seems to be easy for her.

He glances at the clock, he has been here for over an hour. Those muscles of his is surely feeling better when they are put into good use. Steve grabs his towel and water bottle, heads for the shower right next to the training room.

But before he could, a group of people blocks his way.

A group of female agents.

"Hello, Captain." The blonde agent says, "we were wondering if you are free any time tonight?"

"Us rookies are celebrating the pass of our examinations, we are sent to invite you to join and celebrate with us..." Steve remembers as this black hair agent speaks, these ladies are from combat class, that he taught along with Natasha.

"Agent Romanoff is also invited." The ginger agent behind the blonde agent adds, "and of course, the boys went to ask her."

The other female agents giggles at what the ginger agent said. Steve fully understands what she meant. He knew that all the men are ogling at Natasha, whenever, whatever and wherever. His partner is like the brightest star among all in the night sky, so hard to ignore her existence.

"Captain Rogers?" The agents starts to sound worried, thinking that he might turn down the invitation.

"I will be there. And congratulations, agents. See you tonight. Now, may I?" The agents apologizing and moving out of the way as Steve gets his way to the shower.

But no one realizes, someone was spying and saw how the female agents were hovering over the delicious Steve Rogers. To them, he is like the innocent prey, awaits to be devoured. She's glad that she hasn't get caught by the boys. Because she knows she would have said no before she encounter this.

Well, if it's up to someone to watch her partner's back, it's gotta be her.

No one else is capable to anyways.

After making sure Steve has went into the shower and all the annoying fan girls are gone, she sneaks into the change room. It was easy for her to identify which shower stall Steve is in, because he is the only one in here now, besides her. Natasha remembers to lock the door after her entrance, she needs to talk to him, without risking to be interrupted. She patiently waits outside, sits on one of the bench, cross legged, elbow on her knee and her chin in her palm.

"Wow! What are you doing here Nat!" Steve jumps when he comes out of the shower, his hand clutches tightly onto the white towel wrapped around his waist. Water from his wet hair drops onto the wide shoulders and rolls down through his firm chests, hard six packs and disappear into the waistline.

"Nothing, I was just wondering whether or not I should go to the rookies' party tonight." Natasha lowers her lashes, tussles her hair, pretends that she is confused, "I come to ask for my partner's advice."

"Why not? We taught them and now they succeed, we should be there to celebrate and congratulate." Steve steps closer, right beside her perfume is more obvious to his nose in this steamy change room from the hot shower he took.

"I take that you have decided to go already?"

"Yes. A group of agents just ask me to join."

"Yeah, a group of female rookies." Natasha murmurs as she gets up and twirls herself away from her partner.

Steve heard what Natasha said, but he decides to not ask about it. He walks towards his locker and realizes that Natasha is still here.

"Sorry, Natasha, I need to...umm...change." Steve hugs his clothes to his chest, awkwardly facing Natasha.

"You can change. I won't peek." Natasha sweeps Steve from head to toe before she turns around. "I promise."

Just as Steve had zipped up his jeans, Natasha turns with her signature smirk and cocked brow, begins to button up his flannel shirt for him which had Steve Rogers stunned. Natasha leaves the first two buttons undone, knowing that how he likes his shirt done, and tiptoed to neatly fold the collar of his shirt down. She peeks through her lashes at his slight redden face and sight avoiding to meet hers, she almost couldn't contain her chuckle inside when she heard the hard swallow from her Great Captain as she pulls away from him.

"See you there, Rogers." And Natasha exits the room.

Steve Roger presses his hand to his heart that is pumping furiously, like he has been drugged with strong doses of adrenaline. He can still feel those fingers as if they are still brushing at his chest, her breath still tickling his neck, and her glance still making his knees weak.

Oh, Steve Rogers.

You have fallen for her, hard.