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The bar just a few block away from SHIELD's headquarter is filled with people, and most of the rookie agents are already having drinks to their hands, playing pools or at the corner throwing darts.
Natasha steps into the bar, wearing a maroon hoodie, comfy black leggings, and for once, no killer heels but instead, a pair of converse. She puts on her favourite beanie that Steve got her as a gift for her birthday. Her entrance was quiet, but the rookies were still able to recognize her by the curvy figure and fiery red hair flowing from the charcoal beanie.
She sits down at her usual spot in the secluded corner, ready to enjoy her drinks until someone's arrival. But unfortunately, God didn't let her wish come true.
"Agent Romanoff!" a group of female rookies called as they sit down on the opposite side of her, "would you mind if we ask you some questions?"
"As long as they are not personal." Natasha chucks a shot of vodka that the waiter had brought over, and raises the empty cup to the owner behind the bar to thank him.
"Ummm, it's about Captain Rogers. We have a bet on if Yelena has a chance on going out with the Captain. Before we place our bet, we want to ask for advice, from his partner. Would he go out with a girl?" One of the girls asks.
"As far as I know, he is single." Natasha's calm voice gives the girls more confidence, and a sign to them that the Widow is not mad about them asking her questions.
"K, I'm gonna go put my bet on yes, who is with me?" The blonde agent announces, and pulls out a hundred dollar bill.
The others follow her, get up and go to the bar. But a brunette, that Natasha recalled that her name is Lucy, asks, "Agent Romanoff, would you like to place a bet as well?"
"I would only do if I think I have a 100% on winning. So, care to elaborate me about this Yelena?"
Lucy takes a sip at her beer, then begins talking, "Um. Yelena is one of recruiter from SHIELD, she found most of us here in this room. She kind of reminds me of someone..."
Natasha listens carefully as Lucy frowns and trying hard to search for that specific person, and Lucy's shocking expression when conclusion is reached left her questioning.
"Oh! it's you, agent."
Natasha lifts her left eyebrow, "What exactly are you talking about?"
"Uhhum. Agent Romanoff, Yelena looks just like you, similar figure, loves to wear her leather jacket, and the red hair." Lucy nervously let out a couch before gulps down a big mouthful of beer, "I believe lots of the boys here have mistaken her as you once or twice. Oh, here she is."
A woman has wavy red hair appears, with a black leather jacket hugging her curves, black jeans wrap around those straight legs, and black ankle booties to finish the look. Natasha has to admit that this Yelena is definitely a beautiful woman, and she has to agree with the rookie sitting here, Yelena and her does look alike. Natasha tries to not pay Yelena too much attention, but then cheering noises made by the rookies as their mighty Captain walks in the next second, are hard to ignore.
"Hey, Captain Rogers is here!" "Captain! Join us!" "Thanks for coming, Captain Rogers!"
Steve just nods at the rookies, he is very proud of them being able to become an agent at SHIELD to serve the nation. He scans the entire bar, trying to locate that one person says that she will be here to see him. He guesses that this might be a good opportunity to finally ask the question he has been holding back ever since he met her.
"Hi, Steve Rogers?" Instead, this lady in black leather jacket approaches up to him.
"Yes, ma'am?" Steve stands by the bar counter, the owner hands him his favourite ale and the lady beside him her martini.
"Yelena Belova. Ah, isn't it amazing to see all these great young people to join SHIELD?" Yelena sits down onto one of the bar stool, gestures Steve to sit beside.
Steve has a final scan to the bar, and successfully finding Natasha sitting in the corner makes him feel more comfortable before accepting Yelena's invitation.
Yelena explains how most of the rookies in this bar were recruited by her, Steve likes the proud in Yelena's eyes and voice, and he agrees with her, feeling so proud just like when he finally gets the chance to serve his country. Her speech about the rookies is interesting, Steve doesn't feel the usual awkwardness around women when it comes to Yelena.
Until she leans in closer to him.
"Hey, Captain, may I ask you something?"
"...Yes?"
"Would you mind going out with me..." Yelena is moving in even closer, her breasts are touching Steve's arms, her free hand is now caressing Steve's shoulder, she whispered into his ear, "tomorrow night?"
Steve didn't know how to react to Yelena's boldness other than blushing hard and dark red.
And suddenly, Yelena yelped.
"Ouch!"
Steve sees a streak of blood running down Yelena's cheek, he looks around to find the source and finds a tiny piece of glass lodged into one of the wine glasses that hangs above them, he shifts, seeing the pile of broke glasses around the spy's hand, frowning at what she just did.
"Let me help you." Steve turns back, offers, Yelena of course wouldn't let her chance slip away, hands him the stuffs and pushes her face closer towards the America Golden Boy, but her face turns into ashes as Steve talks.
"I thank you greatly for your invitation, but my answer is no."
At the far table...
Natasha spots her partner as soon as he came in. He is still in the same flannel shirt and jeans that she helped him changed into after his shower. He was never the kind dress to appeal anyways. The corners of her mouth lift upon his arrival, which she doesn't notice, but someone did.
"Oh. My. God." The rookie sat across from Natasha buries her face into her palms, "I see now that Yelena doesn't even stand a chance."
"What makes you say that?" Natasha's eyes fill with playfulness to Lucy's random reaction, but it fades the second when she sees Yelena approaches Steve.
"Your breathing pattern and your heart rate." Lucy points out bravely, "have changed and spiked as the Captain has step foot into the bar, if more so, when Yelena stood in front of him."
The shot glass in Natasha's hand is now cracked into pieces, and a piece is sent flying off to somewhere. The rookie can sense the anger that is flowing around the Black Widow now, she excuses herself to the washroom and quickly dials a number.
"Hey, plan is moving along. You are right. Now just see how she spills her jealousy."
"Oh, dear. Make sure you video tape this for me."
"Won't miss anything."
Natasha bites bottom lip, thinking whether or not she should go up to that Yelena, yanks her out of her chair, away from Steve, or she should just leave the bar. Afterall, Steve deserves a better person, and quite obviously, she is not the one.
When does a soldier and spy can be mixed together?
As that thought hits her, Natasha stands up, before she can move out of her chair, someone blocks her way.
"What was that." How can she not recognize this familiar voice. That wasn't even a question, he stated the sentence.
Green orbs are glued to the door of the bar, afraid of looking straight to those blue sapphire. How ridiculous, she is scared of nothing but one,
Steve Rogers.
"Nothing, it's just an accident, I'm sorry, I ruined your night." She think her voice is pretty calm, she is not showing any of her emotion right. Natasha, you just need to walk out of here, "I should go now, Fury just called."
"I didn't see you pick up any calls."Natasha feels some tension on her shoulders, her sight is forced to be aligned, and she is being stared by the man who stands in front of her, "Nat? Tell me what's wrong?"
How does he manages to make her knees are about to give out, simply by calling her name.
"I didn't mean to." sigh, she confesses, "It's just...primal instinct got in the way."
"What are you talking about?"
"Just...Don't mind my jealousy..." She places both of her hands on his strong biceps, pulling herself closer to his right ear, she whispers, "...I hate seeing other women drooling all over you."
"Oh, from the one who once told me to call Sharon. I thought you..."
A warm kiss is pressed onto his lips.
"...don't like me." Steve finishes his sentence.
"Never said that." Natasha smirks, "Just want you to practice, but since you said you don't need any..."
"No need when there is you." Steve brushes his right thumb though her cheek, "Hey, Would you mind, going somewhere with me?"
"That would be what we call a date in modern days, Steve Rogers." Natasha wraps both of her arms around his neck, her nose touching his, staring into those blue eyes that she absolutely adore.
"If that's what is called, then a date it is, Natasha Romanoff."He twirls her around, dips down and takes her lips, "There you go, there shall be no more woman drooling over me now, I'm marked by the Black Widow."
Natasha blinks, realized that the lousy bar just became dead silent. All eyes are on them, the rookies, bartender, and most importantly, the woman that just tries to ask her Steve out.
Yeah, HER Steve.
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