A/N: School's happening, so updating may take awhile. Please forgive me. But the bonus is that there will be some Cap 2 scenes in this fic, so stay tuned. Here comes one now, with my own retake. So I don't own basic plot, Marvel or Romanogers sadly.

Steve and Natasha were each trying to avoid each other's eyes, but especially the angry man sitting in the dark swivel chair behind his desk in front of them, his fingers laced into fists over his mouth. The tension was almost palpable, so palpable both of the teenagers were afraid that it was about to shatter into a million pieces when Fury finally broke the suffocating silence.

"This is the fourth time you two have been tardy," he started gravely, with a stern glint flashing in his one good dark eye. "I don't know what is going on, but if this happens again-" Steve cut him off before he finished.

"With all due respect, sir," the sandy haired boy interrupted in a rushed and breathless gust of air. "If you're going to punish anyone, it should be me. I caused Natasha to be tardy, so if anyone's to blame, that'll be me."

The red haired girl next to him whipped her head over to face him with her jaw hanging open. "Excuse me?" she snapped incredulously and then looked at Fury. "It was me, Principal Fury. You know me. I'm the rebellious student, not Steve."

"Oh, you think you can be blamed for this because you're the rebellious one?" Steve scoffed again under his breath.

"Yes. Name one time you've been in trouble when we weren't involved."

"You two-" Fury started, but the two were at it again.

"I'm just saying that if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't get in so much trouble. It's actually Stark's fault if you think about it," sniffed the redhead, crossing her arms and not looking at Steve. The other teen turned his lanky frame away from her.

"Well, I agree with that. And I'm the one who gets you guys out of the gutter, aren't I?"

"You two-" said Fury again, with a little more urgency to his tone, but they couldn't even hear him over their fiery attitudes.

"You know what?"

"What?" Natasha replied, finally staring at him.

"There has been something I have wanted to tell you ever since we've become friends."

"And what is that?"

Steve was really energetic now and didn't even really have control over the words coming out of his mouth. "Oh, I don't know, maybe that I-"

"YOU TWO!" Fury shouted, having enough of their bickering. The two people in front of him jumped in surprise and immediately turned back around to face him. Natasha looked mortified while Steve made an excellent job of memorizing the toes of his Converse sneakers. Fury leaned back in his care and squeezed the bridge of his nose. "I can't believe I am even saying this- no, considering it- but it's the only plausible reason why you two are tardy."

They both gazed at him with wide eyes and both exchanged a brief flash of a frightened look before turning back to Fury.

"You two know me well enough to know that I don't listen to rumors, especially ones made by Mr. Stark," he said and they both nodded. "But I have to ask just in case: Is it true that you two are in a relationship?" They both blinked in shock and didn't answer, making Fury repeat, "Are you two together or dating or whatever you kids call it nowadays?"

Now they both were back in their outbursts. "No!" cried Natasha.

"No way!" Steve waved his arms around in denial, also shaking his head vigorously from side to side. His dark blue eyes then slanted to the side. "But what exactly makes you say that?"

Natasha folded her arms on top of her chest and shot the warning glare she always gave him nowadays with those lovely blue green eyes. "Wait a second," she realized and snapped her head back to Fury, her dark scarlet locks fanning out in an arc. "Did you say Tony Stark has been telling these rumors?"

"That is correct," nodded the adult in front of them.

Steve's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Oh, when I get my hands on him-"

"That is, unless I get my hands on him first," growled the girl next to him and they nodded at each other and marched to the door to hunt down the big mouth Stark and hail down the enormous wave of their wrath upon him when Fury cleared his throat.

"Ahem." Natasha and Steve spun around to face him yet again. "You can't leave yet."

"Then what happened?" sighed out the words of Sam Wilson, one of Steve's best friends, who was currently leaning languidly against a large tree trunk, his grey T shirt sticking to his chest with sweat. He was out of breath from the running session they had just did around the gigantic area of Washington D.C. Steve, of course, was merely sucking in a small breath since he didn't run out of energy as fast of Sam, although he was a good athlete himself.

Steve shrugged, the sunlight playing out the golden streaks on his hair. "We had to do extra work for the fundraiser and stuff. It's no problem, really. As long as Natasha doesn't get in trouble or I'm in trouble."

"Speaking of which . . ." Sam then flashed a roguish grin, showing his white teeth that contrasted against his dark skin, and his brown eyes had an impish light flickering in them. "When were you planning to tell me that you were dating Romanoff?"

The other boy then let out a flustered chuckle under his breath. "Yeah, right."

Sam peered up at his best friend, eyes widened in bewilderment and then in disappointment. "Seriously, dude? She is intelligent, confident and sassy, not to mention smoking hot-"

"I'm not looking for smoking hot," muttered the other boy back irritatedly.

"But you have to admit, she is, right?"

"Well, yeah," Steve agreed absentmindedly. Natasha was not just hot, she was gorgeous. People couldn't help but watch as she went by because every single thing about her kind of demanded it, you know? And he was one of the many men who she attracted. And then Steve noticed Sam staring at him with the same stupid grin on his face. He jammed his sneaker clad foot into his side. "Idiot."

He then replied in a laughing voice, "I'm sorry, but if you keep showing up with her, late, everywhere, you can't not expect people to think that you're not 'getting in the sack with her', as Stark would say." He said the words using his fingers as air quotes.

The golden haired man looked down at him, blue eyes wide with great astonishment. "Okay, dating her was absurd enough," he started slowly with a shake of his head, "but no one would believe we're sleeping together."

"Oh, so you admit it?" Sam now looked intrigued, his fatigue evaporated and sitting up and leaning in intently. Steve glowered down at him again.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"But, dude, seriously, what do you two do every day?"

Steve then looked over into the distance. "Nothing special."

"I'm going to believe you two are dating until you tell me what's really going on," protested Sam stubbornly, gratefully accepting Steve's hand that pulled him up on his feet. "And as Fury believes, it is completely possible of you two dating."

"No, it isn't," Steve argued, but was secretly adding in his head, Oh, if only. But as if on cue, there was the loud purr and rumble of a souped up engine and the the increased cranking of rock music through a dashboard's stereo and both the athletic boys turned around to see the hottest, sleek black car ever. Inside was a way hotter, particular flame haired woman.

"Hey, fellas," she greeted in a low and seductive voice and straightened her matching black leather jacket.

"Oh, you're really not dating?" Sam whispered at his best friend and then scoffed in deep disbelief. "Yeah, right. She is picking you up, for God's sake!"

"Not in the sense you're talking about," muttered the other one in an annoyed tone.

"It's sort of the same thing, Rogers."

"Hurry up, Steve! We got a train to catch!" Natasha called out impatiently, unaware of what they were speaking of.

"Hey, also remember Black Widow and your job," Sam whispered at Steve and he nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, keep her distracted," he confirmed and began to stroll over to the car, telling the redhead, "He thinks we're dating."

She then let a mischievous and playful smile quirk the corners of her dark rosebud pink lips upwards. "Well, then, babe," she said in a coquettish tone. "Get your very hot ass in the car now."

"That's hilarious." He opened the car door and slid into the passenger's seat and added quietly, "Please do not encourage him." They both eyed Sam's impish smile.

"If you're not dating . . ." Sam shrugged and laid his hands on his knees as he crouched down. He nodded an appreciative glance at Natasha. "How you doin'?"

"Hey," she answered back and geared up the engine. Driving off, she sneaked a glance out of the corner of her eye and laughed at when she saw that Steve's pale cheeks were now flaming red. "Oh, come on! That was just for fun."

"Oh, is that what it was? It wasn't fun to me," he retorted, looking out the window.

"You really do have a very hot ass, though."

"Nat, please, don't even start going on about my ass. I'm very confident about it, thank you." But Steve was hiding the crawling patch of red on his neck.

"Do you mind if I call you that?" Natasha asked once they stopped at a blinking traffic light.

"Call me what?"

"Babe."

"Yes, very much. With all my heart, actually."

"Okay, how about baby?" She was obviously teasing him, but that didn't stop him from getting really pissed off.

"Same thing, so no again."

"Gumdrop?" She wiggled her eyebrows much like Tony did.

He frowned at her with his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes dark with a glare. "This is ridiculous, Natasha."

"Oh, I got it! Kitten."

"No comment."

"How about 'soldier'?"

"Ugh, no! Too boring and it makes me sound old-ish."

She now scrunched her brows together in confusion. "No, it doesn't."

"Yes, it does."

The redhead tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. "Come on, kitten."

Steve again just ignored her.

Natasha flashed a grin glowing with triumph. "Soldier, it is then."

"This is boring!" complained Tony, slamming his hands down on the table at The Dish, the only noise in the otherwise silent cafe and then placing his face in his upturned hands. "Someone say something."

"I hate you," Darcy cried.

"Other than her and that's obvious, Daisy!"

"It's Darcy, you dumbass!"

"Pepper, Daisy called me an dumbass!" the dark haired man whined to his girlfriend next to him, not even bothering to use her real name. The blonde next to him just shifted in his arms and placed a frown at both of them. Thor then waltzed into the cafe, inspecting something in his hands.

"What you got, Point Break?" asked Tony curiously and Thor revealed the fifty dollar bill he was holding.

"I found this on the sidewalk," he explained, shaking his head. "Perhaps we should find its owner-" But Tony had already snatched the money out of the blond man's hands and kissed it dearly.

"Oh, yes! It's a sign from the heavens! I'll buy everyone drinks with this." And with that happy note, he leapt up out of his seat and headed for the counter. Darcy shook her dark waves of hair around.

"That guy has a billionaire for a father, yet he uses stolen money to get us all drinks. Real nice guy you got there, Pepper," she noted sarcastically, but the other one just sighed. Clint laughed.

"I doubt she can hear you. I guess love is deaf, too."

"Come on, Barton, Lewis," Hill replied. "I could use a drink. Or a soda, in this case." The bell at the door rung again as the two missing teenagers from their group strolled in. Clint's brow took a shadowy turn as he watched the two of them go over with big smiles on their faces. Natasha never smiled like that around him. They both slid into the seat.

"Hey, guys," the redhead greeted. "What's up?"

"I got the drinks!" Tony zoomed over with a tray full of bottles of fizzing with bubbly soda. Steve accepted one gratefully.

"Thanks, I needed a boost."

Tony handed out the other drinks, obviously giving Darcy's last, which she just sneered at and Tony raised his own bottle. "A toast," he announced and gestured to Thor next to him. "To Point Break, for finding that cash to provide us this beverage blessing." They all tapped bottles and Steve was hesitant to take a sip.

"Wait a second," he started slowly. "You stole the money to buy this?"

"Well, technically, Thor did," shrugged the buyer boy nonchalantly and gulped down another sip while the golden haired one rolled his eyes before taking a tentative sip. Natasha let out a laugh.

"Told you we're the ones who get you into trouble, eh, soldier?" She bumped her hip against his and he smiled a small, rueful one.

"Whatever."

"Quick!" Hill suddenly cried out in a fierce and hushed tone. "Nobody move! Math slash physics teacher dead ahead." Everyone covertly turned to see Mr. Selvig, their said teacher, walk through the door and shift the textbooks looped in his arm.

Jane turned her brown eyes on everyone. "Mr. Selvig? He's cool."

"To geniuses like you, yeah. But to the rest of us, he's torture. Right, Natasha? Natasha?" She bumped her shoulder against the red haired girl's to catch her attention, since she had been staring off into the distance.

"Oh, ya, right," she mumbled against her bottle contemplatively. "I have to go. Can we meet up here tomorrow? To discuss the fundraiser?"

All the other girls nodded their heads and Steve got up from the seat next to her. "Cool. I'll hitch a ride with you."

Everyone else peeked at each other of the corner of their eyes while they left. Once they were completely across the street, Tony leaned in. "Something is definitely going on with them! I mean," he added, not caring that nobody asked for evidence, "they came in together, possibly meaning they drove here together, they were laughing and smiling and stuff, she was calling him soldier, and now they're hitching rides together." He sat back, as if well pleased with his argument.

Pepper nodded. "Well, yeah, they do seem to have something going on."

"'Seem'? They are!" Tony ignored the murderous look Clint was sending him from across the table, but soon, the bell pinged again and in walked someone who made Tony's eyes widen to saucer size and even Thor choke on his drink.

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