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Chapter 5

Clint went back to his farm after they spent the weekend at the Tower. It was weird for Natasha to now have a group of people who considered her a friend. She had Clint and sometimes went out to get drinks with Hill and May but that was it. Well, and of course the time she spent with Steve.

She knew she was playing with fire but when Steve asked her again if she would see the Harry Potter movies with him, she just couldn't say no. They watched them over the course of three evenings and ordered food and agreed that the books were better. But then again wasn't the book not always better than the movie adaptation? For the last movie night he even cooked for her. He made her lasagna and she couldn't help but feel like it was a date. And just like in the movies they both went for the popcorn bowl at the same time and when their hands touched she felt a spark going through her body. They both blushed and pulled their hands back immediately. She almost wished that Steve would kiss her good night when he walked her to his door. But he didn't and it was probably for the best. She couldn't lead Steve on, she could never be what he needed. He deserved so much more than a woman with an ugly and bloody past.

So she told him to hang out more with his new friend Sam when he asked her if they could start Star Wars at his place. He looked so sad when she rejected his invitation that she almost took it back but she knew that it was the best for him in the end. She really needed to find a girlfriend for him, so she wouldn't be tempted to jump his bones. Because that was it, wasn't it? She was just attracted to him, that was all. How could she not? He was tall, muscular , handsome and funny and kind. Okay you're getting off track here, Nat. She knew she was lying to herself. If someone asked her what her favourite part of Steve's body was and she would give an honest answer it would be his eyes. And she knew what that said about her.

Fury called her into his office two weeks later to inform her that she would have to "entertain" a target. Entertaining meant to flirt with him and maybe even seduce him if it was necessary. She never had to sleep with a mark for SHIELD but she knew that she would do it if she had to. Fury wanted her to get close to a member of the Yakuza who started to get too powerful on American soil. Osaki Katzumi was the head of the American Yakuza and liked brunette escorts which was Natasha way in. She would go with Katzumi to his place, put on a little show for him and download the data from his computer. STRIKE would be lurking in the shadows in case she needed back up.

Wait STRIKE? The whole team?

"Does that include Captain Rogers, Sir?"

"Of course it includes Rogers, Natasha." Fury would probably roll his eyes at her if he was the type for it. "All members of the Yakzua are highly trained in martial arts, they're basically ninjas. I want Captain America there to clock them down with his shield if it comes to a fight."

Steve had never seen her before in this kind of action. He never watched her do undercover before. She had no problems with flirting and playing with a target. She usually only had to drug the mark when they reached the bedroom, get him out of his clothes, drop a fake-used condom made by SHIELD into the trashcan, leave a cheesy lipstick message on the mirror and could leave with the intel without undressing herself. Yet still every SHIELD agent knew that they might need to have sex with a mark if the situation called for it. What if she had to have sex with Katzumi and Steve had to listen to it over the comms? Would he look at her differently? He came from a different time, would he think she was whoring herself out? Would he think of her less? She wished Clint was still her partner, he knew what was part of the job and would invite her to beer and cheeseburger after the mission. She somehow feared that Steve wouldn't be able to look her into the eyes after this mission. God when did she start to care about what others thought about her?

Fury sent him, Natasha and STRIKE to Los Angels to take out the Japanese mafia. He and STRIKE were supposed to monitor the situation while Natasha would try to infiltrate the organisation.

Natasha spent the day in the bathroom of the safehouse while they went through the blueprints of Katzumi's club. Steve wondered what she was doing so long in there but he figured it was part of the mission. He could hear the clicking of high heels and Rumlow suddenly whistled. Steve looked up and all he could do was stare. Natasha had brown long hair and was wearing a black shoulder-free dress with a slit on her thigh. Her lips were red and the black eye make up made her eyes even more green. She looked breathtaking.

"You wanna go for drinks after this?" Rumlow asked Natasha when she joined them at the table.

"I would rather die of thirst." She said and stood next to Steve.

Should he compliment her? He should compliment her. "You look great." He whispered and hoped the others didn't hear him.

She gave him a small smile. "Thanks"

Would she wear such a dress if she went on a date with him?

Wait, was she going on a date with their target? Was that the reason why she looked uncomfortable?

"How long 'til you worked your magic and Katzumi is too fucked out to notice you're stealing his data?" Rumlow asked her while he checked the ammo clip of his gun. Did she... were they expecting her to have sex with the guy? Didn't that cross some lines? Was Natasha okay with this?

Natasha just shrugged. "Give me two hours after I entered the club. If I'm not out by then, you can storm the place."

Rumlow nodded and Steve just stared at her with an open mouth. Natasha didn't look at him when she left the safehouse to get to the club. STRIKE followed her in a fake foodtruck and parked in the next street over to the club.

He couldn't stop thinking about the things Natasha might needed to do to get access to their framework. It was her body and her decision and she could do whatever the hell she wanted but he still felt a little sick. Did she only do it because Fury ordered her to? Rumlow and his team didn't seem to be bothered by it and so he tried to play it cool. He promised himself though to ask Natasha after this mission if she wanted him to talk to Fury about these kind of missions.

They could hear over the comm how pleased Katzumi was with Natasha and how he whispered to her how special and beautiful she was. How he couldn't wait to be alone with her. Natasha laughed at his horrible jokes and innuendos.

"No wonder the dude has to pay girls to be with him." Rumlow snickered. "He has zero game."

The rest of STRIKE hummed their agreement and Steve hoped that Natasha would be soon back. He was worried because of the type of mission she couldn't have any weapons on her besides her steel heeled stilettos. If she got made, she didn't have much to fight off Katzumi's people. He knew she could hold her own but over 30 ninja assassins seemed a lot, even for her.

Katzumi asked Natasha if he could show her his private rooms upstairs and she husikly agreed. He knew she faked it but the sound of her voice send a shiver down his spine. He never heard her sound so seductive. Katzumi told her all about his sports cars and the places he could take her. Didn't she want to go to Barbados with him for a weekend? They could have so much fun there, even though she wouldn't see much from the island, haha. Steve really wanted to storm that place and punch the guy with his shield through a wall.

He could hear kissing noises and clothes ruffling. Oh god, did he really have to listen to this? He knew it was all pretend but he was still jealous. Then there was a loud thump and silence.

"Target's asleep." Natasha replied over her comm. "I'll search the place for his laptop."

"Copy that." Steve managed to answer. They could hear the sound of drawer's opening and closing.

"Ha, found it. I'll start to transmit the data."

The screen in the truck showed that SHIELD was now connected to Katzumi's laptop. Data transmitting was at 11 percent. He could hear how Natasha kept roaming through the room. Suddenly there was a gun shot, a scream that sounded like Natasha and breaking noises.

"I've been made." Natasha yelled and it sounded like she was fighting.

"Okay, you heard the lady." Rumlow ordered his team to swarm the place. Steve jumped out the van and ran the street down to the club. Natasha needed him, nothing else mattered. He reached the club before the foodtruck and was already punching his way through to Natasha when he heard how STRIKE started to arrest people.

He ran up the stairs to the third floor where according to the blue prints Katzumi's apartment was. The door was wide open and Natasha fought off two men. Another three were already unconscious on the floor. Katzumi was snoring on the bed. Natasha did a roundhouse kick and her attacker crashed into the bar. The other man spotted Steve and ran towards him and he just grabbed him and threw him behind him against a wall. He had no time for complex fighting, he needed to see if Natasha was okay.

"I had everything under control here, Rogers" She punched the guy in the face when he tried to get off the bar.

"I know." He really knew that, he just needed to protect her. He would come for any of his team members but Natasha was special. She meant a lot to him.

Natasha grabbed a bottle of vodka from the bar and took a sip straight from the bottle. She raised the bottle at him and arched an eyebrow.

"No, thanks."

She shrugged and took another sip. He looked her over to check for injuries and saw blood running down her leg.

"Natasha, you're hurt!" He was by her side with four wide steps.

"Yeah, a bullet grazed my thigh." She took another sip from her vodka bottle.

He reacted on impulse and grabbed her by the waist and lifted her on the bar. He only realized what he was doing when he looked at her shocked face.

"What do you think you're doing, Cap?" She actually sounded more surprised than angry.

"Checking your wound." He replied and ripped the fabric of the dress to uncover the wound. Natasha gasped and he now noticed that he moved to stand between her legs and was very close to her in general. Her eyes were very green, were they always this green?

He grabbed a towel from the bar and the vodka from her hands and cleaned her wound with it. She hissed and he mumbled a sorry at her. "I don't think you'll need stiches, Nat."

If she noticed that he used a nickname she didn't show it. Who was he kidding of couse she noticed it but he wasn't laying knocked out on the floor, so he assumed she was okay with it.

"You don't have to do these missions if you don't want to." He whispered to her.

"It's no big deal."

"Okay. I would have talked to Fury."

"I know. It's part of the job and I never had to sleep with a mark before for SHIELD."

But she did have to sleep with targets before, for the KGB and Red Room. He read her file, he knew what she had to do. And he would have hated it if she had to do it again against her will.

He realized that his hand was still resting on her thigh when she sightly moved it. He looked at his hand on her skin and her skin was so smooth and soft. If he was honest, he would like to touch more of her. He looked up and Natasha's gaze fell to his lips. He read all those dating books Stark gave him as a joke and when a woman was staring at your lips and heavy breathing, it meant she wanted to kiss you, right? Now or never, Rogers! He closed his eyes and leaned towards her. He brushed her lips and she didn't pull back. He was about to press his lips completely against hers when someone spoke up.

"Here you are!" Rumlow shouted from the door frame. Steve jumped back from Natasha who looked startled. Rumlow grinned smugly. "Am I interrupting something?"

"No!" Natasha snapped and jumped off the bar. She winched and he wanted to support her but she patted his hand away and walked over to the bed where the laptop was. She unplugged the USB-drive and threw it at Rumlow. "Here, transmission is complete."

She limped out the room and SHIELD agents came in to arrest Katzumi and his men. Sitwell would later tell them that they had enough intel from their servers to freeze all their accounts and the American Yakuza was bankrupt for now and it would take them some time to rebuild.

Steve got out of the club and Natasha was sitting on the pave walk with a paramedic kneeling in front of her and taking care of her wound. He wanted to talk to her about what just happend. They almost kissed, well lips were slightly touching, so did that count as a kiss? With only two, maybe three , kisses now under his belt he wasn't really an expert in that area. He would wait until DC and when they were alone he would ask her out on a date. After what just happend he was sure he wasn't the only one who felt this spark between them.

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