The next day, Steve had four job interviews. While each one seemed to go well, he got the same standard answer at the end, 'we'll be in touch.' Before heading back to Bucky's, he stopped in at New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art. His favorite pieces there were all by Monet. Yet on this visit he found himself completely bypassing each one of them to see the Da Vinci's. This is strange for him because he always avoided this exhibit, any time he went. They were Nat's favorites. Moving on autopilot he stops and remembers their first trip to the Met together. For two weeks, they didn't realize they had the same renaissance artists' class until they bumped into each other again.

"Excuse me, I was just going to my seat," Steve says, he didn't realize who he bumped into this time.

"Well, you really should watch where you're going," the girl replies, as she turns around to see the face of the guy behind her.

Once again, he is surprised at the green eyes locked on him.

"Well hi, Steve, Steve Rogers. It's been two weeks since I took you to the lit building. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."

"Natasha, umm…I-I didn't know we had the same class."

She is amused at his stuttering in front of her. After two weeks of not running into him, yet thinking about him more often than not, she realized Bobbi was right. She has a crush.

"Somehow I think this isn't the only class we share, Steve. You wouldn't happen to be in Professor Coulson's Wednesday art history class would you?"

Steve gets flustered again, but does admit he's in that class.

"Yeah, I am and Professor May's…"

"…Thursday poetry class, and also Dr. Simmons' anthropology class," Natasha finishes for him.

"How did you know I've got all those classes? Were you spying on me, Natasha?"

"Spying on you? That's rich. No, but I bet your major is in arts education. They're the same classes I need for my art history degree."

Steve is speechless that Natasha guessed his major even though she barely knows him. Before he can speak again, Professor Audrey Nathan calls for class to begin. While he took his normal seat in the second row, she sat right down beside him, instead of going up to the last row where she normally sits. For the entire hour they sat together, listening to the lecture and taking notes. Before the class ended, Professor Nathan gave them their assignment.

"Okay class, for your next paper I want all of you to write an essay on a renaissance artist of your choice. I also expect you to describe in detail the style of art, be it a painting, sculpture, or sketch. Feel free to visit to any of New York's art museums. This paper will make up twenty percent of your final grade at the end of the semester. This assignment is due by next Friday's class."

As the students depart for the weekend, Natasha follows Steve out. When they reach the exterior of the building she has a blunt question for him.

"Steve, would you walk with me back to my apartment?"

Once again Steve becomes sheepish and turns bright red.

"W-why do you want me to do that? I thought after class you'd run off somewhere to get away from me."

Natasha can't hide her amusement at his reaction, and she thoroughly enjoys embarrassing him.

"You don't know a thing about women; do you? A girl can't want a friend to walk her home every once in a while?"

"A friend, okay, I can walk with you to your apartment."

As they make their way towards her building, Natasha takes Steve's arm in hers. He's confused at her actions, but he does feel his heart rate increase somewhat at the closeness she is sharing with him. The rest of the way he is trying to find the right way to ask her out, and the walk is spent in awkward silence. When they reach her building Natasha pulls him up the steps inside and practically drags him to her front door.

"So, this is my place. Thanks for walking me home Steve. See you in class on Monday?"

"Yeah, umm…I was thinking about the assignment Professor Nathan gave us. And uh… there's a new exhibit at the Met opening this weekend on the renaissance. Seeing as how we have that assignment and all I was wondering…"

When he pauses, she looks at him with questioning eyes.

"I was wondering if maybe you would like to…, do you want to…"

When he pauses again, Natasha gets impatient and asks the question for him.

"Steve do you want to go see the new renaissance exhibit at the Met with me?"

"Hey, I was trying to ask you that."

"I know, so it's a date?"

He gets a lump in his throat and can only nod yes. She smiles back at him, then leans in with a quick kiss on the cheek.

"See you tomorrow Steve."

As he stopped in front of the Da Vinci's, Steve's asthma started to kick back in. His memories of Nat and their first date here were strong enough to inhibit his breathing. He struggled to catch his breath as he left the museum. When he got back outside his breathing stabilized. Beginning to think it was foolish to visit the place of their first date, he starts the walk back to his motorcycle. When he sees a flash of long auburn hair out of the corner of his eye, he chases after her.

"Nat? Nat wait!"

Jogging a quick pace down the sidewalk, he catches up to the woman in front of him. She turns around and Steve immediately realizes his mistake when he sees her blue eyes.

"Can I help you," she asks.

"No, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else. I didn't mean to bother you."

"No harm done. I hope you find who you're looking for."

Slowly Steve turns back around, and walks back to his motorcycle. He chides himself for chasing memories. Especially when he realizes Bucky was right. He never did get over Natasha.