I am just watching Age of Ultron, and asked myself why Widow didn't try Thor's Hammer too. Let's just assume Ultron didn't attack.

Worthy

One by one, the members of the Avenger team left for bed, wishing each other a good night; until only Natasha and Steve were left, comfortably sitting on couches opposite to each other.

"So, Natasha. Why didn't you try to pick up the hammer? It would have been fun," Steve asked after a moment of silence. Natasha smiled, shaking her head, her curls bouncing lightly against her cheeks.

"Because it wouldn't have led to a different result," she explained, and Steve's eyes wandered over to Thor's Hammer, which was still resting on the coffee table. Natasha followed his gaze, and then, she found him grinning at her with a challenging expression.

"Try it," Steve said, gesturing at the hammer. Natasha rolled her eyes, but after a moment of being stared at by Steve, she stood up.

"I don't get why you want me to try it. If you didn't manage to pick it up, and according to Thor's expression, you were close, nobody can. I'm no match in strength when it comes to you."

"Try it anyway," Steve winked, his blue eyes gleaming. "If you pick the hammer up, you're the Queen of Asgard."

"That doesn't sound tempting to me," Natasha shrugged while positioning herself in front of the hammer.

"How about this: if you pick up Thor's Hammer, you'll get a kiss from me."

He was only joking around, therefore he was more than surprised when Natasha suddenly looked a little bit more convinced, giving him a flirty smirk.

Slinging her delicate fingers around the handle, she took a deep breath before flexing her muscles.

At first, nothing happened, even though she was pulling as hard as she could, but suddenly, she felt the resistance disappear. Opening her eyes, which she had squeezed shut because of the effort, she stared right into Steve's eyes in disbelief.

His warm fingers were lightly touching hers as his hands gripped the handle close to hers, and together, they were holding Thor's Hammer centimeters above the surface of the table.

"You really want that kiss, huh?" Natasha breathed, a tiny smile forming on her lips.

"Thor's Hammer says I am worthy," Steve mumbled back, their faces only inches apart.