Tumblr Writing Prompt: Sing (badly) to old songs to try and cheer the other up

Cheer Me Up

Natasha had never thought that it would be possible for Steve Rogers to be in a bad mood. Or, well, at least she had never thought that he would be able to show it openly. He was always so damn polite, she'd never really heard him swear, and so she'd thought she would never see him in anything like a pissed off state.

But now she was sitting in the living area of the Avengers tower, opposite to a Captain America with a rather sour expression. It nearly looked like he was sulking, and she knew that it was all Tony's fault. Of course she had known about that stupid prank, Tony hadn't really made much effort in hiding his plans from the other Avengers. However, she hadn't thought that it would lead to this – a Steve who was sulking on the coach and hadn't said anything else than insults in the last hour.

She knew that it was up to her to solve this problem; none of the boys would be able to approach him without stepping onto his toes – again.

Inwardly cursing men and their incapabilities, Natasha tried to think of a way to cheer Steve up. In this moment, she realised that she didn't know as much about his hobbies as she would have liked. He liked to run, he was riding his bike when the weather was good. But did he do anything else besides that?

As she tried to think of anything, Steve threw the newspaper he'd been reading onto the coffee table, cursing under his breath. Before Natasha could realise what she was doing, she sung shakily: "Prends garde á ta langue, Rogers."*

He glared at her, and she knew that he had understood enough of the French song to know what she'd said. Obviously, her pun towards his famous 'Language!' wasn't amusing in his eyes. Quickly, she thought of something else. She knew she sounded horrible while singing, but she desperately wanted to see him grin again – this sulking Steve scared her.

"Summertime... and the living is easy..."

Natasha could see the corners of his mouth twitch as she continued with her horrible interpretation of the song, and by the time she sang 'So hush, little baby, don't you cry...', he was smiling.

"Nat, please. Stop singing, it sounds horrible. I'll do whatever you want, but no singing."

*Prends garde á ta langue by Zaz ("Watch your language")

Summertime from Porgy and Bess