*Steves POV*

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I got to my feet and followed her with my gaze. How does she know how to fight yet looks so innocent while at it?

'Wow, Steve you had no chance.'

'Yeah Steve that was embarrassing. Oh and you stole my nicknames. Sweetheart AND doll? You couldn't just leave one for me huh.'

Natasha and Bucky made their way to the edge of the ring, laughing, I was still in a shock and wanted to find out where she learned to fight like that.

'Did you guys know? Where did she learn that? She looks so extremely innocent...'

'Dude no idea, I would have told you.'

Bucky looked at me with the same surprised look I had on my face. Natasha looked at the ceiling before composing herself.

'I kinda knew. The other day, in the kitchen, I slipped and my cup fell out of my hand. Without looking up, that girl, caught it. I did some research and sure enough our little assistant is anything BUT little. She has the same S.H.I.E.L.D-training as I have, well... , She even has the highest score of her year... and higher than mine.'

I looked at her baffled. How did I not see that?

'Anything else you found out Nat?'

'Yes but that, I want you to find out by yourself. I don't think she would appreciate me telling you that kind of information...'

Yet again , surprised, I followed them out of the room still thinking about what had happened.
Not only did she kick my ass with ease, but we had a moment. Even I can't deny it. It's the second time this happened. I felt myself harden again and felt the need to adjust myself. She is making me crazy. Every time I close my eyes, her perfect face appears in my inner eye. Always smiling at something my teammates say or do but as soon as she faces me, her smile fades. It makes me furious, really. I wish she wouldn't be as uptight with me. This whole Siberia-thing is why she hates me and if I could I would make it right even if she has no right to be mad about something she has no part in... Which made me think- What if she is hiding something else?
With that thought I made my way to take a shower and brooded about (Y/N) Young.

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