The Ultimate Fix-It Fic

3| Exactly *

Note: '*' will be used to note filler chapters where it's just fan and no fix. :)

It was Thursday, and Natasha was standing in front of her mirror, deciding on what to wear.

On one hand, her olive blouse fit the weather, but on the other, that can be easily matched by a regular tee. She frowned at herself.

Why was she being so indecisive? It's only ice cream.

With Bruce, a voice in her head added cheekily, sounding suspiciously like Maria. She shook it off and picked the blouse and threw it on, tugging on some white jeans she barely remembered buying.

Natasha shouldered her bag and glanced in the mirror, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear and sighed. So much for it not being like that, because it was exactly like that, and both Maria and Nat knew it.

She headed down to her fellow agent's office. "Hill?"

Maria looked up from her paperwork. "Romanoff?" she replied.

Natasha swung onto a chair. "I hate you." She leaned back, looking at the ceiling.

"Take a step back there, Nat," Maria said. "Why do you hate me, again?"

Natasha covered her face with her hands. "Because it's exactly fucking like that." She said, muffled.

Maria burst into laughter. "Relax, Nat. So you like him. He can't be the first guy you liked." When Natasha glared at Maria for a few seconds, the realization hit. "Oh."

"Yeah, that's right. 'Oh." Nat grimaced after a beat. "I said to myself, 'no guy's ever going to be worth your time, so don't even try and pursue anything' and here I am, pursuing it." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's at ten, so I woke up at five so I wouldn't be late. And now I need another coffee." She stood up and went over to Maria's coffee maker.

"Sure, you can borrow my coffee maker, Nat." The other agent grumbled. "It's not like I need coffee. It's not like that's why I wanted one in my office." She sighed. "Why, exactly, did you wake up at five for a ten o'clock date?"

Natasha was getting impatient at the coffee maker. "Well, if I wake up at five, that gets me half an hour of just rolling around. That's five-thirty. Then I wake up and do my routine, which takes about an hour, so that's six-thirty. Six-thirty's basically seven, so I eat my breakfast then and by the time I'm done, it's seven-fifteen. Seven-fifteen, I go and train for an hour so it's eight-fifteen, which is an hour and forty-five minutes before ten, so I freshen up and change and it's eight-thirty and I'm here." She sipped her mug irritatedly. "Which leaves an hour and a half, which is only six fifteen minutes. So, that's that."

Maria chuckled. "Do you have anxiety, Romanoff?"

"The fuck if I know," Natasha sank back into the chair. "Give me your phone."

Maria passed it over, rolling her eyes. "You know Fury won't appreciate being disturbed just for this, right?"

"He better appreciate it or he's getting cussed out." Natasha punched in Fury's number.

"What seems to be the problem, Agent Romanoff?" Nick's voice came over the phone.

"How did you know it was me?"

Fury chuckled. "Well, first off, I told Agent Hill not to call me, and the only people who would ignore that rule are you and Coulson, and he's dealing with that Robert asshole. So how are you? How's the Hulk?"

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Bruce is fine. The Hulk is cooperating. I'm taking him to ice cream. For catching me."

"Did you fall off a building and had the Hulk catch you?"