reunited front

14

The restaurant is small with a comfy vibe as if it was a diner. Tony and Natasha sit themselves at the booth as the waiter placed down two glasses of water. 

Tony steals a glance towards Natasha in her black dress. His eyes widen in wonder as he looks away. "You're really pretty." 

Natasha looks at the man and gives him her signature smirk. "I know, and you look really, um, handsome." 

She wants to tell him that he looks hot, but she restrains from doing so--mainly because he has her all flustered. If anyone finds out, she'll deny it until the day she dies. Natasha Romanoff doesn't get flustered. 

The genius wants to tease her about her being flustered. He knows what that would do to her self esteem, so he decides against it. "You know, they have those stuffed shells you love so much."

She hums, "Sounds good to me." 

Tony grins at her. "Remember when we first met?"

"Yeah, and I remember how flustered you were," she adds. "I heard that conversation with Pepper in the gym." 

"Could you blame me?"

"Of course not." 

The two heroes smile at each other until the waiter shows up to take their orders. 

"Could I have the stuffed shells with a side of those mozzarella sticks, please?" She orders. 

"I'll have what she's having, plus an extra large pepperoni pizza to-go." Tony says. 

The waiter smiles at the two and excuses himself to turn in the order, leaving the two Avengers to their own devices. 

Tony's hand finds hers, and he marvels at how soft they are despite the years of fighting. "Your hands are soft." 

"I use moisterizer as should you." She teases. 

"Oh, come on, you like a man with rough hands." He says. 

"Yours? Yes." 

"I know, Starks do have a way with the ladies." 

"Oh, everyone knows." 

After about thirty minutes of flirting with each other, the food arrives in front of them. Tony pays in advance and leaves a hefty tip for the waiter. 

"You know, the last time I had italian was before everything went down." Tony admits. His eyes glisten with a sense of...hurt? 

"I wish things were done differently," she admits. "Although, I was able to find my sister during that time." 

"She's something else." 

Natasha chuckles,  "Well, she likes you so you're safe." 

"I figured." 

They eat in a comfortable silence until Tony breaks it minutes later. 

"You think this will work?" 

She looks at the genius. "I think so. Besides, we were never just friends." 

"Yeah, that's true." 

Tony gazes at Natasha before leaning in slowly. He's glad to see her lean in as well, inviting the other to pull them into a kiss. The kiss is slow and passionate, yet comforting to the both of them. 

Natasha pulls away. "The ladies are right: you are a good kisser." 

"It's a gift." He turns away with his cheeks turning scarlet red. 

"I think we can justify stealing each other's clothes?" She asks. 

"You can steal them anytime you want." 

"I will."