On The Edge. | Steve Rogers.

twenty two.

"So tell me about blondie." Natasha hummed, leaning forward with curious eyes. They were still doing this strange roleplay game, what roles they were portraying, he wasn't even sure at this point.

"Blondie." Issac mumbled the nickname slowly, glancing at Steve talking with Thor across the party before turning back towards Natasha. "Not sure there's much to talk about." he looked down at the cocktail glass she placed in front of him, eyeing the drink wearily. He made the mistake of not paying attention to what she put in it exactly.

"Oh really?" She poured herself what looked like a margarita, taking a small sip and raising an eyebrow at him. "Because it didn't look like 'nothing' about ten minutes ago."

Issac sighed through his nose, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a hesitant sip. It wasn't awful actually, a bit strong, but not awful. He took a larger sip before placing it back down, carefully tracing the rim of the glass with his fingertip.

Natasha watched him expectantly. She wouldn't actually force him to say anything if he really didn't want to, but she also knew the tension between the two Avengers had to come from something. Their relationship had been rocky in the beginning, the two of them barely being able to stand each other's presence for more than a few hours. She was glad to see that over the past four years they had developed an odd sort of friendship and were able to get along with each other and compromise where their ideas couldn't meet. But there was something underneath all that, something suppressed and hidden away by both of them. There were times where they were calm and confident, but there were also times where they teetered around each other, where they seemed timid and distant, distracted gazes and whirling thoughts unbeknownst to both of them. Natasha wasn't stupid, nor was she oblivious. Sometimes, all you need is a bit of a push from those around you.

"I guess you could say-" He paused, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. He sighed again, thinking as he brought the glass to his lips. "You could say I'm attracted to him." he finally admitted.

"You don't say." Natasha teased lightheartedly.

"Is it that obvious?" He mumbled, hiding his face in the palm of his hand.

"No." She chuckled, taking another sip from her glass. "But I notice things." She gave him a knowing smirk. "So, do you...like him?"

Issac hummed, finishing what was left in his glass in a few sips before setting it back down. He waited for the burning sensation in his throat to die down, giving him time to really think. He never actually took the time to process his feelings. As he mentioned, he was definitely attracted to Steve on a physical level, the man was more than easy on the eyes. However on an emotional level? That was something entirely different. He'd grown to know the man quite well and enjoy his company. He was a bit of a dork, but he was kind, an incredible man. Sometimes, he made Issac want to be a better person, to be nicer, more open to people around him. He was patient, and he cared, he was there when Issac needed him and not just as a caution or as a formality either. Issac felt grounded when he was around Steve.

There were many things that Steve made him feel, plenty of things he brought out in him, but he never actually sat down and let them process. He never let himself think about the possibility of more than a friendly relationship with Steve Rogers because it never seemed possible. Steve was Steve, and he was Issac, that was blatantly clear the first day they met. Would they even work as a couple? How long would they go before they inevitably got into their first argument? How long before their first fight, before they were slamming doors and telling each other to get out? Did Steve even see him that way? He wasn't even entirely sure if Steve was into guys. The man could be so unreadable sometimes, it was hard to judge.