Steve stood in the middle of the training center, his eyes focused on the opponent in front of him. The wrap around his left hand was slowly becoming undone as the tenseness of the atmosphere increased. His brain became fixated on the young woman that stood before him, her hair tied back in a ponytail and her own wrap becoming loose. They danced around each other before she struck at him with a single kick yintending to knock him out. She failed.
"Nice round, Rogers." She spoke out of breath.
"You too, Romanoff." Steve chuckled as he cleaned himself up and the training room.
"We still on for that dinner?" Natasha threw her stuff in her bag and pushed it over her shoulder.
"It's just dinner with the gang, right?" Steve raised an eyebrow.
"For the most part." She smirked and walked with him to their rooms. "There might be dancing involved."
"Nat, you know I can't dance." Steve shook his head, "Never got to the chance to learn and I don't know if I wanna at this point."
"Steve, c'mon. Don't you dare look back on your past again. Look at the now and enjoy it a little." Nat looked at him as her mouth quirked. "Promise me, tonight you won't even think about her?"
"Natasha-" Steve spoke before he was stopped.
"No, Steve. Please... Do this for me?" She pouted her lip, "Don't you dare look back tonight."
"Fine, I promise." He nodded and submitted to her will for the next nights plan.
