"Natasha really? Your the spy, thus better at me at lying. Do the math." Steve told her whilst she was pacing back and forth.
"Your not listening! They are on the brink of finding out! Tony is going to post this in social media, Clint is going to be on your back, God knows what Bruce is going to do. I haven't seen him, and-"
Steve shut her up by grabbing her face softly and pulling her into a sweet lingering kiss. She relaxed into this, and slowly pulled away.
"Sorry." She sighed.
Steve just smiled and creases the side of her soft face, making her part her mouth slightly and look into his eyes. She touch his hand and continued to gaze.
"What are you doing to me?" She whispered.
"Loving you." He replied, just above a whisper.
Natasha then found herself and Steve up against the door, lips touching and in sync. Steve placed her hands above her head, and attacked her neck. (Natasha liked rough, so she taught Steve..)
"Steve-o. Dinners ready!" Clint yelled from the other side of the door.
He broke away and smirks at Natasha who was trying to hold her laughter.
"Thanks Clint." Steve sighed.
They waited for the footsteps to fade away, and the lift doors to shut. Natasha creaked opened the door and saw that the corridor was empty. She took Steve's hand and together made their way up to the 31st. The lounge and the main area everyone would go to, and in this case where they all eat.
"Wait. If your not cooking then who is?" Natasha asked.
The lift doors opened and her eyes shot opened. He was there, softly smiling at Natasha with a bunch of red roses. They were all beaming with hope, waiting for her to speak up.
"Bruce?"
