The Widow and the Warrior

Fighting The Feelings

Natasha sat on a couch within a small room in the Avengers Tower; Steve had decided to accompany her, and she didn't mind it.
The A-Team was on the T.V, but Natasha wasn't really paying attention. She glanced at Steve and studied him for a moment; she had spent plenty of time observing him, but she wasn't tired of it yet...

Steve was sitting on the couch, totally fixated on The A-Team. He was sitting quite comfortably, with his arms crossed over his chest, and his legs stretched out in front of him. He felt Natasha's gaze on him, but he chose to ignore her- it wasn't like they hadn't stared at each other many times before.
It was hard not to look at her. She was beautiful, and he was starting to fall head over heels for her. Probably a mistake on his part, but he was helpless. And he knew there was tension between them.. lots of it. Every shared glance, every secretive smile, their flirting, their banter... their relationship straddled the line between romantic and platonic so often he wasn't sure which direction it would stay in. They weren't exactly... together, per se, but neither of them seemed to deny the fact that they liked each other.

Natasha smirked slightly. "You enjoyin' the movie?" She asked sweetly; slightly leaning towards him.
She immensely enjoyed playing and teasing the blond beside her.
Her green eyes sparkled as she met his gaze.

Steve rolled his eyes good-naturedly, never taking his eyes from the screen. "Well duh. Your attempt at a distraction is failing miserably. See how I'm not even lookin' at you?" He leaned back against the couch a little more, stealing one sideways glance before focusing on the movie.

Natasha chuckled. "Who said I was trying to distract you?" She asked.
No, no...that wasn't a distraction at all. It was nothing compared to some things she had done, or the things up her sleeve.

Steve gave her a dry look. "I can tell you're trying to attract my attention in one way or another, Romanoff. And it's not gonna work; I can tell you that right now. This movie's too good. Even if I have seen it about 20 times now."

Natasha feigned an offended look. "Hmph... I can't believe you'd think that, Rogers,"

Steve smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Ah, of course you're upset. The first time you've failed to attract my attention. But now you've got my attention." He even paused the movie, just to prove his point.

Natasha turned away from him.
"Maybe I should just leave," she whined softly.

"Awh, you bored, huh?" Steve teased, his eyes glittering with playfulness. "And let me guess, you want me to fix that? 'Cause I have ways and means."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Oh really?" She taunted.

Steve narrowed his eyes with the challenge. "Really," he affirmed. "You know that I have boundless energy, and what's a girl like you to do with that, hm?"

Natasha turned to give him a humourless look.
"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You and me. Spar." Steve answered succinctly, rising from the couch. Of course, he just so happened to be wearing a tight-fitting shirt - no doubt one could see his muscles flex whenever he moved.

Natasha scoffed. "Really?" She muttered; meeting his gaze, slowly standing up.

Steve let out a snort, rolling his eyes. "If you don't want to, fine." he answered slightly gruffly, walking to the elevator.
"I'm going to the training room."

Natasha quickly walked after him; taking out his legs with a kick.
"I didn't say no," she purred.

Steve fell on his butt with a thud. "What was that for?" he asked, getting to his feet and giving her a Look.