Steve had one mission and one mission only. To kiss Natasha under the mistletoe. It was the perfect opportunity. Tony Stark had hosted his yearly Christmas party at the Avengers tower and Natasha was going. And since she was going, Steve was going. His plan was to somehow get them both to 'accidentally' stand under a mistletoe and she wouldn't have a choice but to kiss him. Right?
Steve sighed at himself. He felt completely stupid, and like a coward. He had been in love with Natasha for over two years now and he still hadn't made a move. He hated himself for being so scared. He wanted to be that guy who would sweep a woman off her feet and flirt with her in that really charming way, but instead he was that guy who kept it to himself for years and blushed as fast as she stood in the same room as him. Who would want a guy like that? Definitely not a woman like Natasha. She was way out of his league. Sure, they were really good friends but that's all she ever wants him to be for all he knows. He couldn't imagine that she wanted anything more anyway.
Tonight was the night though. One kiss is better than none. Kissing her once definitely wouldn't put his feelings for her to sleep but after two years he was sure they never would disappear, so he might as well have at least one sweet innocent moment with her. Maybe that would make him finally move on?
Steve looked at his watch. It wasn't long left until he knew that Natasha would arrive at the party. He had decided to not go there until she had arrived. Mostly because he hated socialising with people he didn't know and Natasha was the only one he wanted to talk to anyway. So, he simply decided to sit down by his tv for a while. He didn't watch it very much, except for the times Natasha had arranged movie nights to show him all the wonderful films he had missed while being lazy asleep in ice.
After a while, Steve's phone rang and Natasha's name was shown on the display. He swallowed some saliva and answered.
"Hello?"
"Steve!" Natasha shouted. There was really loud music in the background and he put his phone away from his ear a bit.
"Nat?"
"Where are you? You need to come to the party, there's literally no one I like here," she kept on shouting.
"I'll be there in just a while," Steve said.
"Great. I'll probably be at the bar!" She said and hung up.
Steve stood up quickly, already sweating out of pure nervousness. No one she liked? Does that mean she likes him? Steve shook his head, begging himself to not be so silly. She likes him in a 'friend' way. Still, there was some small part of him that kept that hope of something more.
"You can do this," he mumbled to himself. "If not, you just hang out with Natasha for the night. It will be.. fun."
He sighed loudly and almost whined a bit before he left for the party. Once he arrived, his eyes searched the room for Natasha. It was quite difficult to see a single face in the room however because the party was extremely crowded, not to mention loud. But just like she had said, she was sitting by the bar looking awfully bored. Once she saw Steve, she smiled and waved at him to come to her. Steve took a deep breath before entering the room. Everyone was dressed really well, not to mention Natasha who looked like an angel, and he felt like he didn't really fit in. The music was so different, so new. He felt like he didn't know anyone in that room either but he tried to ignore those feelings. It doesn't do any well to dwell about what has been.
Once he was about a meter away from Natasha, she jumped down from her chair and gave him a tight hug. Steve desperately hoped that she wouldn't feel his quick heartbeats through his chest but hugged her back. When Natasha broke the hug, she put her hands on his arms and looked at him.
