"Did Steve being the only one to know who Iron Man was cause Trouble?"
"To be honest, not really."
Steve replies with absolute certainty in his voice. Natasha quickly chimes in.
"I'm pretty sure everyone had pretty much sussed that out already, well except for Hawkeye."
Steve chuckles a bit, and Natasha joins in.
"I can remember the first time it was an issue. By that time, I think I might have thought I could handle him."
Steve nods and bites his lips.
"I was wrong of course. This guy, can be pretty sassy at times."
It was early, far too early for Natasha. She had actually managed to go to bed last night, at four in the morning. Steve had said many times that she should keep the same hours as the other avengers, but she ignored him. She never needed much sleep. And besides she hadn't slept well in years, hadn't found a single comfy bed since childhood. She walked through the silver halls of the tower rubbing her eyes profusely. She held in her hand a cup full of smoothie, her breakfast. She stopped at two large metal doors as they scanned her barely open eyes. The doors opened with a hard mechanical sound. Natasha considered for a moment that it was reminiscent of dubstep. Mental note, replace all door noises with dubstep, she thought. Inside were all the other avengers, they were having the bi daily meeting. And she, was ten minutes late.
Steve looked down the large long table to give a stern, dad like stare. She slowly took her place next to Bruce as she yawned to show she didn't care. Probably not the best move considering they had just agreed to get along. But hell, if he couldn't handle a little bit of her sass, there was no point in them even trying.
"So, what did I miss?" She said half heartedly.
"A briefing of out last mission."
"Oh."
She yawned again, and Steve went back to the briefing.
"So, I suggested we run some simulations in the danger room. We're still not a cohesive team. It's more like we're all just there at the same time, we need to be a team."
"What about Iron Man?" Asked Clint.
"Iron Man has a agreed to the training. But he'll be doing it with me."
Natasha looked up from the game on her phone, mouth agape. What? She mouthed in Steve's direction.
"Iron Man and I agreed that he needed some help with his technique."
"What's wrong with his technique?"
"It needs some work."
The room fell quiet as the two of them silently dare the other to speak first.
"Well, now that that's out of the way. Meeting adjourned."
Natasha was too tired to complain, so instead she just glared at him. Everyone shuffled out of the room, and Natasha was left still in her seat sipping down what remained of her drink. Steve stood at the door.
"After lunch, come to the danger room."
She saluted half heartedly in his direction. She finished her drink and left muttering under her breath.
"I don't need training. I'm fine."
"Something wrong Natasha?"
Bruce came to the lift almost the exact same time as she had. He readjusted his glasses, and got in the lift with her.
