Endgame Romanogers Fanfic

Chapter 5

Natasha: So... this place is not that bad.

Natasha commented to Steve and then took a sip from her larger mug of beer that she has ordered when they arrived at the bar.

Natasha watched Steve looking around to notice better the details of the bar, the two of them were sitting on high stools at the bar.

Steve: No...

Steve was still looking around the bar, he had his suitcase right at his feet, along with Natasha's suitcase, and he was analyzing the atmosphere of the bar. More stools on this bar counter than tables, tables to sit on should only have 3 or 4, there were pool tables too and on the other side, a large TV, showing some important game that a good part of those present were watching.

Steve: Much better than the last one that you got me in.

Steve commented, completing his analysis and took a sip from the long neck bottle of beer he was drinking.

Natasha: I thought the last one was pretty interesting too, but you didn't seem to like it very much...

Steve looked at Natasha and saw her curving her lips, in her famous sarcastic smirk.

Natasha: You got in trouble.

Steve: No, Natasha you got me into trouble.

Steve corrected her.

Natasha: Me??

Natasha frowned, faking to be surprises, she took another sip of her beer.

Natasha: How so??

Steve: You put me in that place but I wanted to rest.

Natasha: You can rest when you die!

Steve: I'm trying not to acelerate this process and you don't help.

Natasha: How is that my fault, Rogers?

Natasha was holding back her laugh.

Natasha: I was at the same bar as you and I had no problems.

Steve: Because you are a woman and as soon as we stepped in that place, I knew something was going to go wrong, I warned you and you wanted to stay.

Natasha: Yes...

Natasha shrugged.

Natasha: I told you to leave, you didn't have to stay.

Steve: And leave you alone in that place??

Natasha: Oh, dear Rogers... we both know that I am big enough to be alone in any place. You're funny, Rogers...

Natasha took another sip from her beer and placed it on the bar counter. Natasha corrected her posture and looked at Steve.

Natasha: Sometimes you are fully aware of what I am capable of doing and don't give a damn about my safety, then when it is about smaller and simple things, like a bar full of men with second intentions, you want to stay and protect me... What is up to you?

Steve: Do you think my intention is to protect you?

Natasha frowned.

Steve: I stay to ensure the integrity of those men.

Steve commented and took a sip of his beer. Natasha watched Steve for a few seconds, analyzing his response, then she smiled slightly and returned to hold her mug.

Natasha: I'm glad you know that I don't need you to protect me.

Steve finished taking his long neck, put it on the counter and asked for another one for the bartender, lifting the bottle in the air and pointing at it. The bartender nodded and went to pick a beer for Steve.