-Natasha's POV-
I never thought Steve would act like that. I mean it's not like I didn't like it. It was just suprising. So I decided to go with it and flirt back. I don't want to play games with Steve. He doesn't deserve to be led on. I shake the thoughts and decide to look over the mission file once more. Before this I make sure my knives are secure on my thigh. I push my Glock .42 into my bra. My target is a scientist. He's older in his late 50s. All I needed to do was get his keycard; so we could get access into the lab. Steve's target was similar. The man was a little younger but we also needed his key card, to get into the archive room. Both were attending the event tonight. I notice Steve in his tux. Damn.
"Ready to go?" I ask
"Ya sure let me grab my jacket," Steve replys. I also put on a jacket. Mine is a long black overcoat. With that we head towards the lobby. We take seprate cabs. Our covers aren't supposed to be seen together. With the exception of the hotel. Steve offers me the first cab. I thank him and get in.
On the way there I begin to think about the person watching us. They had a camera. But I hadn't seen them before that. Either I'm out of practice or I'm just paranoid. I highly doubt both of those. I let the thoughts leave my head. The cab takes about 30 minutes to get there. When I arrive the time reads 8:23. Perfect. Being a little late means dramatic entrances. Dramatic entrances mean attention. Attention means my target will be all over me.
The cab comes to a stop I pay the driver. Outside, I roll my shoulders back. I walk confidently into the building. I show the man at the door my fake ID and he opens the door.
Inside, soft music is being played by a live orchestra. Waiters walk around passing out champange. Others with trays of food. I slowly saunter down the steps. Men of all ages look up at me. Women give there partners discouraging looks. I see my target amongst the men. I stride past him and smile, also flashing him seductive wink. I head to the bar and order a drink. Then I see Steve make his way down the stairs. I see his target and so does Steve.
-Steve's POV-
Walking down the stairs I immedently spot my target, chatting away with some other guys. But not before I spot Natasha. She is leaning against the bar. Starting up a conversation with the bartender. I grab a glass of champange. I don't feel like fooling around. Especially not with Natasha on my mind. I make sure I seem confident and introduce myself to my mark. He is glad to socialize. I introduce myself and say some fancy words to try to fit in. I make some jokes he laughs, as well as others around us. While the others talk; Natasha's mark is making his way over to her. She smiles seductivly. The guy can't seem to keep eye contact with her. Instead they drift from her top to bottom and back again. I try and hide my disgust. I don't think that works well. They chat for a while and he gets her a drink. She moves close to him and whispers something in his ear. The guy smiles mischievously. He places his hand on her thigh and nods. Nat walks out of sight towards the bathrooms. After a few minutes the guy follows. I roll my eyes at this. There are so many other ways to handle this mission. But I guess pretending to be into a guy works best for her. I take that thought to heart.
Finally I finish small talking to my mark. I go to shake his hand and then pull him into a hug. Very uncomfortable. But I'm able to slip my hand into his inside jacket pocket. I pat his back and go wait by the bar. A few minutes later, Natasha paces out of the bathroom. A big sly grin on her face. She makes her way over to me.
"How's your target? Mine is knocked out a bathroom floor," She laughs. I roll my eyes.
"Let's get of here before they both realize they got played," I imply.
"Awww, but Steve I'm having sooo much fun," She pleads sarcastically. With that we head back to the hotel. This time we share a cab.
When we arrive back at out hotel room. We both place our keycards on the kitchen counter. I take out my suit for tommorow. Our new objective is to infiltrate the Hydra base. I need to grab some old files. Natasha has to download everything available on to a hard drive. After, we must blow the place up. Simple. According to Fury he has agents on the inside. Before we go tomorrow they will place the explosives. All we have to do is hit the button. Like I said, easy.
I see Natasha throw her heels near her suitcase. She sighs and falls on to the bed. Still fully dressed. Even if I disagree on how she gets the job done. I will never doubt her fierce ability to always to complete the mission. I must look like an idiot staring at her. I try not to but. She is so damn goregous. Language Rogers. Screw that. It's true. I can't hide anymore. I need to tell her. All of a sudden I feel like pre-serum Rogers. Small, weak. useless. But I'm not him. So I decide to go for it. I got nothing to lose. I pause before speaking up. I have everything to loose. Our friendship. I speak up anyway.
-Natasha's POV-
When we get back, I'm not tired just annoyed. I'm annoyed at the looks Steve gave me at the party. How he looked at me in disgust. I collapse on the bed, I lay there for a while. Steve is doing something by the couch. He turns and stares at me. He looks like such an idiot. After an incredibly long minute. He gets up and walks over to me. He sits on the bottom of the bed.
"Nat we should talk," He states.
"First of all what did I say about the nicknames. And ya we really should," I sass. He trys to speak but I interupt him.
"What's with those nasty looks you gave me at the party?" I snap. He trys to speak again.
"No I'm going to talk and you listen," I stand up and unstrap the knives from my thigh. And pull the gun from my bra. I stay standing.
"You think that you have the right to judge me. You don't. Mr. America's Golden Boy. I don't let it show but I have been through some shit. But it taught me how to the job done. Even if that means leading a few helpless boys on. If it means that I have to wear slutty dresses. Or flirt around. I get it done. And at the end of the day that's all the matters," I rant angrily.
"I'm done now," I huff sitting back down on the bed.
"Natasha. I wasn't looking at you. I was looking at that guy, practically harrasing you with his eyes. I respect your dedication to this job. This life. I would never think less of you. For any reason. Especially not for the way you choose to get the job done. I'm sorry you felt that I would ever do such a thing. The truth is," He pauses for a while.
"Nat. Natasha, I really care about you. In a really really big way. I know you don't feel the same but, I love y-," I stop him with a passionate kiss. He kisses me back. I pull away first.
"Steve I really do feel the same way. It's just I don't deserve you. I don't deserve to be loved. Cared for by anyone. I'm sorry Steve. I'm really sorry," I say. I get up from the bed slip my heels back on, and grab my coat. I open the door and a leave.
"Natasha, please." I hear as I'm already down the hall and in the elevator. Steve's ocean eyes lock with my emerald ones as the elevator doors seal together.
So that was alot of talking and plot development.
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Fanfiction•Completed• Natasha Romanoff the infamous Black Widow, has settled into her new life working for S.H.I.E.L.D. She has found a family in the Avengers. She has everything she wants. She finds herself starting to feel. Feelings that she was never allow...
