Caught In The Widow's Web

Nothing More

I was in my room on my artist desk just drawing and sketching random things that came to mind when some knocks bring me out of my thoughts.

"Hey Sarge, Nat's here." Steve announces from the other side of the door.

"Okay?" I answer from my seat in a questionable manner.

The door then opens.

"I could've been naked." I say over my shoulder.

"If I didn't know you as long as I have that would've made me feel embarrassed." He chuckles but I don't respond even though his comment did amuse me.

"Come on, it's been like 2 years. She's our friend-

"Tut, tut, tut. She's your friend, we are nothing more but co workers." I correct emphasizing with my pencil.

"Come on Harry Potter. You aren't going to be locked up here while we are in the living room hanging out." He tells me and I sigh turning in my desk chair.

"Steve." I deadpan.

"Joey." He gives me a cheesy smile.

"Get out." I tell him.

"She wants to get to know you Joe, more than the simple "Sarge" and "Agent" you guys exchange on missions." He tells me and I roll my eyes with a turn of my head.

"Do you not like Natasha?" He then asks seriously making me look over to him.

"No, No. It's not that it's- Steve shut up and get out." I shake my head turning in my seat, my attention returning on my desk.

Steve sighs as he knows Barnes will not budge.

"Well, come over when the pizza's here." I hear him say and I hum with a nod.

I continue my scribbles as my mind begins to wander to the red head SHIELD agent. Her long red hair, beautiful green eyes, lucious lips-

I groan shaking my head as I scribble away what I was beginning to draw subconciously. After a while I hear Steve again.

"Hey J.D! The food's here!" He calls out and I reluctantly get up from my seat before Steve comes up and drags me out.

I walk down the short hall and see Steve and Natasha in the living room.

"Come stuff your face, pal." Steve nods me over.

"Hey Sarge." Romanoff greets as she turns to me.

"Agent Romanoff." I nod making my way to the small kitchen.

I go to the fridge opening it, and rumage through it.

"I hope you don't mind but I had the last beer." I hear the smooth voice that belonged to none other than the SHIELD agent herself.

I hang my head down, my jaw clenching as I close my eyes. Not in anger or malicious intent, but in tiredness.

"That's just fine." I sigh grabbing a can of pop instead.