Notes: Short one today :)
Steve drove his car along the long road to Brooklyn. It was just his luck that Natasha said yes to staying with him as well.
And now, she was sat less then one metre from him. He felt his heartbeat quicken. He didn't like it.
Now he knew his feelings for Nat were one hundred percent real, he felt it slightly harder to be around her. Would it be awkward between them?
Maybe he could just suppress his feelings.
No Rogers, that's stupid and unethical, he thought to himself.
One eye on the road, he turned to look at her, idly, innocently, only to find her gazing back.
"You look deep in thought Steve."
"Well, I suppose I am."
She nodded, dropping her gaze.
"What about? Pancakes?"
He grinned slightly.
"Actually, now you've said that, I'm really hungry."
She laughed. He smiled.
Oh how he loved her laugh. It never failed to make him laugh.
They started to talk more, and it felt just... normal.
They chatted all the way back to Brooklyn. about everything. Tony, Clint, the Avengers, Steve's terrible cooking.
This is easy, Steve thought.
YOU ARE READING
We're just friends
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