Romanogers One Shots

What If I

What If I- Meghan Trainor

The day was going by so slow. It was only 11:00 am and Natasha already wanted a little Scotch on the rocks to get her through the day.
She walked through the halls of SHIELD, finding the elevator. As she waited, she felt someone's presence come up behind her. "Yes?" She said before turning around.
It was Steve. "Hey." He breathed. "How are you?"
"I'm breathing if that counts as an answer."  She crossed her arms. "What's up?" She blandly asked.
"Well I wanted to know if you want hang out this weekend? Everyone else says they're busy and I just thought you might-"
"You mean like a date?" Her question caught him off guard.
"I mean if you want to call it that. I was thinking we could-" She cut him off again.
"How about instead, we do something tonight. I'm free. Are you?"
"Yes but-" the elevator opened.
"Oh that's me. See you at seven." She flashed him her signature smirk and stepped inside.
"Wait don't you wanna know where-" she cut him off again.
"Surprise me." The doors shut and he stood dumbfounded.
She leaned against the wall. "About damn time Rogers." She laughed to herself. She thought of all those times she would catch him stealing glances at her while she sparred with Clint. Or when they were sparring and she easily pinned him because he was getting distracted.
Natasha knew he liked her or at least had a thing for her. Of course he wasn't the first guy that she had caught eying her. But something was different with him. He had this feel of innocence but was not the fool people pegged him for. He was also the hardest person to read. He seems like an open book but there's more to him then a man out of time. Not to mention he was gentleman. A real gentleman, not one of those that act that way for half the night just trying to charm their way into your bed.
Maybe her day was finally looking up.
~Later that day~
Steve stood in front of her door. You could say he was a little more than nervous. My God he was even sweating. He lifted his hand to knock but before he even came in contact with the door, it swung open.
"Hey." He said breathlessly. He looked down at her outfit. "You look... really pretty." He blushed.
"And you look... normal. Oh my God. I'm sorry."
"No I'm sorry. I should of considered the fact that you would want to go somewhere nice."
"No it's fine. Really." She closed the door and locked it. "Now. Where are you taking me?"
"I know it's a bit cliche but there's a really good movie on at the theater."
"That sounds good."
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The movie was possibly the most boring thing Natasha had ever watched. No one was even getting killed. It was something based on this troubled doctor's life. She looked over and saw Steve captivated by it. How could he find this interesting?
She wasn't normally one to feel like begging for attention. In fact most of the time, she hated the way others, mainly men, looked at her. But if she was being truly honest, she was actually a little jealous of a movie. She quickly thought of something. She lifted the armrest that separated them and slowly moved closer.
He stiffened as she leaned in to him but shortly relaxed. He smiled to himself. Steve Rogers was not the naive fool everyone put him out to be. He knew she was bored out of her mind, so was he. Yes, he actually hated this movie.
He looked down at her. "Hey." He whispered.
"Hey." She whispered back.
"Do you not like the movie?" He slowly and slyly put his arm around her.
She couldn't believe he was using the oldest trick in the book. She actually thought it was cute. "It's fine I guess."
"We can leave if you want."
"No, it's fine. It's not that bad." She lied.
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He walked her back to her room.
"Thank you for this night. I had fun." She unlocked her door.
"Yeah I uh- I did too. How about next time we just go to dinner?" He rubbed the back of his neck.
She laughed. "Actually we should go see movies more often. Maybe next time we can do more than watch a movie." She cocked an eyebrow.
His face turned beet red. She pulled in closer to him. "Again, thank you." She said.
"No, thank you." He slowly moved in. She held her breath waiting. But to her surprise, she was only greeted by a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight Natasha." He then turned on his heels and walked away.
Now she was the one standing there dumbfounded. That was a first. The only thing was, she wasn't angry or upset. She was actually glad that he didn't kiss her, of course she wanted him to kiss her but maybe not just yet. This showed her something. Unlike other men, Steve Rogers was one that was patient and was in no hurry to rush things. He was willing to wait. This helped her realize that for a man like that, she would also be willing to wait.