Lessons in Rule Breaking and Other Reader-Inserts*Steve Rogers*Reader*

The Best Mistake of My Life - soulmate AU - Pt. 1/7

The most adorable heat warmed your cheeks at the gesture and you casted your gaze down; but Steve did catch a glimpse of the earlier spark shining brighter before you hid yourself from him

"I... I believe we have a lot to talk about," you whispered and he instinctively gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and shifting a half step closer to you. The corners of his lips unwittingly turned up, something warm building up in his chest as you returned the smile with hesitance.

"Yes, I think we do."

-.-.-.-.-.-

Nicolas J. Fury was sitting in his office, waiting for the door to finally open. There was something bugging him - and that something was about 5'7'' tall, had red hair and was doing whatever it wanted, messing with his business. On top of that, she left him waiting; he had requested her ten minutes ago and she still hadn't arrived.

He couldn't help but let his sarcasm show when she came eventually.

"Agent Romanov. Thank you for coming. Now, care to explain me why did you insist on Rogers getting his driving license renewed in person when we have done it for him already?" he demanded, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his desk.

The agent just shrugged. "He needs to meet people."

"Don't give me this shit, Natasha! What are you not telling me?"

Slow smirk spread Natasha's lips, perhaps a bit smug, but she didn't say a word.

"Romanov-"

"Alright! Jeez, Nick, you have to work on your patience when it comes to Rogers, I swear..." she teased him. However, at least she started talking. "I might have run his... words through the system Stark provided us."

Realization dawned to Fury. There was only one system she could be talking about. The soulmate matching one. Insert the words of a person and it would search the database for a possible match; everyone's words were being put into the database at their birth. It made SHIELD's work easier in case criminals happened to have a soulmate; the connection was so unique it usually offered a weak spot even for the rotten people.

Nicolas Fury raised his eyebrow expectantly, while Natasha just watched him, amused as she had the upper hand. The man rolled his functioning eye and sighed exasperatedly. Why was he keeping her around again? Oh right, she was his best agent.

"Fine. Did you find a match?"

Natasha snorted. "I didn't even have to look for a match. There aren't many women with 'But I really am 95' written on their skin," she explained dryly and Fury just wanted to growl, cursing mentally.

How had no one thought about using the database in the first place?! It had cost them a lot of money, okay? They had it for a reason!

"She clean?" he inquired instead or swearing out loud and Natasha scoffed.

"Like a whistle, not even a speed ticket, which is rather ironic. She's boring, really - she'll be perfect for him. Can I go now? I have an ass to kick."

"...Rogers'?"

"Barton's, actually. Have a good day, Director," Natasha spun on her heels and headed to the exit gracefully.

"Hey, I want her file!" Fury complained, already knowing he wasn't going to receive it from her.

"Find it yourself!" she threw over her shoulder cockily, her red hair swirling with the sudden movement of her head.

The director of SHIELD tried to keep his amusement in check, controlled by the irritation, but he lost. The corners of his lips twitched as the door clicked behind his best spy.

Why did he keep her around again?

He started the search for the words Natasha had said, sinking into his chair comfortably.

Alright, no doubt future Mrs. Rogers. Let's see how boring you really are.

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