Steve and Natasha become the Avenger's newest favorite conversation topic after they figure out the two are dating...except, they aren't exactly supposed to know.
Otherwise known as fluff with very little plot.
"Is there a reason you made us all come down here Stark, or is this another one of your stupid team bonding things?" Clint asked, looking very much unamused.
Sam frowned and looked around, "I was gonna ask the same thing...and where the hell are Steve and Natasha?"
Tony cleared his throat dramatically, "That, my dear friends, is what we're here to talk about."
Bruce raised an eyebrow, "Steve and Natasha?"
"Yes," Tony said.
"Why?" Wanda asked.
Tony turned to the TV and pressed a button on his remote, "Because of this."
A video began playing and the team all stared as they watched their two leaders make out in the elevator.
"What-" Clint said, his mouth falling open slightly.
"Are they-" Bruce started, looking mildly horrified as the kiss got undeniably more intense.
Tony nodded, "They're secretly dating and they didn't tell us!"
Bruce frowned, "Wait a second, how do we know this means their dating? Maybe it was just a kiss. They could have been drunk."
Sam shook his head, "No, they're definitely dating."
Tony frowned, "Wait a second, did you know?"
Sam shrugged, "I had my suspicions. Steve's a terrible liar."
Clint frowned, "Why didn't you tell us?"
"I don't need to be on Natasha's bad side. But now, since Tony was the one to tell everyone, I'm in the clear."
Wanda shook her head, "Natasha's going to kill you all."
"She won't if we don't tell her we know."
Clint sighed, "That's not going to work."
"Why not? She's probably too busy doing it with Cap to notice us noticing."
"Why can't we just tell them we know?" Bruce asked.
Clint grinned, "We could...or we could have a little fun."
Tony pointed at Clint, "That sounds better."
"Alright, how are we going to do that?" Sam asked.
"Like this," Clint said, standing up and telling the others of his forming plan.
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"You're missing the movie," Natasha whispered, trying not to smile as Steve began to slowly kiss along her jawline.
Steve grinned, "I've seen it before."
She rolled her eyes, "No you haven't."
"Okay, maybe I haven't but you're much more interesting then it anyways," Steve said with a small chuckle.
Natasha smirked, "That's because you aren't paying any attention. If you were you might be more interested."
Steve looked down at Natasha with a wide smile and a certain look in his eyes that made her inexplicably happy, "Can you blame me?"
"I could, but I'll let it slide this time," Natasha mumbled, moving so that she was straddling Steve's lap.
She bent down and kissed him slowly, relishing in the way it felt.
When it was just the two of them together, she found that she wouldn't choose to be anywhere else.
"Are you gonna take me to the bedroom or what?" She mumbled against his lips.
Steve chuckled and lifted her up, walking towards her bedroom without letting his lips leave hers...until there was a loud knock on the door.
The two jumped apart and Natasha's eyes widened as she looked at the clock.
"Who the hell needs me at 3 am?" She whispered.
There was another knock before they heard the door open, "Natasha! It's Clint!"
She cursed quietly, pushing Steve backwards and into her rather small closet, "Stay here while I deal with him. I'll be right back."
Steve nodded and sat down, trying his best to fit without making a mess or knocking her clothes down.
She gave him one last apologetic look before closing the door and going back into the living room.
"Clint what the hell are you doing here? It's 3 am," She asked, a scowl on her face.
Clint frowned, looking around her apartment, "I think I left a shoe here."
Natasha frowned, "Why would you have left a shoe here? When was the last time you even came here?"
Clint shrugged, "I don't know but I know it's around here somewhere."
He got on his hands and knees and started crawling around Natasha's floor, looking under every table, chair, couch, and object that he could find.
Natasha glared at him, "Your shoe isn't here."
"I'm pretty sure it is," Clint argued, walking towards her bedroom and opening the door.
"Why would it be in my bedroom Clint? Did you check the fucking vents?"
Clint shook his head, "No...that's a good idea though. Let me just check the closet real quick then I'll try that."
Natasha couldn't help but tense slightly. She quickly composed herself and stepped in front of Clint with a glare deadly enough to where he no longer cared about his missing shoe.
"You know what, I think the vents are a better bet."
Natasha nodded, "Uh huh. Now get out."
Clint nodded, "Alright, bye then. Goodnight."
Natasha watched as he left the apartment and then quickly locked the door behind him. She went back to her closet quickly and opened the door.
"Sorry," She said to Steve, who was sitting against the wall with his knees to his chest.
"Is he gone?" Steve asked.
Natasha nodded, "Yeah. Came here looking for a lost shoe...which was a bunch of bullshit. I think he suspects something."
Steve nodded, "Mind helping me up?"
Natasha couldn't help but laugh as she extended her hand to him, pulling him up and pressing her lips to his once again.
"Think you can forgive me for shoving you into a closet?" Natasha teased.
Steve nodded, kissing her softly, "Always."
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"Who do you think made the first move?" Tony asked to the room full of his teammates.
Clint scoffed, "Natasha."
The rest of the room nodded in agreement.
"Definitely Natasha," Sam agreed.
"Definitely me what?" Natasha asked, walking into the room with her eyebrow raised.
They all instantly froze, luckily, Wanda covered for them, "We're talking about who Director Fury likes the best."
Natasha gave them a strange look and walked by them, "Maria's his favorite, then Steve, then me."
They all murmured in agreement, not wanting their actual conversation to be discovered.
She walked back out of the room and the others began nodding again.
"She definitely made the first move," Tony concluded.
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"I think something is up with the team," Natasha told Steve one night, resting her head on Steve's chest.
Steve frowned, "What do you mean?"
She shrugged slightly, "I think they might know about us."
"How?" Steve asked, his eyes widening slightly.
Natasha shook her head, "I don't know, they're just acting weird. All of them are."
Steve frowned, "What do we do?"
"Nothing yet, unless you wanna tell them?"
Steve shook his head and pressed a short kiss to her forehead, "I'm not in any rush."
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"So we can all agree that Steve's a bottom, right?" Rhodey asked one day, not looking up from his phone.
About half the room hummed in agreement.
Tony shook his head, "No way. Cap might have been a virgin for 75 years but he's also bossy as hell. No way he's a bottom."
Clint raised an eyebrow, "Have you met Natasha Romanoff? She's as bossy if not bossier then Steve, and meaner."
"Steve is literally Captain America. You don't think he takes charge in the bedroom?" Sam argued.
Maria rolled her eyes and looked up from the file she had been reading, "You guys are absolutely ridiculous. They clearly switch."
"Who switches what?" Steve asked, coming in from a mission he had been on all day.
"You and Natasha switch nights making dinner," Wanda said, once again coming to the rescue as the others froze.
Steve gave them all a strange look but didn't say another word as he walked away.
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Steve frowned as Natasha gently combed her hands through his hair, "Hey Nat?"
"Hm?"
"When's the last time you made dinner for the team?" Steve asked.
Natasha frowned, "Um like a year ago. I can't cook."
"That's what I thought," Steve said.
"Why?"
Steve shook his head, a concerned look on his face, "I walked in on the team talking about someone switching and Wanda said they were talking about us switching nights to make dinner."
Natasha frowned, "That's bullshit."
"I thought so too but I don't know what else they'd be talking about."
Natasha sighed, "You know, I get the feeling it wasn't anything good."
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Nick Fury had been vaguely aware about what had been going on between his two best agents for a while now.
It made sense to him and he didn't have a problem with it as long as it didn't get in the way of their work.
He did however, have a problem with gossiping, and he had unfortunately bore witness to conversations about Steve and Natasha that he had never wanted to hear.
Apparently Tony had been plagued by a theory about his teammates that really didn't involve him at all.
And he also felt the need to broadcast his theory to everyone else.
"I think Steve's kinky," He said to his team, not having any idea that Nick had just walked into the room.
"Excuse me?" Nick said, his one eye blown wide, "What the fuck did you just say?"
Tony turned around and cleared his throat, "Evening director."
"Did you just say what I think you said?"
Tony looked around the room, "I mean that depends what you think I said."
Fury's eyebrows raised higher and he looked as though his veins were going to burst, "I thought that I heard you say, that you think Captain Rogers, is kinky!"
"What?" Natasha asked, sounding absolutely horrified as she entered the room.
Tony nodded, "Yeah that's what I said."
"Goddamn it Stark. I don't know what the fuck you're on but get off it."
He walked out without another word and Natasha turned to the others and if looks could kill, they'd all be dead twice.
"Can I ask why you're talking about whether or not Steve is kinky?" She asked.
Clint raised an eyebrow, "Well is he?"
"Am I what?" Steve asked, walking in.
"Kinky," Wanda said, making the magazine on the table float out of boredom.
Steve's eyes widened, "No! I'm not even-"
Sam raised an eyebrow, "Not even what? In a relationship? We all know that's bull. You two have been doing whatever it is you do for months now and we all know it."
"So we've just been your new favorite topic of discussion?" Natasha asked, not bothering to deny it.
They all nodded.
Natasha rolled her eyes, "If I didn't think Fury was plotting your misery right now, I'd kill you each, but I think I'll leave it for him."
She grabbed Steve's hand and pulled him out of the room.
"That went well," Steve said sarcastically.
Natasha laughed, "Well, Nick walked in on Stark asking about your kinks so pretty soon they'll all be getting unpaid overtime. So it went great."
"Fury heard that?"
Natasha nodded, "Oh yeah, he was horrified. Especially when I walked in and he knew that I was exactly who you would be 'kinky' with."
Steve winced, "Maybe he'll give us a vacation."
Hey guys. This chapter is long, fluffy, and probably a little bit more raunchy then some of my other chapters but I have no regrets😂.
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