Hello all, I saw a text post on tumblr saying that they wanted Nat to set Steve up with her but subtly so I thought I'd try my hand. Do tell me what you think. The title is a lyric from the song 'Samson' by Regina Spektor. Enjoy x

'Nat, we've been over this: you're choice in women for me is shocking.' He shook his head. They were in the Avengers' quinjet on their way back to base after a short mission in Peru.

'I resent that, Rogers,' she replied indignantly, 'it only went badly with Sharon because you were too busy worrying about Bucky. It had nothing to do with my choice in women.'

'Seriously, just give it up already.' Steve tried to sound serious, but he was laughing nonetheless. He had been dancing around telling her that he didn't have time for all these girls because he wanted her but she seemed so adamant in setting him up with someone so he was almost sure she'd say no. Unbeknownst to him, she was waiting for him to ask. She noticed the question on the tip of his tongue more than once but didn't say anything for fear of pushing him away.

'Well, what about Maria? You two are perfect for each other!' she offered anyway.

'Oh yeah? How?' Steve rolled his eyes.

'Both ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, both brave, smart and strong people.'

'Nat, you're forgetting a tiny detail...'

'What?'

'She's dating agent Vaughan.' Nat paused for a minute, feigning recognition, hoping Steve bought her act of pretending to look surprised, 'Nat, just leave it okay, I really don't have time for it.'

'Why? You already got a girlfriend you're not telling me about?' she folded her arms across her body.

'No,' he replied indignantly, 'I just don't feel like any of them are right for me. I guess I just want to make the choice for myself and I'll know they're...you know...the right partner for me. Not that your efforts aren't appreciated.' He explained, smiling.

'Well...when you put it like that...' Nat murmured, hiding the hope she felt after his previous statement; now was her chance.

'Nat, you know I didn't mean to be rude; you understand where I'm coming from right?' his baby blue eyes looked at her intently, he was worried he'd offended her.

'No, I get it, don't worry,' she nodded, 'can I just have one more chance?' Steve put his face in his hands.

'Nat, come on.'

'You come on, Rogers. One more, for me?' she stuck out her bottom lip in a mock sulk.

'Go on then.'

'There's this girl, ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. as well, speaks over six different languages, she's cultured, which you like. She rides a Harley, just like you, and she's a dancer so she could teach you a bit, she's a bit crappy with emotions though, so you might have to deal with that,' Steve chuckled at this – he knew. Then Natasha's playful smirk disappeared and was replaced with a reverent, honest look, 'she's also Russian and completely-'

She stopped, Steve was grinning like an idiot

'What?' She almost demanded and Steve laughed.

'Took you long enough.' He said and Natasha looked away sheepishly.

'How long?' she asked.

'I'd say around the time Fury threw us together as partners,' Steve shrugged, unsure of his answer and Natasha chuckled, 'you?'

'I don't know... I guess it just happened a little more each time you saved my life.'

'And I'd do it again in a heart beat.' He regained his surety.

'Are we just going to carry on having this awkward conversation or are you going to kiss me Rogers?'

'Well I didn't want to be too forward.' His cheeks reddened slightly.

'This isn't the forties anymore Steve.'

'You're not making this any easier, Nat.' He rubbed the back of his neck.

'That's the plan.' Natasha placed her hands on either side of his face and drew her lips to his.