It had been a couple days after his confrontation with Clint. He was still upset over the fact that Clint wouldn't keep his mouth shut. Clint didn't even know how to treat a lady like one. And that really bugged Steve. Even though Clint was an agent and could get any girl at S.H.I.E.L.D, he wanted to go after Natasha and would treat her horribly.

Steve sighed. He took out all of his anger on the punching bag in front of him. He swung with his right hand, hitting the bag with a soft hit before performing an upper cut with his left, his hand connecting with the bag. His body moved with his synchronized punching, his breathing somewhat quickened. His body flowed like a river. As his last punch connected with the punching bag, he sent it across the room, then bent over and rested his hands on his knees as he breathed slowly. He needed to calm himself down. The punching bag routine wasn't working out the way he planned.

_ As Steve finished up his punching on the punching bag, Natasha stepped into the room. She quietly watched him, waiting for him to finish up. She spoke up once the bag flew off the hook.

"I heard what you said." Natasha said quietly, not wanting to spook Steve, but she did anyways.

Steve jumped at the sound of her voice, tilting his head, "I'm not sure what you're talking about…" He replied, waiting to see what she heard.

"The thing you told Clint…" She simply stated.

"Y-You did?" Steve said, somewhat shocked to believe that she heard him say that. Also, he was embarrassed. He didn't want her to get upset by what he had said, when he truly meant every word of it.

"Yes, I did." Natasha said while crossing the room, over to him. Her hair waving as she walked. She looked happy, genuinely happy. It wasn't her normal fake happiness.

Steve just stood there, blinking while he watched her. He wasn't sure what to do with himself. But he knew that he wasn't going to move, even if she was coming over here to hit him.

Natasha stopped in front of him, tilting her head up to look up at him, "I thought it was sweet." She murmured, standing on her toes to get a better view.

"Y-You…Did…?" Steve stammered, turning a shade of bright red.

"Yes." Natasha said before pressing her lips to his in a soft kiss, placing her hands on his shoulders to help her stand on her toes while she kissed him.

Steve's complexion turned a brighter red before his arms went to wrap around Natasha's waist, returning her kiss as he nipped at her bottom lip. He held her close against him, feeling oddly comfortable with performing such acts.

Natasha pulled away slightly, their lips still touching. "Finally, someone who cares enough…" She said, pressing her lips back to his again.

This only made Steve smile wider, holding her closer to him as they continued to kiss, his thumbs massaging her waist gently. He didn't want to stop, and didn't want to be interrupted. He felt happy, like the happiness that he felt when him and Peggy first kissed.