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Natasha strolls through the mall at a sedate pace, making sure her companion stays with her, restricted to the same speed.

"Don't run, walk. Running draws attention." She tells him. He makes a dry quip about his shoes falling off if he runs. She grins a bit, although she can't say she really wants to, but the easiest cover for a man and woman shopping together is a couple, and she needs to at least look like she likes him for that.

So she smiles, and he curves the corners of his mouth up, but it doesn't reach his eyes. She doesn't expect it to, given the circumstances. But he tries, and that is the important part.

She walks a bit closer to him than usual, tries not to notice when a young man at a fountain blatantly checks her out.

They end up at an apple store.

The S.H.I.E.L.D team draws inexorably closer, and she pinpoints the location to a state.

And God help her, Steve has acquired a fan.

"I have those exact same glasses!" The man says excitedly.

"You guys could just be twins." She drawls insincerely, focused mostly on the laptop and the dwindling minutes on her internal clock.

The man calls Steve a specimen, and she finds that she wants to break his face when Steve's expression falls. She mumbles something about a honeymoon destination, distractedly wraps herself around his bulk, and lets go knowing Steve will pick up her slack while she works.

"Where are you thinking of?" The IT guru asks.

"New Jersey." Steve blurts, and she grins at the man blindingly. He blushes a little. She knows the effect she has on people, has used it against them, for them, for S.H.I.E.L.D and the Red Room. The computer pings a specific location, and Steve frowns.

"Something wrong?"

"No." He clams up, so she yanks the data stick from the USB slot and they walk away.

"Two behind us, one to each side, two on each floor, and two coming up ahead." He mutters to her.

Time to act.

"Put your arm around me and laugh at something I just said." She hisses.

He does, and in any other situation she would get a tiny bit distracted by the ridiculous heat of his arm through her jacket, and when he crowds his head near hers and lets loose a charming chuckle, mirth breaking across his face under the brim of his hat.

Apparently Steve is an actor. Huh.

She hates him for it, a little. For knocking her cool.

But the agents don't spot them, and she sighs, and tucks herself a little closer to Steve and his warmth as they walk briskly to the escalators. Then she reluctantly separates from him, standing a step down.

Except there is the squad leader on the opposing escalator, and she turns away.

"Kiss me." She tips her face up to his expectantly.

"What?"

"Kiss me. Public displays of affection tend to make people uncomfortable."

"Yeah, I would say so!" He exclaims. He shifts on the step, and she presses closer, linking their fingers together quickly.

"Just kiss me." Her patience runs out and she grabs his chin.

Oh boy.

Captain America can kiss.

But she has no time to focus on that right now, because the squad leader hasn't seen them, and they head to the exit rapidly.

Right now, she doesn't know what's happening, where they're going, or who they can trust.

She misses Clint.

And she definitely needs a holiday.