Steve Rodgers was quite the man. He was everything that any man could only hope to be. He was good for the sake of being good. And Natasha had taken notice. Since training back in the red room, she had never met a man so worthy and selfless. After Bruce Banner had left and not contacted her, she decided she had to move on. And a perfectly suitable man stood in front of her with a drink in his hand. She moved behind the bar to make drinks, similarly to the party before they met Ultron and where she first flirted with Bruce.

"Hey, Nat." Cap rarely used her first name but it seemed appropriate. She looked up to meet his glance and smiled.

"Hey, Cap. How is modern life treating you? Ready to start fighting crime again?" They hadn't had a case of aliens or some extraterrestrial to fight in a few months. Shrugging, he chugged his whiskey and coke and she immediately refilled it with her concoction. He gestured to her, letting her know he was grateful. "You're so... good, for lack of a better word. Why? All the men I've met have been just above scum, some even below."

"I think it's important to keep morals straight. I'm supposed to represent most of America and I think that it's important to show what a man should be in his line of work and respect women..." he trailed off.

"Well, Cap, what do you think about respect in the bedroom?" She said, moving around the bar—closer to his proximity.

"Um uh... it's hard to say really... I guess she should feel loved—" he was cut off by her hands on his chest. Feeling uncomfortable and having flashbacks to when he was kissed by an attractive woman and Peggy Carter saw, he pulled her hand from his body.

"Natasha... we shouldn't," he responded unwillingly. She stepped back only partly agreeing with him but she had to respect him the way he would respect her. She didn't want any double standards going on here.

"Right, sorry, I'm sorry. I should head off to bed now anyway." She walked away, swaying her hips a little more than usual, and still more turned on than she would've liked to be walking away from. She seductively turned around and rested her hand on her hip while doing a small hair flip. "Night, Captain." She saluted out of mockery.

Laughing, he responded, "Good night, Nat."