A/N: I don't know exactly how this chapter was supposed to go but Steve and Natasha hijacked my computer and wrote it themselves. Also, I am loving your suggestions! I'm definitely going to include a Clint and Steve shopping spree. If you have something you want to see happen, let me know. If it strikes my fancy, I'll write it. Then I'll get credit for your good ideas muhahahaha!
"Can't sleep, huh?"
Steve shook his head and motioned for Natasha to take a seat next to him.
"Stagefright?" she guessed.
Steve laughed. "Not even slightly. I started out on a stage, remember?"
Natasha smirked. "I've watched the old footage. You were quite the entertainer."
"Please," Steve laughed.
"No, really, it was like watching Hugh Jackman or something."
Steve frowned. "Who's Hugh Jackman?"
"Oh, he's a Broadway star. And a movie star."
"Never heard of him-"
"Oh come on, he's Wolverine!"
"The animal?"
"The superhero!"
"Why isn't he in SHIELD's files?"
"He's not a REAL superhero," she clarified. "He's an X-Man."
"So, what, they're not very good?"
Natasha facepalmed. "No, they're actually not real superheroes. X-Men is just a movie. Like, the rights belong to 21st Century Fox."
A workman came out of the elevator and looked at them awkwardly. Natasha waved for him to go ahead, and the man pulled his equipment off into the corner of the room and began to set up a camera.
"So..." Steve began, "They're fake TV superheroes and we're real TV superheroes?"
"Pretty much," she agreed. "Oh, but Zeigler's from Disney, not 21st Century Fox."
"Which means?"
"Which means there'll never be an X-Men/Avengers crossover."
"That's...a shame?"
"Yes, it is," she confirmed. "I'm still trying to figure out how to break the news to Clint. He has a huge man crush on Hugh Jackman."
They were silent for a moment as the workman in the corner clattered noisily through his toolbox. Then, Steve returned to their original conversation. "But, yeah no stage-fright just, uh, camera shy."
Natasha nodded.
"What about you?" Steve prompted.
"Well, besides this going against every single scrap of training I've had..." she trailed off, picking at a fingernail.
"What?" Steve asked gently.
"It's just...we're gonna be a TV show, you know? They'll make Avengers lunchboxes, Avengers pajamas, Avengers toothpaste..."
"And?"
Natasha sighed. "And I just know that some little girl is going to watch the show and decide that she wants to be just like Black Widow when she grows up. I'm not a role model, Steve."
"Natasha..." Steve began, trying to find the words to comfort his friend, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're being too old fashioned." She raised an eyebrow. "You, um, you think that, because you're the only woman on the team, you're the only one young girls can look up to, but a girl can be a genius like Bruce or Tony. She can be a warrior like Thor, an agent like Clint, or a soldier like me. If she chooses to look up to you, then that's what she'll do: she'll choose. And, in my opinion, she'd be making a damn smart choice."
Natasha gave him a sad smile and moved to rest her head on his shoulder. "Cap?"
"Yeah?"
She sighed. "Sometimes I really wish you were my type."
Steve laughed. "Something tells me you prefer guys with a bit of a temper."
She punched his arm playfully. "Shut up!"
"I'm just saying, I really think you should accessorize in green."
She jumped up like she'd been burned, but she was laughing. "Oh my God, you did not just say that!"
"What can I say, I've been spending too much time with Tony. Which, now that I think of it, leaves a certain other scientist unaccompanied."
Having enough, Natasha turned the tables. "Oh, and exactly how have you been 'accompanying' Tony?"
Now it was Steve's turn to look scandalized. "I'm catching up, Natasha, but I don't think I'll ever be THAT progressive."
Just then, the workman stepped back and proudly surveyed his handiwork. "Alright, I got your cameras installed." He turned around to look at the two Avengers, but they were already scurrying away like cockroaches under a flashlight beam.