A/N: Had to get rid of the StevexNatasha feels i got after The Nanny Diaries.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything

Steve sighed flipping through the sketch book that he had gotten for Christmas while sitting on his bed.
Natasha leaned against his door frame and knocked.
Steve jumped slamming his notebook shut and shoving it under his pillow. He looked up beating himself for leaving the door open and
tried to smile through a blush.
"Hey Captain." She said in a voice he had never heard her use before.
"Ma'am." He nodded at her.
"May I come in?" She asked, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Of course." He nodded.
"Do you want me to shut th-"
He nodded before she could even finish the sentence.
"Okay." She said, closing the door behind her.
"You need help with anything ma'am?" He asked.
"Not really." She sat at the edge of his bed. "No-one's really talking to me, so I thought I might give talking to you a shot."
"Why isn't anyone talking to you?" He asked.
"I may or may not have managed to piss off every single one of them off." She said. "Clint hadn't spoken to me since last Friday night."
He looked at her and thought "What day is it?" That was right. It was Saturday. "That was over a week ago. Why?"
"I don't know." She ran her hand through her red hair aggressively. "I said something wrong, and now he won't talk to me."
"It's scaring you ma'am?" Steve asked.
She shrugged, avoiding his eye contact.
"But nothing scares you, right?" He asked.
She shrugged again.
"Can I show you something?" He asked.
She nodded, looking up at him, her green eyes twinkling with wonder.
"Come here." He patted the spot next to him.
She crawled up next to him and sat, looking up at him like a child.
"I'm gonna tell you something. But you can never tell anyone else, okay?" He looked down at her.
She nodded, wrapping her arms around herself.
"Okay. When I was growing up, the best thing you could do was be in the war. You know, save lives, make a difference in the hell." Steve said. "And I mean, I was itty bitty. Always getting beat up. You know, not good enough for anything. Dr. Erskine, he changed it. Him and Stark's dad."
She looked up at him, eyebrow raised.
"And the thing that was special about me according to them was the fact that I had heart, I guess." Steve said. "Had a reason to fight. I wanted to protect others and not just fight to get blood on my hands. And I promised myself that I'd never let it get to my head."
"And?" She asked quietly.
"And, it got to my head. I thought I was invincible. I swore I was. I thought that because I was the first superhero, nothing could get to me. I was dead wrong." He shook his head. "The one thing that could always get to me was Peggy. She just, she was a free spirit. One that didn't give a shit if you liked her or not. She had a heart. And she knew me before I was this and she saw potential."
Natasha stuck her hand under the pillow and dug the sketchbook out.
She flipped it opened. "Is this her?" She asked, running her hand down the length of the paper.
He nodded, looking at it.
"She's beautiful." She said quietly. "It's almost life-like."
"I know." Steve said. "That's why I like drawing. It plays with your emotions."
She smiled lightly, flipping to the next page. "You know, Clint was in the Army?"
"He was?" Steve asked.
"I know, hard to believe." She shrugged. "But he was." Steve said, causing her to nod.
"He was married." Natasha said quietly, looking at a drawing of a bird. "To this girl. Her name was Barbara, but she went by Bobbi. She was his whole life."
"What happened?" Steve asked.
"I don't even know. But they're not married anymore." Natasha said. "But I saw pictures of them. And they were so happy. They were more than two partners. They were a couple."
"What were the pictures?" Steve lightly took the book out of her hand.
"Just, like they were normal everyday people." She said quietly. "You know, dates and parties. And anniversaries."
"I want you to look at this." Steve handed her back the sketchbook.
"What is it?" She asked.
"I don't know." Steve shrugged. "Part of the time what I draw I don't mean to. It's a subconcious act of sorts." He pointed to the picture.
"I think about me and Peggy and I draw Clint and you." he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's weird."
She giggled and it had been the first time he had heard something that melodic.
"What are they doing?" She pointed to the picture.
"I think they're stuck in vents." Steve said. "I sometimes wake up in the middle of nights because ideas hit me. And that was one of them."
"I'm sorry." She muttered flipping to the next page.
"What are you sorry about?" He asked.
"That may or may not have been one of the nights me and Clint were crawling through the vents trying to get to the lab." She said.
"Why?" He asked.
She opened her mouth but he raised his hand to silence her.
"I don't even want to know." He said, shaking his head.
She giggled again, causing him to smile. He had never seen her so carefree. So normal. So different. The darkness that usually swirled in her eyes, the want to be by herself, weren't there. It was replaced with a small brightness, and it was filled with excitemet and wonder.
"What's this?" She asked, turning the sketch book in her hand.
"Oh." He blushed slightly.
"It's really good Steve." She said, smiling at it.
He shrugged, not answering her at all. "So..." He said quietly.
She looked at the picture. She was amazed at the likeness in the image. It showed two women, one in an Army uniform, and one in a catsuit. She was guessing it was her and Peggy. They both had a look on their face that meant business, but she could see the softness in their eyes. "What was she like exactly?" She ran her hand over Peggy's face.
"She was you know, fierce. She didn't take shit from people. But she was still a human, and she still could hate you for crossing her." He shrugged. "She had this thing about dancing. That was supposed to be our first date. Dancing at The Stork Club at eight o'clock the next Saturday. I said we needed a slow song. And I couldn't dare be late." She smiled. "I've been there. It's not as fancy as it used to be. But it's nice."
"Yeah, I've heard." Steve said, causing her to laugh. "What is so funny?"
She shrugged. "I just haven't laughed since Friday Night. I think I'm getting the giggles that have been stuck inside of me out." She flipped to the next page and busted out laughing again. "This picture is amazing." She pointed to it.
"Oh, yeah that one." He blushed.
"The weird thing is, I can totally see you guys as strippers." Natasha said. "Tony and Clint would come up with the idea. Thor wouldn't understand it so they'd just bribe him with poptarts. I don't really understand how they could have convinced you and Bruce to join them but they obviously did." She shrugged. "I would totally go to that strip club."
He blushed, growing bright red.
"Do they have names?" She asked.
"What?" He looked down at her.
"You know, strippers have to have a dang stripper name." She said. "Like Magic Mike."
"Who?" He asked.
"Dear lord." She snorted. "Wait, you didn't watch it with us. That was
our last movie night. No-one got up to leave cause they all wanted to see what the Pony Dance was."
"The what?" He asked.
"Whatever. I need the pencil." She said, sticking out her small hand.
He stared at her hardcore.
"I'm not changing the damn picture!" She groaned. "I'm just adding the stripper names."
"Fine." He grabbed a pencil out of the drawer and handed it to her.
"Good." She said before she started to write on the paper. "You're gonna love this Steve."
"I highly doubt that." He said before she handed him back the pencil.
"You ready for this?" She asked, squeezing the sketch book against her chest.
"It amazes me you did that so fast." He answered.
"I've been thinking about what your stripper names since Magic Mike." She said. "Don't judge me."
"Let me see it." He said, shaking his head.
She flipped the book and pointed at the picture of him. "The Captain." Next was Tony. "Man Of Steel." Then it was Bruce. "The Big One."
That one made him bust out laughing. "Where do you co-"
"Shush." She pointed to Thor. "Poptart." The last one was of Clint. "The Arrow."
"What's so bad about that one?" He asked.
"You weren't with us when we established this?" She gasped dramatically. "How dare you!"
"What does it mean?" He asked.
"So Stark said that me and Clint were way too alike. And he said it made sense. Because I was a bow, and he was an arrow." She looked up at him. "And I asked him what that meant cause Clint got all flustered by it." She slowed her words down. "And he said that the bow is the place the arrow is put." She nodded slowly, making sure he understood it.
"I am never going to think about bow and arrows the same way again." He said causing her to laugh.
She flipped the page and she grew quiet.
"What's wrong?" He asked, looking down at her.
"Is this me?" She asked, staring down at the paper in a small childlike voice.
"I guess it is." He said. "I don't really know."
"Do I look that much like her?" She asked.
"Yeah." He nodded. "You do."
"Were we alike?" She asked.
"Yeah. Fierce, not giving a shit, free spirit. Have heart, not matter how much you like to disagree with that one." He said.
"What else?" She asked quietly.
"You're both very beautiful." He said, which caused her to blush. "And you both always proved yourself worthy of your positions. And you are always the only girl with the guys, just like she was." He shrugged. "We always thought she had a thing for Stark."
"You think I had a thing for Stark?" Natasha asked, eyes wide. "Jerk."
She smacked him with the sketchbook.
"Well, we all kinda did to be truthful. We heard about your past with him." He said. "But then Clint came into the picture and all of our minds changed to think you two had a thing."
"So. I'm kinda like her?" Natasha asked.
"More like just like her." Steve said. "That may be the reason I'm so damn protective of you on the field."
"Everyone is." Natasha groaned. "You think I'm beautiful?"
"We all do." Steve said. "It's hard not to think that."
"Really?" She asked quietly.
He nodded. "When I first met you, i thought of the first time I met Peggy."
She smiled and looked down at the paper. She flipped to the next page. "These drawings are really good Steve." She said quietly, eyeing a certain one on the corner of the page.
"Thanks." He said. "I try." He shrugged, causing her to laugh.
"What's this one from?" She asked, pointing to the page.
"You two were arguring about God knows what." He said. "And you started a cooking challenge. And you forced Tony to be the judge. And your muffins nearly killed him."
"Highly doubtful." She rolled her eyes. She flipped the page. She froze as she looked at the picture, taking in every detail.
"You guys are so graceful when you're sparring." Steve said. "I couldn't really help it."
"Well, that's what you get for ballet and being in a circus." She muttered under her breath. She flipped the page. "I like this one most."
He looked down at the picture.
It was of her, walking down the hall. She had a blanket trailing behind her and one hand was rubbing at her eye. She was in a shirt that was way too big for her that went down to her knees.
"You seem to do that alot." He said.
She nodded looking down at herself. She was in the exact same shirt as she was in the picture, bu this time had sweatpants on under it.
She flipped to the last page that had a drawing on it and smiled.
"This is good." She nodded. "This is really good."
"Thanks." He said.
"Is this all of us?" She asked.
"Yeah. At the Pepper imagined wedding she had me draw." He said.
She laughed, causing him to smile.
Natasha was in the middle of the five boys. Since she was all five of their worlds.
Beside Natasha was Clint and Steve and beside Tony was Bruce and Thor was next to Bruce.
She sat the sketchbook down and looked at him. "I wanna do something for you Captain."
"What?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed.
"I mean, I know I'm no Peggy. I mean obviously." She pointed at her outfit. "And also because you know, she British and I'm Russian, but.." She looked down at the sketchbook which was flipped to a picture of two people dancing. "But I'm close enough, right? I could, nevermind. It's stupid."
"Ms. Romanoff." Steve looked down at her.
"I would be amazingly happy if I could have this dance." She looked up at him. "I know I'm not Peggy. And I'll never be like her either, but at-"
He put his finger on her. "Shh." He said, removing it. "I would be honored to go dancing with you."
"Good." She said before pulling out her phone and starting a song.
"You're late Mr. Rogers." She said in a real British accent.
"What are you talking about?" Steve asked.
"It's 8:02. You're late." She smirked at him.
"May I have this dance?" He asked.
"I would be honored." She said. The way she said it reminded him of Peggy. It sounded just like her.
"Good." He said, before he placed his hands on her hips, and she tangled her arms around his neck. "And we just sway?"
She nodded, putting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

They're writing songs of love- but not for me. A lucky star's above- but not for me. With love to lead the way I've found more clouds of gray than any Russian play -can gurantee. I was a fool to fall- and get this way. Ah ho alas and awe- so lackaday. Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss. I guess she's not- not for me.

"I know this song." Steve said.
She nodded. "I picked it for that reason." She said in her normal voice, no accent.
"Hmm." He let go of her and grabbed her hand and started twirling her.
"Getting fancy, are we Rogers?" She asked in the accent again.
"You got me." He shrugged, dipping down slightly.

It all began so well- but what an end. This is the time- a fellow needs a friend. When every happy plot ends with a marriage knot. And there's no knot, no (k)not for me.

He dipped her down and they stayed in that position.
She smiled at him.
He couldn't help himself. He leant down and kissed her on the lips. When he realized he had done that he lost his grip on her and dropped her to the floor. "I'm so sorry!" He said, covering his face with his hands.
Natasha stood up and walked out of the room, not even casting a second look over her shoulder.

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