"I can't believe that you doubt Captain America's ability to treat a woman right," Natasha mutters. Clint shrugs. (Or, the four times Steve shows Natasha that he loves her and the one time he tells her.)

"Look," Natasha says. It's time for a serious conversation. She puts her magazine down on the couch. "I don't think this is working out." "Your laundry routine? Yes it isn't," Steve is still holding his ruined shirt. There are blue splotches all over the formerly white shirt. He looks scandalized. "Why don't you separate your colored clothes when you wash them?"

And it was a wonder how they even managed to work in the first place, given all they had ever told each other were nothing but lies. [Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU]

"What are you going to do? Do a series about superheroes' daily lives? Iron Man doing laundry. No, wait. I'm not even sure Stark does his own laundry." He pauses and looks at her then, eyes wide and horrified with realization. "Please tell me I didn't just give you an idea." (Natasha & photography. It's not as messy as you think.)

[drabble compilation] Chapter 1: Steve/Natasha soulmate au. 'There's a tag and a pull, but no one has ever told them that they are written in the stars.'

"Are you going to shoot me again?" "Depends," he says. "Do I need to?" She laughs, only half fake, and it feels like freefalling. He curls his right hand into a fist, just to feel nails digging into his palm. Her laughter almost sends a shiver down his spine. He uselessly hopes she doesn't notice.

When her eyes flick to his and there is no recognition in them, he thinks: he must have done something terribly, terribly bad, to deserve all this.

He knows that she can snap someone's neck with her bare hands. She looks at him pointedly. "Don't we all?" And isn't that the sad, sad, truth.

"I met the Queen of England," she says, out of the blue. The worst thing about Natasha Romanoff is that you wouldn't be able to tell whether she's lying or not if she doesn't let you. That, and he is pretty sure the cat hates him and worships the ground she walks on.

"I thought you were doing a Julia Robert's Eat-Pray-Love kind of thing," he tells her. [Prompt fill for anon]

But the memory of his laughter dances in her mind and she can't pretend the thought of him is not in every little thing she sees. [Prompt fill for deadlyromanova and jaedumb]

Hunger Games AU. But then he smiles, this slow blissful smile and says, "Tell me Artemis Crock," he halts and takes a step forward so that the tip of her arrow is pressed right to his skin, his heart. "Are you going to kill me?"