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Natasha had always been the kind of girl who was bothered by little things that wouldn't upset a normal person. One of those things, however trivial it may have seems, was the fact Captain America had slept through Star Wars coming out. It bothered her, she wasn't sure why.

Then again, when it came to Steve, Tasha wasn't sure about a lot of things.

She gave Steve directions to her place, assuming he wouldn't have a TV or a BluRay player for the super deluxe re-re-re-re-re release of the original trilogy, and cleared both their afternoons of SHIELD duties with the new 'handler'. That guy didn't ask what she was doing the way Phil would have. Tasha was glad about that because she didn't know what the she was doing either. It just sort of happened and in truth, it was pretty damned exciting. This was coming from a girl who's been an assassin for years.

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When Natasha opened the door, Steve smiled widely in return. "Hey. I was starting to think I was but luckily I found it." He replied. "Sorry that I dind't bring anything with me."

"What, why?" Oh,yeah. Old fashioned guy being old fashioned. "It's fine. I got lots of food." She steps aside to let him in, gesturing to the living room area where almost every horizontal surface is covered in bowls of popcorn, candy and cans of soda. "Think it'll be a enough?"

Steve stepped inside, briefly glancing around before smiling when he saw just how much food and drink she had put out. "I should think so." He replied with a grin.

"Good. I wasn't sure and I felt kinda stupid asking." Not asking him, asking someone a SHIELD the recommended daily feeding requirements of Captain America. That would lead to questions she wasn't sure she wanted to answer.

Natasha nods to her sofa and shrugs. "I don't have stadium seating or a theater. You want that you'll have to go to Stark's place."

"It's more than fine." He replied with a smile as he walked into the lounge. "The sofas perfect. Anything big just feels weird to me."

"Me, too." Tasha grabs the remote and considers if she'll need to explain anything to him about Star Wars. She might but she'll cross that bridge when they get there. She won't be paying much attention to the movie anyway. This is about figuring Steve out, once and for all so she knows what the hell she's ~~feeling~~ thinking.

Steve smiled before removing his coat and sitting down on the couch. "This is a nice place." He said as he glanced around. It had a lot more than his. All he pretty much had was a bed, a kitchen, a bathroom and a couch. Not that he minded.

She makes money on the side. There are jobs that the Black Widow does that SHIELD doesn't need to know the details of. Steve doesn't need to know either, for that matter. "It's home." She shrugs before she sits down next to him. "What's your place like?" Yes, she's talking over the movie studio logo and theme song.

"Pretty bare. Just a kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and couch. Don't really need anything else."

"And what happens when you have people over?" She wondering if Steve even thinks about entertaining company or if he's still sequestering himself.

"I don't have anyone over." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck quietly.

"Do you think that's ever going to change?" She's not even paying attention to the movie.

"Maybe. I hope so. Would probably have to actually get some things in my apartment that are worthwhile first."

"What do you like?" She's telling herself it's research, to gather and analyse but it's not. Tasha's truly interested.

"Like? Uh.... mostly things that are considered vintage now. I'm still not fitting right with much of the modern world."

She nods leaning back against the sofa. "I know." Natasha turns the TV down before turning to face him. "Why do you think I invited you over here, anyway?"

"You were, uh.... tryin' to be nice?" He replied, scratching the back of his head whilst starting to get a feeling that wasn't the complete answer.

The way he doesn't 'get it' really is cute. "I am nice. You told me so yourself." Natasha smiles, hopping a little closer to him. She considers everything she's been though with him recently. Why shouldn't she be nice to him?

"Steve?" Natasha whispers. "Why did you agree to come over here today?"

Steve looked into her eyes as she moved closer then spoke, parting his lips slightly as he started to get an inkling of what she was getting at. Then he thought about why he agreed to come to hers. He'd been telling himself that it was because they were becoming friends, but now he wasn't so sure that that was the real answer.

Natasha isn't trying to push something on him he doesn't want. She's well aware the kind of man Steve is. He's got an innocence about him that she lost far too young, which is why she feels guilty entertaining thoughts that could corrupt that.

He's almost like an angel, and her...well she doesn't want to think about everything she's done. Tasha won't be sporting any metaphoric wings, that's for sure.

She glances at the television, wondering for a moment if she should ignore his silence. Instead, Natasha reaches her finger out and taps him on the forehead gently. "I asked you a question, Cap. You OK in there?"

Steve stayed silent for a few moments before swallowing. "Huh? Oh, yeah... yeah, i'm fine. I'm okay, i'm fine." Steve replied, stumbling with his words slightly.

"Do you want something to drink?" She looks away from him, assuming she's made a error in judgement about what he meant about getting to know her better. Natasha's disappointed of course but she can hide it.

Steve frowned as she looked away from him. "Natasha... hey..." He began, reaching slowly to turn her face to himself.

"What?" Tasha sounds dejected, like she feels she's done something wrong. That happens a lot with her.

Steve was now really starting to get the idea of why she had wanted him to come here. He swallowed, looking into her eyes as if searching to make sure he was right. He was also starting to realise that there was definitely more as to why he was there as well.

"Is there more as to why you asked me here?"

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