Do or do not. There is no try. - locked to steverogers_cpt

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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

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Now that he had the afternoon off, Steve had spent the first hour working out. Having no idea why he felt like he needed to. Afterwards, he had taken a long shower and thought about why he was thinking so much about going to Natashas place. He couldn't come to a conclusion and instead got dressed into his cargo pants and tshirt (the only clothes he really owned) but spent time in front of a mirror trying to come up with a way to make himself look better. But he couldn't find a better way to style his hair, so Steve grabbed his jacket and headed out. Making his way slowly there.

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Tasha, in turn, had spend the time trying to get her apartment in line with that she assumed Steve would like. She packed up all her files and weapons and hide them in her bed room. She tried to make the sparse living space looks more welcoming but really Natasha wasn't much of a homebody. She spent too much time away on missions.

She got junk food, movie theater candy and huge bowls of popcorn and soda. It seemed fitting to make the Star Wars experience more real.

When that was done, she had nothing left to do but wait. And pace. And think.

Not good.

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When he had found her place, Steve made his way to her door and knocked. As his knuckles connected to the wood, he suddenly wondered whether or not he should have brought something. He sighed, mentally cursing himself for being silly enough for not having thought about it before. Now Steve thought that he was goign to look rude or something worse.

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She wouldn't have had room if he'd brought anything. Tasha's place isn't big, just enough for her and a few things and she stuffed it full of food. She's seen Steve eat. The man can EAT and she's worried enough for a small army isn't enough.

Then there's the knock on her door. Natasha freezes, reminding herself why she invited him over in the first place. She has no expectations, no plan. She's simply trying to gauge Steve in an environment outside of work, to determine if that way she's so interested in him is something more than just interest.

"Hey." She pulls the door open, smiling brightly. "I was worried you got lost."