Tonight the Avengers where throwing a huge party, to mark the anniversary of Civil War, between Steve and Tony.

"Are you guys sure about this? I mean Civil War wasn't pretty. The government just wanted to see us break apart way from each other, we shouldn't be celebrating." Natasha said whilst throwing grapes into Tony's mouth.

"But, in the end we fought together and bought peace." Steve yelled from the kitchen.

"Exactly. So why not Red?" Tony chimed in.

"I'm not fond of parties, there would be so many girls, swooning and trying to get up all up close and barley any guys. Ugh." She said throwing grapes into mouth.

"Is someone jealous?" Steve said whilst handing her water.

She spat out the water and burst out into laughter.

"Me. Jealous?" Natasha laughed.

"So we can invite more girls?" Clint asked.

"I doubt Laura, Jane, Pepper or Betty would be happy. Guys isn't that just wired?" Natasha asked with a really confused look on her face.

"What do you mean?" Thor asked.

"You all have girlfriends, well excluding Steve, but us girls would feel kinda sad, to see our boyfriends flirt of be with other girls. Just saying."

"But, you're not like other girls. Have you ever fallen in love before?" Tony stupidly asked.

Natasha glared at Tony and stood up.

"They called me  'Widow'  for a reason Stark." Natasha said lowly.

She turned her heel and walked out the room and went into the gym.

"Jarvis, Lock Down Gym."

"Yes Ms. May I alert you that guests are arriving."

"It's cool. Make sure that they don't go in my room or down here. Acsses archive to Avengers."

She took off her cardigan and put on tape on her hands, preparing herself to use the punching bags. She walked up to one and began to punch. Like never before.

Alexi, KGB, Red Room, Bucky, Ivan all came back. It couldn't get off her mind.
All of those horrid memories where flooding back to her, faster, faster than lighting.

And with one final punch, the punching bag flew across the room, atop of the others. Just as she was about to get another, a voice startled her.

"If you want to get your mind off things, come to the party."

"I'm not the type of party girl. And plus its class's. People are going to be wearing all sorts of these posh and fancy clothes, whilst I'll be there as what,Maria?" Natasha said whilst wiping the sweat of with her towel.

"Doesn't matter. Just promise you'll kip along, even just to get a drink or say hello. Alright?"

"Ok. Go upstairs, I'll be there in 30."

Natasha heard the click of her heels and the lift doors opened then close. She took the stairs to her room and took a shower. She slid into a plain cream, silk evening gown and white heels. After that she curled her shoulder length hair to one side and put on red lipstick. She took her purse, that contained her gun and knifes, just in case of any sort of emergency.

She straightened the creases in her dress before getting into the lift. She clicking the button the 31st floor. The doors shut and the lift gradually began to go up, as did the volume of music. A violin, and a harp could be heard the most and and could voices. The doors re-opened again and Natasha saw so many people. All dressed maturely and nicely. She began walking through the crowd of people and stopped when she saw Steve approaching her.

"Wow, you look stunning as always." He smiled.

"Thank you. As do you look very handsome." She replied.

"Thanks."

"Steve? Don't get me wrong, but I feel that if I don't go now, we will be harassed by females. About a meter behind me there are a group of girls, containing Sharon Carter that at looking."

She paused and they both looked behind them slowly waving at the girls, then resumed speaking.

"And? What's wrong with hanging out with you?"

"Me! Girl are going to be missing out the chance to be with the all star famous, Captain America. Go, and have fun." She said with a lazy smirk.

"I don't want to. Nat, please." Steve said whilst grabbing her arm.

She kissed his check before walking away. She went to the bar and looked back and saw Steve talking to the girls.
She chucked to herself and order a drink.

"Can I have a gin- and tonic?"

"Make that two." A voice said behind her.