The week went past quickly. Steve and Natasha grew closer to each other and became inseparable.

The team could see it to but decided to say anything. Tony couldn't help, but at least say a joke or two and that would shut them right up. As for Clint and Tony they had a nasty trick up their sleeve. To get Steve with Sharon Carter.

One day it was just a regular breakfast when Tony came happy with his Stark Pad.

"What did you do now?" Natasha asked whilst frying eggs.

"Nothing, other than tonight we are having a party."

"What's with you and parties?" Bruce asked.

"Nothing. Just love parties. Nat, Pepper's waiting is the car."

"Why?" She asked.

"Baby, you need serious TLC." Clint and Tony said.

"Guys?" Steve said.

"Gee thanks, way to make me feel special."

She took her jacket and walked out the door leaving the guys in there.

"How can you say that about Tasha?" Steve asked.

"It's not about Tasha. It's about you." Clint said.

"What about me?"

"So, you and Natasha are like best friends. So you guys can't go out. Like no way." Tony said.

"Why not? Just asking." Steve said.

"She's a cold blooded, heartless assassin. She's a spy and your a solider. Your and handsome guy, and she's a girl, with many flaws. She greedy and she wants you all to yourself." Clint replied.

"Wow. Did you even want to rescue me from Budapest? Or was that SHIELD?" A voice said behind them.

They turned around and saw Natasha standing there with a surprised look on her face.

"Nat."

"And what would have happened if you hadn't? You know what, so much for my team." She scoffed and walked out.

"Clint, that wasn't the plan." Tony muttered.

"This was part of your plan, to make Nat cry, or upset? Coz if it did then it worked." Steve said whilst standing up and walk away.

He made his way down to Natasha room and knocked on the door.

"It's open."

Steve opened the door and saw that Natasha was gone, the window was open and her catsuit, duffel bag and some of her clothes.

"Shit." Steve said.

Steve searched around and saw a note left for him. And it read:

Dear Steve,

Let me just make this quick,
I'm just getting my head cleared, don't stress or worry. I'll be back in time for the party, just to let you know. Tell the rest, and tell Clint is ok. I understand.

Tasha, xx.

P.S. If I'm not there chill with Sharon.