"Natasha, come on!" Felicia whined.

Natasha stumbled down the stairs and met with Felicia. They got into the car and drove into the central and parked outside the Parlour.

"Wonder who could own such Lambo." She mumbled.

"Yeah, I know. Only Tony-"

"Would own it because he's here, look." Canary pointed out.

Natasha swung her head to the direction Felicia pointed at and saw the whole team through the glass trying on their suits and masks on. Natasha and Steve's eyes met and poor Steve tried to smile, but Natasha frowned and look away.

"Steve, HEY!" Clint yelled.

"Come back." He mumbled.

Without hesitation Steve walked out the store and walked across the street to were Natasha and Felicia where.

"Whoa, at ease soldier. She doesn't want to see anyone." Canary said.

"I just need to than to her, please." Steve begged.

"Hey, what about this one?" A voice said softly behind them.

The two swung behind them to see Natasha in a black lace dress and a black heels. Her mask was wrapped around her hand and her eyes peeled on Steve.

"Captain Rogers." She said.

"A-Agent Romanoff." He stuttered. "I see that you and your 'friend' are going to Mr. Stark's party?" He snapped.

Natasha rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Oh no, I'm just trying on dresses for the fun of it. Why, does you and your 'team' have any issues?" She replied with a cold tone.

Steve shook his head and began to walk towards the doors when she called him back.

"Why were you here?"