There was game tonight. Marvel, V Green Tigers. Steve was worried and sombre. He'd thought he lost Natasha. And there was no sign of her. Even Brock began to worry.

"Dude. Im sorry, but I doubt that she would show up. This is Natasha, she hates you." Tony giggled.

"B-Bu-"

"B-Bu what? We all tried to warn you. And who's fault is that? Remember in that MFL lesson? Sharon motioned towards Natasha. She's jealous of her, because you two are close."

"IT'S DIFFERENT BECAUSE I LOVE HER!" Steve yelled. "My parents are coming to the game. I can't stop thinking about her. What if I lose? She's going to be supporting Brock. She's no longer on my side."

"You love her? As in , 'love'?" Clint
smiled.

Steve nodded gently. He loved he loved her. But none of them had realised who was watch and listening.

Natasha herself.

Dressed in black, still, she felt the same. She loved Steve Rogers.

She headed into her room and looked at herself in the mirror. Anger grew increasingly inside her and her her fist was clenched.

"NO!"

She punched the mirror and the shards of glass scattered across the floor. And some in her hands. There were rapid footsteps, and the door was kicked down. Steve and the boys stood there looking down on a poor Natasha who was picking up the glass.

"Nat." Steve whispered. "Let's get you cleaned up."