Once they got out, they were still holding hands. They went inside and gazed upon the grand hall.

"Wow." Natasha said.

"Stark actually did well." Steve chuckled.

They met up with the rest of them who were upstairs just looking down. Clint shared a small smile before open his mouth slightly and tapping Tony erotically.

"Look."

They faced Steve and Natasha who were holding hands and talking with one another. Clint gave Tony five bucks, seeing it was apart of the bet.

It was very good party. There was a lot of money coming in, and the team were the head of the news in South Africa.

"Nat? Come here quick." Clint said.

She let go of Steve slowly and walked with Clint outside.
"What's up?" She asked.

"Steve. Can you see what he's doing to you?" Clint asked.

She pulled an confused face and took a seat, waiting for him to explain.

"He makes you happy! It's so clear your meant to be with each other." Clint said.

"Bye, I'm not having this conversation."

She left Clint and walked back through the crowds to look for Steve, who was at the bar. He looked miserable so Natasha took matters into her own hands.

"Come on." Natasha said whilst taking his hand.

"Why? What's wrong?" He asked in a worried tone.

"You. This is plain and boring, and I've been the only thing keeping you alive. Let's just go back to the hotel, and watch a movie and get dunk, I know where Thor hides is mead,"