Steve was sitting at the table at Clint's house. Tony and Bruce were asleep upstairs, Natasha was, well Steve didn't know exactly where she was. Clint's daughter, Lilly sat right next to Steve and studied him.

"Hello, there." Steve said, he was never all that good when it came to talking with kids in general.

"Do you like my Aunty Nat?" She asked doodling on her coloring page.

Steve could feel his face getting warm, he decided to avoid the question. "What are you drawing there?" Steve leaned over to look at her paper.

"A butterfly!" She exclaimed with excitement, "do you like my Aunty Nat?" She asked again.

Steve knew he wasn't going to be able to avoid this question, "well yeah. Of course I like her. We work together, and we're teammates on missions, so yes I like her."

"Do you love her?" Lily asked as her face broke into a smile.

Steve didn't know exactly where their relationship stood. They shared that kiss that seemed ages ago, but that was it. "I don't know. I think your Aunty Nat likes someone else." Steve said as his voice saddened, but he tried to conceal his emotions.

"Why don't you just tell her that you love her?"

"I don't know if it's that simple, Lilly. Besides, why do you want to know if I like your Aunty Nat?" He asked giving her a warm smile.

Clint called from upstairs, "Lilly! Bedtime!" She shot up from her chair and ran towards the steps before turning around, "because she wanted me to ask you if you did."

Steve couldn't help but smile. He got up and grabbed left over plates and began to wash them, until he stopped at the sound of a women's voice.

"Hey, Rogers. How was your conversation with, Lilly?" Natasha asked standing next to him at the sink.

"Did you hear the whole conversation?"

"Only the parts I wanted to hear." She said facing him.

"You know, Natasha, it was quite sneaky what you did there... Having that 4 year old do your work." He said as he turned off the water and put the plates in the sink.

"Well I could have done it myself, but I love to see you blush." She said getting close to him.

"You really do love to torture me, don't you?"

"That's the kind of work I like to do myself." She said as she pressed her lips against his, then released. "I should probably go to bed, Rogers."

"Oh no you aren't." Steve said grabbing her hand, then pulling her body against his.