Natasha enjoys using Mistletoe

It had been nearly a year since Natasha admitted her feelings to herself.

The hundred year old walking symbol of America had undoubtedly stolen her heart.

Although it had taken her a while to admit it to herself, once she had she found herself quite fond of the idea.

Her and Steve already spent most of everyday together, so it's not as if that would change.

In fact, the only thing that would really change would be that she would be able to kiss him whenever she wanted, and not just when they were undercover.

For the past year, she had also been mercilessly flirting with Steve to try and let him know of her affection for him.

Unfortunately. He was extremely dense when it came to women.

He brushed off everything she said with a blush and a stuttering response that was normally a failed attempt to flirt back in a harmless way.

Lucky for Natasha, it was Christmas time.

And at Christmas, there's also mistletoe.

So Natasha devised a plan. All she had to do was get Steve under one of the many mistletoes she had hung around the compound, hopefully more then once if the night went her way.

Tony had been thrilled about the mistletoes and practically staked out by them in hopes of catching Pepper, Natasha, or some other unsuspecting woman underneath it.

Clint had done the same and because of this, Natasha resorted to telling the two of her plans.

"I knew it!" Clint yelled, jumping up and pointing at her.

"Shut the hell up Clint," Natasha scolded, glancing around him, "in case you've forgotten, he lives here."

Tony grinned ear to ear, "Capsicle and Natalia, huh. I ship it. I think we should help her Clint."

Natasha's eyes widened a bit, "No. I do not want your help. I want you to stay out of my way and not fool around under the mistletoe. That's all I'm asking."

Clint raised an eyebrow, "Oh come on Natasha, we're the best at romance. Should we remind you that the two of us are the only ones in a stable marriage?"

Natasha rolled her eyes, "No. You're not helping."

"Can we at least watch in the security room?" Tony asked.

"Absolutely not." Natasha said, glaring at Tony.

Tony shrugged, "You can't stop me."

Natasha tilted her head and gave Tony another threatening glare, "Tony I swear to God I'll break your arm."

Tony winced, "Alright! Chill! I won't watch you guys. But are you sure we can't help?"

Natasha turned to face Tony and he jumped out of his chair, backing towards the stairs, "You know what! Nevermind! I forgot I've got stuff to do!"

Clint nodded, "Me too!"

They both ran off and Natasha sighed, this was already not going according to her plan.

She sat at the table for a while and tried to think of how she could get Steve under the mistletoe.

Natasha had already put them in places he often went to, the kitchen, the elevator, the entrance to his floor, and the training room.

"Hey Nat, you alright?" Steve asked, walking into the kitchen and noticing how deep in thought she was.

Natasha's head snapped up, "Hm? Me? I'm fine. Just thinking."

Steve grinned, "Thinking huh? What about?"

Natasha bit her lip and gave Steve a flirty grin, "Wouldn't you like to know."

Steve blushed and laughed, "Are you busy today?"

Natasha shook her head, "Nope. Why?"

"Do you want to spar? I've got a lot of energy." Steve suggested.

Natasha nodded, "Sure. Unless you'd rather find other ways to get rid of energy." She said, brushing her hand along his chest as she walked by him.

Steve turned bright red again as he followed Natasha into the elevator.

Natasha smiled to herself as she stood right next to the mistletoe and Steve stood underneath it.

"Rogers, look up." Natasha said, smirking to herself.

Steve did as she said and blushed for probably the tenth time in fifteen minutes, "Oh-I-I didn't realize that was there."

Natasha laughed a little and leaned up to quickly kiss Steve's lips. It was a short and innocent kiss but if things continued the way Natasha thought they were going to, she would have plenty of opportunities to taint Steve's purity the rest of the day.

Steve kissed her back for the brief moment and when Natasha pulled away, she swore he looked almost disappointed.

"You coming Rogers?" Natasha asked when the doors opened and he had still yet to move from where he was standing.

Steve's eyes widened, "Right, sorry."

Natasha laughed and slipped into the ring, watching Steve as he did the same.

"Go easy on me. I don't want to wake up with too many bruises," Steve said, readying himself for Natasha's attacks.

Natasha rolled her eyes, "No promises."

Steve laughed and Natasha took the moment to throw a punch at his jaw. He barely caught it in time and when he did, he used her momentum to flip Natasha onto the mat.

Natasha got up quickly and kicked at Steve's legs, making contact and sending him crashing to the ground with a hard crash.

Steve groaned in pain and used his much superior strength to flip them over so that he was pinning Natasha.

Seeing that there was no way out of this with a win, Natasha looked past Steve's head and to the ceiling before smiling.

"Surrender?" Steve teased.

"Never."

Natasha surged forward and caught Steve's lips in a passionate kiss that made him loosen his grip and close his eyes, completely submitting to Natasha's will.

Steve's hands cupped Natasha's face as he moaned into their kiss.

Using his distracted state to her advantage, Natasha flipped them over and pulled away, "Surrender?" She teased.

Steve looked at Natasha with confusion and she pointed above her, where the mistletoe was clearly hung.

Steve blushed, making Natasha laugh, finally he spoke up again. "You know, I'm starting to really like mistletoe."

Natasha grinned, "Yeah? There's some hung above my bed. Come help me put it to good use?" She offered, her eye twinkling with excitement.

Steve nodded eagerly, stumbling after Natasha, stopping at a few more mistletoes along the way up to her room.

Natasha smiled as she kissed him again, this would certainly be a Christmas to remember.