Natasha sat cross legged on the couch, laptop resting in her lap. Her hair was up and she wore fuzzy blue pyjama's.

"Hey Lil Red. Watcha looking at?" Natasha looked up to see Tony approaching her.

"Nothing..." she quickly closed her laptop, only leaving it an inch open.

"Uh huh. Say, when're you moving out? It's bad enough Thor has to stay here."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Soon, Tony. You unfortunately have to put up with me a little while longer."

The billionaire gave a silly huff before nodding and leaving the room. Natasha sighed, opening her laptop again. She took another look at the house she was interested in. It would be perfect for her and Steve. All she had to do was make sure Steve liked it.

"Here we go..."

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"Steve, come here."

Natasha leaned against the doorway, balancing her laptop in one hand and her coffee in another.

"Ok..." Steve got up from his spot and approached the spy.

"Take a look at this one."

Steve took the laptop from her and scrolled through the pictures. Natasha couldn't read his face, but she assumed he liked the house.

"Three bedrooms, two baths. Its even got a basement and dining room. It'd be perfect for us." Steve nodded in agreement.

"It looks really nice. Plus, it's only an hour away from work."

Steve handed the laptop back to Natasha.

"There's an open house tomorrow if you want to check it out."

"Yeah," Steve said, leaning down and kissing her hair. "That'd be nice."

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"You ready?" Steve asked, looking over at Natasha. She nodded, opening her car door.

They both got out of the car, Natasha pulling up her hood (They have to be disguised so they aren't swarmed by crowds of fangirls) and grabbing Steve's hand. The houses owner and real estate agent greeted them at the door.

Walking through the house, Natasha felt very at home. The bathrooms were very nice, and the kitchen was huge. There was one room on the main floor, which would make an excellent office. Upstairs, they came into the master bedroom. There was a walk in closet, which Natasha had fallen in love with and refused to come out. Steve ended up carrying her to the next room.

"So, what do you think of it so far?"

"I love it..." Natasha continued on to the master bathroom. Steve followed.

"Would you consider this as a home?" Steve asked.

"Oh my god yes. It's just so...perfect."

Steve nodded and exited the bathroom. He went over to the owner.

"How much are you looking for?" He quietly asked, hoping Natasha wouldn't here. The woman smiled at him.

"Let's talk numbers."

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A week later, Steve waited anxiously for his phone to ring. No one knew why, not even Natasha. When it did ring, Steve quickly walked into another room. He returned five minutes later, a smile plastered to his face.

"Tasha, can we talk for a second?"

The spy got up and followed him into the kitchen.

"Yes?" The spy asked curiously.

"...We got a house!"

Natasha took a minute to process this. She didn't remember making any offers, unless Steve had sneakily...

"Oh my god!" She screamed. "We got a house!"

Steve chuckled as Natasha did a little happy dance.

"Yay!"

A/N

Hiya! So, did you like this one? I have multiple of these already writen, so updates will be often. Remember, I started this on my FanFiction.net account, so updates will first appear there, then I'll transfer them here.