Three fun-filled days had gone by of Steve and Natasha's honeymoon. Whether it was exploring theme parks, visiting the beach, and just being in each other's company, they couldn't had asked for a better getaway.

After having lunch at Capt. Cooks, a quick service restaurant at Disney's Polynesian Village Resort, it was time for dessert, and not just any dessert but the Dole Whip; the pineapple flavored soft-serve ice cream. "You can do this, Nat, okay?" Steve smiled and squeezed her hand. Since he had gone on Space Mountain, it was time for Natasha to come through with her end of the deal and get over her fear.

Natasha sighed with a nod. "Okay, but I have to use the bathroom first."

"Oh well go ahead! I'll be waiting right here," he pecked her lips before she went up the stairs to the women's restroom.

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Fifteen minutes went by; Natasha hadn't returned. Steve started to get worried. He reached for his phone from his pocket and dialed her number. It rang and rang until it went to voicemail. He called her two more times, and the same thing happened. Not bothering to leave a message, he went to look for her. "Not going to waste time when my wife could be in danger," he thought.

Steve ran upstairs to the second floor and searched the restaurants and shops, hoping Natasha would be in one of them. To his dismay, she wasn't. He was super close to going into the ladies' bathroom until he saw from the distance, the back of a familiar red head, outside, in line for the monorail.

"She wouldn't..actually she would."

Steve sighed and went outside, pushing through the crowd until he reached Natasha. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, startling her.

"Oh there you are, Steve!" Natasha exclaimed, trying to act cool. "You ready?"

"Yeah let's go," Steve replied, grabbing her hand in attempt to pull her out of line.

"Hey, monorail's that way," she stopped him, pointing behind her.

"We're not going on the monorail, Nat."

"Then how are we getting to Magic Kingdom?"

"Please don't do this."

"Do what?" Natasha raised an eyebrow.

"We're going," he took her hand again, but she quickly pulled away, running towards the monorail. However, Steve was faster; he picked her up by the waist and carried her away.

"You're all invited to my funeral!" Natasha called out.

Once they were inside, Steve put Natasha down and gently turned her around so she could face him, keeping his hands on her waist so she wouldn't try to escape. "You know, I was worried about you," he told her. "I thought something had happened."

"Steve, I'm sorry," she frowned, feeling guilty. "I just can't do it."

"Natasha, I'm asking you to eat ice cream. What's there you can't do?"

"You know it's not just any ice cream."

"Look, I know you're scared, but what happened to the speech you gave me the other day, how you told me we shouldn't let fear get in the way of having fun and how we should try to overcome them?" Steve reminded her. "You're really gonna let a fruit tear you apart?"

Natasha rolled her eyes. "I hate it when you're right."

"So you'll do it?" he smirked.

"Let's go before I change my mind," she mumbled.

"That's my girl!" Steve planted a kiss on Natasha's head before they headed to Pineapple Lanai.

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"Alright you getting a float or just plain soft serve?" Steve asked his wife as he was looking at the menu.

Instead of getting a response, he heard sobbing. Steve turned around and found Natasha's face showering with tears. "What's wrong?"

"The sign," she cried. The sign of the ice cream stand was a pineapple.

"It'll be okay," he put his arm around her. "I think we'll both just get soft serve."

"I don't want it anymore."

Ignoring her, Steve walked up to the window.

"Don't you dare, Steve," she warned.

"Hi, I'll have two pineapple soft serves please," he ordered.

"DON'T LISTEN TO THAT MAN!" Natasha yelled. "HE'S A HABITUAL LIAR."

"Is everything okay, sir?" the employee asked, concerned.

"Yeah, it's just the time of month for my wife," Steve lied, embarrassed.

The lady nodded as she went to prepare the ice cream.

Natasha went up to her husband. "What have you done? We're gonna die!"

"Look at the people around you, honey!" Steve said. "Did they die?"

"That doesn't mean others hadn't."

"Here you go," the lady brought out the dole whips.

Natasha began to cry again; the employee gave her a worried look.

"My period's really bad," Natasha's face turned red.

After Steve handed the money to the lady, he grabbed the ice cream and quickly found a table by the pool to eat at. When they sat down, Steve took a spoonful of his dole whip. "Mmm, this is really good stuff, Nat!"

Natasha didn't say anything. She just sat there, giving death stares at her dessert. "No way I'm eating this piece of crap," she thought to herself.

Steve looked up at Natasha. "Please eat your dole whip. It's gonna melt."

"Never," she refused.

"Come on. What's the worst you think's gonna happen to you..besides dying?"

Natasha hesitated before she answered, sheepishly, "I don't want to turn into a pineapple."

A bewildered and astonished Steve asked, "You're kidding right?"

"I wish."

Sighing, he reached for her hand and assured her, "Nat, honey, you're not gonna turn into a pineapple, okay? It's not even possible!"

"Mommy, will I turn into a pineapple after I eat my dole whip?" a young girl at a nearby table asked her mother.

"Of course, sweetie!" her mother replied.

"Yay!"

Natasha started to bawl.

"Are you kidding me?" Steve yelled over to the table. "You couldn't want to be a Disney character instead?"

"Says the man who's practically a walking American Flag," the kid retorted.

"Touché," he rolled his eyes.

"You lied to me Steve," Natasha choked.

"Since when did you listen to little kids?"

"Since I learned I'm gonna turn into a pineapple!" she wined.

"NATASHA GUESS WHAT?!" Steve said excitedly.

"Wha-"

He shoved a spoonful of the pineapple soft serve in her mouth, having been fed up.

Natasha's eyes widened, shocked he'd so such a thing, but she quickly relaxed. "Oh." She took another scoop. "Mm. Mmm. MmmmmMMMMM THIS IS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER HAD!"

Steve sighed, pressing his hand against his forehead. "Finally."

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Author's Note:

Hey guys!! Thank you so much for taking the time to read this messed up story. You're all probably concerned about my mental stability right now but I'm okay I promise..I hope XD

So you're probably wondering why I made Natasha so psychotically afraid of pineapples. Good question, cause I have no idea either. I honestly just wanted her to be scared of a fruit for some reason, and pineapples just made sense?? However, I wanted to show you all a side to Natasha we have obviously never seen before. Why? Because even though she may seem all tough on the outside, she's still very human, and she's got feelings..and we all get the feeling of fear unfortunately. I also just thought you'd all could use a good laugh :P

Moral of the story again, don't let fear take over your life. Overcome it. Kill it. Defeat it. You'll feel so much better, trust me!

Anyways, thanks again for reading this. Hope you enjoyed it and stay tuned for the third book!!:)