Summary: Somehow, Steve convinces Natasha to join him and his new friend Sam at a Mets game. Unfortunately, the weather turns against them and what was supposed to be a fun spring activity turns into a muddy, wet trip.

"Come on, Nat," Steve groaned, standing in her doorway.

Maria was working on her laptop, cross-legged on her bed and completely ignoring Steve's plea for her to help Natasha hurry up. She didn't seem to care that if Natasha wasn't ready in the next two minutes, they were going to be very, very late.

"I can't find my rain jacket!" Natasha exclaimed, poking her head out of her closet to frown at him. "It's supposed to storm and I don't want to drown."

"You'll be fine," Steve promised, checking his watch again. "It's not going to rain."

"What if it does?" Natasha asked, giving up her search and stepping out of her room.

With a quick wave to Maria, she shut the door and hurried after Steve down the stairs.

"Then I'll buy you a hot chocolate," Steve replied, grabbing his wallet and keys off the counter. "Now let's go."

"I'm going, I'm going," she muttered, yanking open the door and running through.

Steve followed her out of the apartment, waving at Clint and Thor in the living room and slamming the door behind him. They were only five minutes late. It would be fine.

* * * * *

When the sun disappeared two minutes into their car ride and clouds started to gather, Natasha had turned to frown at Steve. He'd brushed it off and told her they were just clouds. They were still just clouds as they picked Sam up from the dormitory and drove to the Red Sox's stadium. Having the Mets travel to Boston for an early spring game was a treat, so even when Natasha grumbled about the sprinkle of rain that began as they got out of the car, Steve assured her they would be fine.

"I'm gonna get a corn dog," Sam said shortly after they'd found their seats. "Either of you want anything?"

"I think we're good for now," Steve replied. Sam nodded and disappeared into the crowd.

As soon as Sam was gone, Steve turned to face Natasha. "You alright?"

"Fine," Natasha said, curling into herself on her seat. The sprinkle of rain had stopped, but the clouds overhead kept them cold, leaving Natasha to create her own warmth or suffer. "Just cold."

"At least it's not—"

"Don't!" Natasha interrupted, elbowing him as he wrapped his arms around her. "If you jinx it, you own me a month's worth of hot chocolate."

"Alright, I won't jinx it," Steve chuckled, pulling Natasha against his chest.

She melted into him, relishing in his warmth as he wrapped his jacket around her too. Sam returned a couple minutes later with two corn dogs and a medium chili cheese fry. As he handed the chili cheese fries to Steve with a smirk, he held out three forks.

"Figured you could use the heat," he said, looking at Natasha.

She smiled gratefully and took a fork, not hesitating to stab some fries and shove them in her mouth. Steve rolled his eyes at her but thanked Sam and ate some fries himself. It wouldn't be long before the game started, but until then, he would eat those chili cheese fries in peace.

* * * * *

"This is your fault," Natasha grumbled, shaking with every step she took.

She was covered in both Steve and Sam's jackets, but it wasn't doing anything to keep her from shaking. Steve and Sam were just as soaked on either side of her, shaking almost as bad.

"I'm sorry the clouds decided to rain on us," Steve muttered, numbly unlocking their apartment and leading the way through the living room.

Tony, Pepper, and Clint looked up and watched as they walked in miserable silence up the stairs to Steve's room. Natasha ducked into her own room to change while Steve let Sam borrow some of his clothes.

A knock came to Steve's door just as he pulled a shirt over his head. The door opened just enough for Natasha to poke her head through and Steve smiled. He waved her in, unsurprised to see her wearing leggings and an over-sized shirt Steve was certain used to be his. The long sleeves covered her hands and the bottom hem came mid-thigh on her.

"Where's Sam?" she asked, flopping down on his bed and grabbing his pillow.

"Changing down the hall," Steve answered, gesturing to the door.

Natasha nodded, pulling his blankets over her and burrowing into his bed.

"Still cold?" he asked, fighting the smile on his face.

"I'm always cold," she muttered, hugging his pillow and inhaling deeply. The fact that it smelled like Steve was a plus, but it really was fluffy and nice to cuddle.

"Are you warm now?" Steve asked, sitting on the bed beside her.

She nodded into his pillow and closed her eyes. Steve smiled and ran his hand over her damp hair, but was completely unprepared for when she smiled to herself and threw her arm over his waist. Steve froze for only a second before relaxing again and continuing to run his hands through her hair.

The door opened and Sam walked in, pausing when he saw Steve and Natasha. Steve just nodded at him and Sam closed the door behind him, dropping his wet clothes on the floor beside Steve's.

"So, what do we do now?" Sam asked.

Natasha mumbled something he couldn't understand but Steve seemed to know what she meant.

"Sure," he replied. He looked back up at Sam and raised an eyebrow. "Movie?"

"Which one?" Sam asked. Steve glanced back down at Natasha who mumbled again. "Yeah, I'm not lover boy over here. I don't know what you just said."

"Then it'll be a surprise," Steve grinned, standing up.

He pulled Natasha off his bed and she grumbled until he pulled one of his sweaters over her head. He reached through the armholes and pulled her arms through then pulled her all the way to her feet.

"But the rain," she groaned.

Sam watched in amusement as Steve chuckled and kissed her forehead.

"I'll let you eat my popcorn and choose the drink," he promised, watching as she immediately lit up and grabbed his hand.

She pulled him through the door hastily, only pausing to tell Sam to follow.