A/N: when CW comes out, just ignore the chapters I posted about it, their mostly just headcannons on what the Romanogers community thinks.
_______________________
She has a bad habit of running into Tony at the worst times. When Pepper invited her over, she explicitly stated that he shouldn't be in the room.

But he was....
And he was surprisingly very respectful.
Not that she noticed, anyway.
Natasha had a heart to heart conversation with Pepper when he walked in.
Wearing a expensive grey and white suit and black sunglasses, she thought he was going to be rude, saying stuff along the lines of, "How's it feel to loose your fiancé?"
But he didn't.
"Pepper wanted me to talk to you."
Natasha stood up, her hands folded neatly across her chest, radiating authority from head to toe.
"And I should speak to you why?"
Pepper placed a comforting hand on her for only a couple brief seconds  before walking out of the room.
Tony walked past Natasha, heading to stare out the large window behind her; she quickly followed.
"When this starts, you better watch your back. He's going to go for you, and it's going to hurt."
She stared up at him with disbelief.
"I'm not the one who needs to watch their back." Natasha pivoted on her heel and stormed out of the room to her car, where she promptly left.
She didn't know where she wanted to go, where she wanted to stay. A war was coming, and it was coming soon.
~X~
"Sir, I am aware that you can't get drunk, but if I may ask, why are you drinking such large amounts of the liquid?" Vision was the worst drinking partner in the world, Steve didn't know why he had invited him.
"Because I need to burn the memory of Natasha saying she chose him over me."
The Vision looked at him skeptically, almost in a pitying way.
"I also happen to agree with Stark too, if I may put my opinion out there," he offered. Steve let out a inward groan and kept drinking.
"Though Miss Maximoff doesn't approve of my choice."
Steve smirked. It sounded like him and Natasha, except gender switched.
"I'd actually assume you'd have a stroke of loyalty to Tony. He did have a role in creating you."
The red being considered the thought for awhile, as though he actually thought Steve was right.
"No, I'm sure it is just my opinion. Now if you'll excuse me sir, I must try and fix me and Miss Maximoff's relationship." The Vision bid Steve goodbye, and the soldier wondered why he was in such a rush.
When he heard wolf whistles and claps he knew the answer already. He felt her sultry voice as if she was next to him.
"Steve."
Speak of the devil.
"Now I wish I was drunk," he groaned as he turned his head to look at Natasha.

May the Lord forgive Steve for his language and thoughts but damn Natasha looked good!
Strutting into the bar like she owned it, she was the prize of every man in the room.
Wearing a tight fitting black dress that showed off her legs, along with a deep v cut that left it up to the imagination, she was an angel incarnated.
But she only had eyes for one man in this bar, and that was Steve.
__________________________
A/N: no I'm not writing any dirty things! Get your mind out of the gutter. This is just my way of writing fluff. There is a reason this is rated T.
Anyway, I got a request to write the next chapter so here ya go. Next chapter should be up by tomorrow.
Also! For any of you who play the game Flight Rising, I have an account called RedWind. I'm of the Water Flight and am open to any people who want to add me.

Happy Reading!
~Forever RedWind