After a few more weeks of intimacy between one another, she began asking him to accompany her around town. Unofficial dates between an unofficial couple. At least, to them anyway. To them, it was merely comfort for one another. To everyone else, it was the actions of a couple.

They were in Central Park one day, walking along the paths. They talked about their pasts and the people they worked with. She soon diverted the conversation to her mission in Budapest.

"We didn't see it coming. A rocket came down and blew up our vehicle. Clint thought fast and dove behind the blown up wreck and began sniping them out. We had to hold out for half an hour until evac arrived."

"Yikes. I wish I could say I've encountered the same." Steve said, sipping on his coffee. They sat down on the rock formation in the park to rest. They sat in silence and drank their beverages for a while until Natasha spoke again.

"Do you miss the 1940's?"

Steve thought for a moment. "Yes and no. I obviously miss the people I knew back then. But this era has its charms."

"Like what?"

"Well, communication has certainly approved. If I can't get ahold of anyone via telephone I could text. Or e-mail. I like that you can order in food now. Also the whole color discrimination issue. I'm glad that everyone's equal."

"Anything else?"

He remained silent until quietly muttering "You."

She felt her lips twist upward. Did she hear right?

"I'm sorry, what?" she asked.

Steve sighed before answering more loudly. "You." before taking another sip of his coffee.

"Steve Rogers, are you saying I'm one of the charms of this era to you?"

He blushed. "You're very...graceful. And kind. And if it's not too inappropriate, a damn good lover if you know what I mean."

It was her turn to blush. "Steve, I'm very flattered."

"Which is why, seeing as my 40's way of thinking is still semi-intact, that I want you to be my girlfriend."

The smile slightly faded from Natasha's face. Steve noticed this.

"Steve, I-"

"I understand, Tasha." he said, getting up. "Just think about it, will you?" and he walked off into the park.

Moments later, she was up and running after him. She got up to him and whirled him round to face her.

"I've thought about it."


"Will you hurt me?"


"Will you make me cry?"


"Look at other women?"

"Not one glance."

"Will you break my heart?"

"You have my word, Nat. I will not hurt you ever."

"That's good enough for me." and she planted her lips on his. Passersby smiled at them. He wrapped his arms around her and held her in place.

"I think this should be our special place?" she said.

"Central Park?"

"No, in each others arms." she replied. He kissed the top of her head.

"I'm fine with that."