Secret Santa

                                    

                                          
"Still not giving it away?" 
Bucky's voice pulled Steve out of his thoughts, his gaze was torn away from the redhead leaning on the bar, the all too familiar smirk plastered over her face.
                          
"Who the hell is this Mason guy??"
He growled, not missing how Sam's facade gasp as Bucky mumbled a "language" with a shit eating sneer. All Steve did was to frown at them, making it glass clear that he was in no mood for jokes.
                          
"Apparently, he helped her lots during the whole Ross situation" Sam explained, now a little worried. It wasn't often to see Steve daring daggers at some SHIELD agent, the look he was sending this Mason guy was the one he'd offer Hydra agents. 
"I know that, Sam." He rolled his eyes "how did she get him into SHIELD??"
"She's his favorite" Sam stated matter-of-factly, nodding in Fury's direction.
                          
"Come on punk, quit playing games! Who'd you get for secret Santa?" 
Steve's head snapped to his best friend, the look making Bucky raise his hands in surrender.
Steve turned away and started walking to the bar, eyes never leaving the sly smile the spy was offering the guy.
One more reason to hate Stark's annual Christmas parties, random people got to flirt with Natasha.
His Natasha.
                          
"So, if I'm your secret Santa or your mine, you're gonna join me on a date?" 
Steve watched Natasha, not missing how her eyes flickered to him for a micro second before turning to Mason
"A deal is a deal" she purred, making Steve's brows knit and Mason's lips stretch from one ear to the other.
                          
"Uhhm" Steve awkwardly cleared his throat, the two pulling back slightly with Natasha's body still dabbled over the bar, the top buttons undone as always, teasing the men around her and sending bolts of anger through Steve's veins.
                          
"What can I get you, cap?" She husked, paying no attention to Steve's annoyance whatsoever.
                          
"Beer" he growled, sending Mason the message to leave.
He scurried away but not without a wink to the widow.
                          
Steve stood in front of Natasha, brows in a deep frown and arms crossed over his chest as he watched her push the cold beer over the bar, straight forward to his middle.
The bottle came a stop right at the edge, lucky for the duet as they had their eyes locked and both oblivious to how close it was to falling off the edge
Or maybe they just chose to ignore it?
                          
"What do you think you're doing?" Steve huffed
"Having fun?" Natasha shrugged, ignoring his anger
"You were flirting with him" Steve accused to which Natasha rolled her eyes 
"What if I was? I'm not in a relationship, what's the harm in that?"
Steve's eyes snapped open "the hell you're not! Haven't we been dating for months?" He was harsher now "you're doing the exact same thing you did with Banner! Why?? Why are you trying to torture me? We're dating, Nat"
 He tried hard to keep his voice low, not wanting any attention, just like he'd been with their relationship 
                          
"We were dating, Steve. We're not anymore" she sighed, her eyes dropping down to set on the beer in front of the man.
Steve's shoulders visibly slouched as he watched her watch a lone droplet run down the bottle's neck.
"We ended things, remember?" She questioned, pulling her gaze up to meet his
"We said we'd make things right" Steve argued weakly 
                          
"No, you said you would. You said you'd tell others about us. You'd said you'd stop hiding me from all the fangirls who'd throw themselves at you at any given chance, but you didn't. You let them drool all over you, flutter their eyelashes at you or flirt with you as much as they liked" she rushed the words out, forcing down the lump she'd been carrying for weeks "then she had the audacity to kiss you in a damn party and you didn't even pull away!" 
She snapped at him, eyes glossed with tears as she remembered the night
                          
Another Stark party, with lots of blondes and drunks and who'd give a damn if she'd kissed the Steve Rogers!
                          
But if it were the other way around, if Natasha was to get drunk enough to kiss the Steve Rogers, hell would brake loose, calling her on having charmed him with her sexual appeal, stolen the golden boys heart and soon to be sending him to his doom