For Director Fury, everything was important. Everything was a problem and everything needed to be attended to at the very moment. Instead the blonde would much rather stand in the middle of her little apartment room holding onto someone she never though she could find. Someone she’d have a connection with and someone who meant so much to her. It was hard to believe this was happening and if she could, she would convince Steve to understand that this situation isn’t something they needed to rush to. They could spend more time together in her room but… that wasn’t Steve.

The words ‘it’s important’, especially from an authority figure like the Director, it seemed to trigger Steve’s want to leave. “That you do.” She said with a cheeky grin as she followed his pull of her chin and looked up at the handsome man over her. His talking made her smile, and her cheeks flush red with embarrassment. He spoke fast but he was making his point; he really liked her and didn’t want her fall for the tricks of the smooth talking Tony Stark. She didn’t know what to say back aside from blush and look at the space between them before turning her blue gaze back up to him. He made a good point that she would need to leave first. “Okay…” She said softly, an amount of understanding in her voice that they really didn’t have more of a choice to leave. The gentle kiss lingered on her lips as she pushed open the door and stepped out into the hallway. Her attention moved back to the man standing in her room. The man who she had dreamed about ever since she was a child, the man she had idolized for so long, the man she had always wanted to try and find. And there he stood, the only man she had ever wanted, the man that now owned her heart. She gave him a small shy smile, her lips still feeling the tingle of the kiss as she shut the door behind her and left.

Sharon timed her arrival so that Steve was walking in only moments before her, making it seem like she was leading the way how to the meeting. It was rather intimidating for Sharon Carter to walk into a room with the well-known Avengers but she wasn’t as nervous about being around them as she was the look exchange between Natasha and herself. The woman’s conversation was mainly using facial expressions and due to their ability to read emotions (granted, Natasha’s was always a better reader) the conversation went as followed.
A wide eyed look from Natasha, ‘YOU!’.
Eyebrow raised from Sharon, ‘What?’.
Natasha squinted at her, ‘We need to talk’.
Sharon rolled her eyes, ‘We are not talking about that here and now’.
Another wide eyed look was shot from Natasha, ‘We need to talk about it’.
This time, Sharon shot her a wide eyed look, ‘I’m not talking about it’.
Natasha tapped her foot slightly on the ground, ‘We will talk about it’.
Again Sharon shot her another look of ‘NO’ only to be met by a more forceful foot plant which cased Sharon’s head to drop, they were going to have to talk about it and she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to talk about something that has to do with her love life when she’s quite content where she is. 

The conversation with Director Fury was short lived but Natasha looked rather excited as she shot a look at Sharon that said ‘oh yes, we’re going to talk about it’. “Well I like long walks on the beach, dancing in the moonlight and skiing.” Tony spoke up first as he lounged back on the couch shooting Sharon a smile who didn’t seem to be paying attention. The girls seemed to have more of a conversation going with facial expressions that he wasn’t able to interrupt. 

“Stark, seriously.” Clint said with distress in his voice, not wanting to deal with Tony’s sarcasm or want to impress people.

“Sharon Carter.” Thor said, speaking up and pulling the blonde’s attention to him. “Can you fight?” A straight forward question from a very straight forward man.

“Yes I can.” Sharon responded in a sure enough manner that made Thor nod in belief. The blonde man’s attention turned to Steve with something that could resemble a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Taking all bets.” Clint said loudly leaning back in the chair and putting his hands out. “The challenger Thor seeks another rematch with the continuous champion of arm wrestling Steve Rogers. Taking all bets! Shall we care off the table?” A chuckle in the corner of the room echoed as Bruce seemed to find the commentary of Clint amusing and while Sharon enjoyed the playfulness of the action, she couldn’t help but feel the burning sensation in the back of her head as her friend stared her down, oh they were going to have to talk about it and judging by the pulling on her arm over to the corner; they were talking now.

“Listen, this is the perfect time. You need to get out and meet someone.”

“Natasha I appreciate your concern but it’s not needed…”

“Oh no,”

“What?”

“It’s not that counter boy from the bakery shop is it? That weird guy with the tattoos and the Mohawk?!” Natasha’s voice was almost in a panic as she crossed her thin arms under her chest.

To that, Sharon actually laughed aloud before slapping her hand over her mouth, accidently drawing attention to the whispering girls in in the corner of the room. “No.” She whispered back to the arm crossed redhead, “It’s not him.”

“So there’s obviously a ‘him’ now, but he isn’t as good as the ‘him’ I have in mind for you, will you just hear…”

“Listen Natasha, if there is a ‘him’ or not, why does it matter?”

Natasha tapped her foot as a sign of disagreement. Neither one of the girls realizing that they were actually talking about the same person who just so happened to be in the room with them; “Sharon, I’ve asked you to trust me on more than one occasion and I’ve never lead you astray, what makes you think I’d start now?” 

“It’s not you,” Sharon said reassuringly, “I’m just not looking for anything at the moment. I’m happy where I’m at and that’s that.”

“I can help make you happier, give me a chance please.”

“If I say I’ll think about it, will you let me watch the arm wrestling match?” 

“Yes.”

“Fine, I’ll think about it.” With that Natasha allowed her to return to the boys, knowing full well the next person she had to talk to would finish up the arm wrestling match shortly, especially if she gave him a look of urgency.