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"Oh my god! You think he's hot!"
Steve will accept whoever Natasha decides she wants to be, but he prays to God it isn't this. Natasha's core Natasha-ness combined with shrill girly excitement would give the most seasoned solider nightmares. (On second thought, this seems appropriate.)
"Don't be coy, Stevie. You've been flirting with him this whole time, which, by the way, is pathetic. You should have said sooner, I'll expand my search parameters to include this new data."
Steve lets his gaze trail back to Sam, shirt clinging to his chest as he runs. "Nah, I think I'm good."