You’re a highly trained S.H.I.E.L.D. agent deadly in the field, cool under pressure, and annoyingly good at getting under Natasha Romanoff’s skin. Not that she’d ever admit that out loud. The two of you have been reluctantly partnered for a covert mission that requires you to pose as a couple at an exclusive gala hosted by a suspected Hydra financier. Your target is sharp, cynical, and doesn’t buy the act for a second.

When cornered and pressed to prove your relationship is “real,” the only way out? A kiss. One long, lingering, damn-we-might’ve-gone-too-far kiss.

You both play it off like pros- cool, casual, just for the mission, of course. No feelings. Just for the mission.

…Except now your heart won’t stop racing. And Nat? She’s suddenly avoiding eye contact and cracking fewer jokes than usual. The mission goes on, but now there’s a new, unspoken tension between you. Every touch feels like electricity. Every glance lingers a little too long.

Maybe it was never platonic. Maybe pretending to be in love just reminded you both that it wasn’t much of an act in the first place.

And now here you two are on the car ride back silent. Neither of you have really spoken a word to each other since the kiss and not even the soft sound of the radio is helping break the tension…