Natasha Romanoff has been undercover as many people. Ranging from an assistant at Stark Industries to a professional ballerina. But being a nanny was not one of them. Hell she hasn't worked with kids before. Not really. Checking on them was different from actually taking care of them. She's seen them interact at places such as the park and fast food restaurants. She was going to work under the name Natalie Rushman. The same one she had while working with Stark. She wore casual yet appropriate clothes. Fury had sent her undercover as a nanny because the father of the boy she was looking after was selling weapons to the black market or in worst cases Hydra.

"Hi I'm Natalie Rushman and I'm here to look after Grayer." She said putting up her mask.

"Ah yes I'm Mrs. X I'll be gone for a while and you'll have to pick up. Grayer from preschool at 2:15." She explained. "And if you forget I left you a note. Also. Your room is right next to the washing machine. You won't be able to miss it." She left Natasha. Who was surprised that a woman like Mrs. X could be so...demanding?

Natasha had arrived at around 2:40 to the school. She checked the school hours ahead of time and just needed to wait for 5 minutes. There were many other nannies waiting in the entrance. Strollers in hand and ready to take care of the little rascals.

"Grayer?" Natasha called out and felt a small pain in her shin. Looking down she found a small blond boy.

"You're not Berdie..."

"No I'm not, sorry. But I'm Natalie and I'll be taking care of you."

"I hate you!" He yelled and ran off. Natasha caught up to him in mere seconds. They both made it back in one piece. Grayer was face down in the elevator and Natasha tried her best to get him off.

"Come on kiddo last one in's a rotten egg."

"You're just gonna let me win are you?"

"No I'm a pretty fast runner myse.." She couldn't even finish her sentence as her pants were pulled down, enough to show off pink panties.

"I'm taking my clothes off." He yelled as the door to the apartment was locked. Leaving Natasha outside.

"Grayer open up!" Natasha yelled.

"Touch my fingers." His little fingers peeking out from the bottom of the door. She bent down and grabbed the little appendages. "Grayer open up." The elevator dinged and out came the one person that Natasha had least expected to see.

"Natasha?" The brown haired blue eyed super soldier asked.

"Steve!?" She just realized she was bent down revealing her panties to the slightly snickering man. "I thought you lived in Brooklyn...and I why the sudden change to brunet?"

"I do, but I'm staying here for the time being. My apartment building is being fumigated floor by floor. Also the hair is temporarily dyed due to obvious reasons." He explained. "But what are you doing here?" He quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Fury sent me undercover as a nanny. Right now I'm Natalie Rushman." She whispered. He nodded in understanding. "And the kid isn't opening the door."

"Grayer?"

"Yeah how did you know?"

"Well let's just say he said I "looked" a lot like Captain America and the kid nearly wet himself from all the excitement."

"So what's your cover name?" She asked quietly.

"Well, here I'm known as Sean Grant. Middle name comes in handy huh?" He shrugged.

"That's nice. Grant is a very nice name." She smiled. She then remembered that she had a little bundle of joy to take care of. "Grayer….please open the door." she demanded.

"You need any help?"

"Yes!" He smiled and kneeled next to the door.

"Hey Grayer. It's me, your friend from upstairs. And I'd really like for you to open the door. Its not nice to lock people out. I promise you that my friend Natalie is a great person."

"She's your friend?"

"Yes, now would you please open the door?" After a moment the door opened. "Thanks pal." He ruffled the boys hair and the kid smiled. "See you around." He waved and went up to his floor.

"Come on Grayer." She stated while walking inside.

The first week was hard, Natasha not only had to take care of Grayer but she had to buy the groceries and do shopping for Mrs. X. Cooking for the boy proved difficult, because all they had in the fridge were soy foods and meat substitutes. On top of that she had to practice French with Grayer. Seriously, the kid's mother was putting too much pressure on the kid.

"I'm telling you Clint. Things are complicated. I never thought that someone like her could be a mother!" Natasha ranted onto her computer, video chatting with the archer who was currently eating a hero sandwich.

"Than why don't you just quit?"

"Because, I'm doing work. And the kid's father is smuggling weapons to Hydra."

"That's a very fair reason not to." The door opened abruptly.

"Nanny, I was thinking. Maybe incorporating French food would help Grayer grasp the language. Oh and here's the dry cleaning." She stated and left the paper on the small desk. Once Natasha was sure that Mrs. X was gone she looked back at her computer screen.

"See what I'm dealing with?"

"Oh I heard."

"You know what….Steve is living in this building too."

"No way! I thought he had a nice apartment back in Brooklyn?"

"Long story short, each level of the building is being fumigated."

"Oh…" Clint gained a smug ass look on his face. "You're crushing on the Captain." he laughed.

"I'm not. Crushing on him."

"Oh Nat. Denial isn't just a river in Egypt."

"Goodbye Barton." she stated before closing the laptop. She sighed to herself and shook her head. 'Focus Natasha, you have a job to do. You can't let your emotions get in the way.'