Author's Note: I was watching Captain America: Winter Soldier and saw the scenes where Natasha kept trying to fix Cap up. I remembered the whole Sharon/Steve thing from Civil War and, while not hating it, thought this was more fun. It takes places just after Age of Ulton since Shield is still mentioned as well as Steve and Nat having a scene in the new Avengers HQ.

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"I've found the perfect girl you," Natasha said as she and Steve Rogers made their way back from a training exercise.

"This again?"

"You need a life outside this place."

Steve groaned softly so as not to show his annoyance. "I have a life."

"Really?" Natasha asked skeptically. "Tell me, what did you do last Saturday night?"

Steve looked at her and she smirked when he didn't answer. He hated that he didn't have an answer, not because it in any way proved her correct, but because she'd use it spend even more time trying to fix him up. "My point exactly. You probably sat in your apartment reading, or listening to music."

"Like a lot of people tend to do."

"But you were doing it alone. Steve," she said, putting her hand on his shoulder to stop them. A few of the newer Shield recruits had caught up, and slowly made their way past them. Both Avengers could hear them huffing and puffing from the exertion of their workout. Once the group had passed, Natasha waited only long enough for them to get out of earshot before continuing. "Steve, having a night to yourself is fine; but you've turned it into a ritual – and a daily one at that. And I get that the world has changed since you were last in it, but that's no reason to shut yourself off from it. In fact, it's the perfect reason to get out, see what its become."

"And a girl is going to help me with that?"

Natasha smiled that flirty smirk she was known for. He'd seen it many times when she was interrogating someone, or trying to get herself out of a situation. While he wasn't the type to think about a relationship with her, he definitely had to admit that that smile put some very bad thoughts into his head. And probably the head of every man she used it on, he thought.

"Well it can't hurt. Hell, maybe she might even get you to open up a little bit, and stop hiding from the big bad world."

Steve thought about her words, and found the truth in them. The problem was, he just didn't feel ready. He wasn't comfortable with this world, with this time…with himself yet. and if he couldn't even say he was comfortable in his own skin, how could he get comfortable and let his guard down with anyone, much less a girlfriend like Natasha wanted him to.

"For now, I like easing into the big bad world," he told her, one of his unintentional boy next door smile that made any woman who saw it; Natasha herself included, immediately swoon. "But I appreciate the concern."

With that said, Steve started to walk away, heading toward the showers. Just as he was about to exit the hallway, he heard Natasha try one last piece of incentive.

"Would it help if I added that she's built like a 40s pin-up girl?" Natasha watched as Steve stopped dead in his tracks. He only turned his head back, but didn't say anything. After a second or two, he continued out of sight. "So now I have your attention," she said to herself smiling.

Jane Foster was in her lab in Stark Tower. She was busy mulling over her latest calculations on her wormhole research. Her focus was squarely on the holoscreen in front of her. She was moving equations and charts around on the board, trying to make sense of the data, oblivious to anything else.

"You forgot to eat again, didn't you Jane?" came a calm female voice from behind her.

Jane screamed in shock and turned to see who had entered. She calmed only slightly at the sight Natasha Romanoff sitting in her desk chair. She hoped that Natasha wasn't there on official business since she was in civilian clothes, but from what she'd heard from rumors, and from what Thor had told her about the famous Black Widow, she realized that civilian clothes didn't mean anything.

"Are you alright?" Jane tried to mutter a response but just nodded her head. Natasha smiled and motioned for Jane to take a seat on the other chair. "You don't have to be so skittish, we have met before. We've even been cordial," she said once Jane was seated.

"I know, but we don't hang out that often," she managed to finally blurt out. "Mostly when you and the other Avengers are together…And I'm usually with Thor, and you were always with Bruce…and I am really sorry about that, I wanted to call you and see if you needed anything, but Thor said it wouldn't –"

Natasha stopped Jane with a raised finger. "It's okay. I'm okay, but thank you though. What I'm really here about is your assistant."

"Darcy? Oh my God what did she do? She didn't Taser anybody did she? Please tell me she didn't try to tase you?"

Natasha laughed. So Thor was right, she does ramble when nervous, Natasha thought. "No, Darcy's fine. In fact, I'm just here to ask a question about her: is she single?"

"Huh?" Jane muttered.

"We should do this over a late lunch, since like I asked when I came in; you forgot to eat didn't you?" Natasha asked as she grabbed the cup of ramen that was sitting on Jane's desk, the broth totally absorbed by the noodles, indicating just how long they'd been left to sit.

Forty-five minutes later the two women were at a small café in SoHo. Natasha had filled Jane in on her concerns for Steve, and how she had been constantly trying to help him. "I never pictured you for a matchmaker," Jane said as she took a sip of her iced tea.

"I like to multitask. And back when Shield was still intact, I had a larger pool of women to choose from. But now…I'm working with what I've got. And despite the smaller selection, imagine my surprise when the perfect candidate just walked into Avengers HQ."

Jane took another drink of her tea when she heard that. She could only imagine the impression that Darcy had made when she went to drop off some files for Jane. Dear God, the superhero fan girl-ing alone, she thought. Suddenly she wished that she'd ordered something stronger than just iced tea.

"Darcy? The perfect candidate?" Jane asked in complete disbelief.

"She's pretty, I'm assuming smart since you haven't gotten rid of her."

"That had – has – more to do with a lack of applicants," Jane cut in. She silenced herself when Natasha raised an eyebrow at her.

"She's also assertive."

"Some might call her blunt and that she says things without thinking."

"Not always a bad thing," Natasha said. "As far as I'm concerned, she's just the girl to bring Cap into this century."

"She'd drag him…kicking and screaming," Jane argued.

"She looks like the kind of girl that could make that fun," Natasha reasoned. "So, I'll ask the question you avoided an hour ago: is she single?"

I'm gonna regret this, Jane thought.

"Yes, she's single."

Natasha smiled.

Author's Note: Let me know what you think. I wrote this as a oneshot, but if there's enough demand for it, I could figure out another chapter or two that might be fun to read.