Steve opened his locker, as he looked at Natasha, pulling his white shirt off over his head, his dog tags hanging from around his neck, as he glanced at Natasha, casually changing his shirts. “Yeah, sure. What’s on your mind, Natasha?”
Hesitating, she bit her lip. Finding it annoying that she was actually feeling nervous about what she was about to ask him. “How do you feel about going on a blind date tonight? I know this…girl that’s pretty into you.”
He chuckled a bit, as they started with this again, as he slipped his pants off, changing over to a pair of slacks. “Blind date, Nat? You just don’t give up do you.” He bites his lip, thinking about Peggy in her bed, and chews on it. “I should have just told you this earlier, but I’m just not really looking for a date, right now. Me and Sam are going to focus on Bucky.”
He closes the locker, putting the lock back on it, as if that was really the end of the conversation. “I’m going to help him. Nothing else really matters.”
"No, I don’t," she agreed, pushing aside her disappointment and the sting of rejection. After all, she shouldn’t be feeling that. He hadn’t even known that she was planning on showing up herself instead of sending someone else. "You should know that about me by now," she continued, forcing herself to remain light.
"Well, good luck with that. I’ll see you around." She pushed off of her locker and headed for the door. Not bothering to change from her suit.
“I’m sorry, Nat.” He sat down on the bench in the locker room, thinking about his two remaining ties to his past, Bucky and Peggy.
“I’m just not over Peggy. I know it’s been seventy years, but for me, it was like just a month ago. And she’s not getting any better, and I have to watch all of that. The woman I love getting sicker.”
His blue eyes look up to meet hers, a pained expression in them.
“Anything else sounds like betrayal.”