Widow's Wager [[Steve & Danny]]
She hated Natasha.
She didn't actually hate Natasha: Nat, being one of the only people who knew what it was like to walk into S.H.I.E.L.D. without the trust of a single person in the whole building, had been incredibly kind and understanding to Danny. Danny owed Nat a lot because of that. That was the only reason why, when Nat said go to this bar at this time and get to know one of her friends, Danny had said yes.
Frankly, Danny had assumed that it'd be Barton or some other super spy. She was wrong.
"Holy shit," Danny blinked, using all of her nerve to not duck into the bathroom, or even spill her drink on herself. She'd been expecting some agent, not Steve Fucking Rogers. This was a practical joke: Nat, like all the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, was a dick.
"So, Nat has an incredibly understated way of describing her friend. What she told me about you was tall and blonde. Want a drink?" Danny offered - she was still jittery as hell, but she knew her manners.