So, in fandom, it's generally agreed upon that the reactor uses vibranium, right? And it tastes like coconut. Do you think if you licked the shield it would taste like coconut? Like, when Steve was still in the army he used the shield as a cooking bowl and inexplicably, everything kinda tasted like coconut. They both kinda smell like coconut, Steve from constantly handling he shield and everything thinks they're sharing cologne. What the hell even is vibranium. Wth. (Tree)
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No but I bet Natasha would be so confused at first. Because I mean, she’s the only one on the team who had met both of them before they’d all assembled to kick ass, so of course she’s sort of filed away their particular smells. Obviously, Tony first- it had been a mix of coffee and metal when she’d first met him, and then when she found him again at the expo, she had curiously smelt something new on him.
Of course, she’d discarded it. New aftershave, shampoo, cologne, whatever- it didn’t matter. Smells weren’t particularly important in the world of espionage anyway.
Until she met Steve Rogers, that was.
Stepping off the plane, hair neat as anything, clothes old-fashioned and looking a little puzzled at his surroundings, he had stepped forward to shake Natasha’s hand and-
It was almost funny, how wide her eyes went. Because that wasn’t just the generic smell that came with SHIELD shampoo- it was pretty potent, tangy, and authentic.
It was also exactly the same smell she’d noticed on Tony Stark.
Which was impossible. Had to be. They’d been monitoring Steve, watching his interactions and movements in the real world to see how he had been coping, they would have noticed if Tony Goddamn Stark had-
Except they wouldn’t. Not really. That guy owned 80% of all their surveillance- if he wanted to sneak around under SHIELD’s nose, then he would damn well sneak around under SHEILD’s nose.
She had to hand it to him, Stark moved in fast. And the forties boy, too? That was impressive work, if they were already at the stage where they shared goddamn cologne, it had to have been a love-at-first-sight sort of thing-
“Miss Romanov?” Rogers asked her, a little confused, looking at the hand Natasha was still clutching as she stared at him unashamedly.
“…Boy. I gotta ask Stark how he fucking does that,” she muttered, letting go of his hand and then gesturing for him to follow.
(Of course, when they actually did meet, she was, admittedly, incredibly confused. It was only months later when she realised the correlation, as Tony was refitting himself with a new core and muttering about how it felt like chewing directly on a coconut skin. She had full-on leapt into the air, pointing accusingly at his reactor and yelling about how she’d thought Steve and Tony had been hate-fucking for months because of that damned smell.
Neither of them ever let her live it down. That had been the one time they’d ever managed to successfully trick her, if unknowingly, and they didn’t intend to let her forget it.)