Russia, 2017

Natasha Romanoff aka Victoria Volkova was getting on a plane back to the US after completing a...personal mission. It's been a year since she was in contact with the team. She didn't even know if she could call it that anymore. For all she knew, the team was tearing at each other's throats right now. But that was highly unlikely.

"Скучать? Ты в порядке?" ["Miss? Are you okay?"] Natasha was startled out of deep thought.

"Да, я в порядке. Спасибо. ["I am fine. Thank you."] Security raised an eyebrow but let her through. When she took her seat on the plane the only thing she could think about was James. She missed him, but in her head, she did the right thing. Then she started to doubt herself, wondering if she should return to Wakanda. The plane she was on was going to pass right over Wakanda and she had enough time to change her ticket. Not that it was allowed but she could manage it.

Natasha snapped out of it before putting headphones in and listening to some music. Again, her mind started to wander. They'd allow me to come back, right? It's not like I did anything wrong other than doubt that a belonged. Like always logic got the best of her. For all they know, I told someone the location of Wakanda. They wouldn't risk it.

The Black Widow settled in her seat and pulled off her black wig to let her fiery hair down. Now that she had taken care of things she could return to the US and start a new life. She thought about Steve, Clint, and...James. She let love get the best of her and she bought a new ticket online. She gathered her things and exited the plane, and boarded the new plane that would get her as close to Wakanda as possible. She was surprised that this plane was even available. It's not every day someone goes to Africa.

"Jomo Kenyatta International Airport," she said to no one. "This is going to be a mistake."

Wakanda, 2017

"Still no sign of Natasha...still." The mere sound of her name made James's gut tighten. "You'd think after a year she'd make one slip up that'd lead us to her."

"Yeah, well, she is the Black Widow. Don't beat yourself up over it Steve," James said, putting his bowl in the sink.

"It's hard not to. I don't know what I did to make her leave."

"Nothing Steve. It's not your fault, she left on her own." No, she left because of me. "Anyway what are you doing later?"

"Probably going to hang out with Wanda." A slight smirk appeared on Bucky's face.

"You two have been spending a lot of time together. Something going on that I don't know about?" Steve blushed.

"No, we're just...uh..friends."

"Whatever you say, pal." James knew something was going on between the two. Steve's room was right next to Bucky's and the walls weren't very thick. Bucky was happy for Steve, he just wished he could have that...with Natasha. James pushed the thought aside and went into the living room where Sam and Clint were watching Tv.

Clint directed his attention to James and raised an eyebrow as James took a seat. He rarely joined them to watch Tv but Clint could she something was bugging him. "You ok?"

James was surprised by the question. Did it really show that much, to the point where he had to ask? "I'm...uh...fine."

"You sure? Because it looks like something is beating you up."

"Steve is..uh..worried about Widow. Seems to think it's his fault," He lied.

"Yeah, I'm worried about her too. She normally doesn't up and leave like that without telling me. And it's never for a full year."

The rest of the day went by pretty fast. He trained, he ate, and he went back to his room only to stay up for an hour thinking about how he could've made Natasha stay. It was his fault and he knew it. If he didn't hint at the fact he remembered, she would've stayed.

Wakanda, 2017

Natasha had somehow remembered where exactly she'd be let in. She had walked up and everyone instantly got into fighting position. Natasha smirked as she took her sunglasses and wig off.

"Long time no see, W'Kabi."

"Natasha. Welcome. Shall we bring you to King T'Challa?" W'Kabi asked with a thick accent.

"That would be great thank you." Three of the men walked with her to T'Challa's throne where he was sitting.

"King T'Challa, you have a visitor," W'Kabi said stepping to the side to reveal Natasha.

"Natasha! Welcome back! I'm guessing you will be staying with us once again?" T'Challa asked with a grin on his face.

Natasha smiled back,"Yes, of course. I've made up my mind, you won't have to worry about me running off again."

"Thats good to here. Shall we alert the Captain of your return?"

"Thanks, but I kinda want to surprise him."

"Of course. Well, you should be going along then, he should begin training soon."

"Right. Thank you T'Challa," She said turning away, heading to her room. She wasn't planning to surprise Steve, she was planning to surprise James but surprising Steve would be a bonus. She didn't know how she'dtell him about her feelings but she was sure it'd work out.

She entered the building where she had once stayed in and went straight to the kitchen. There he was, eating lunch with the rest of the crew when she entered. Everyone looked at her with wide eyes and she could only smirk. "So what are we having?"

"Natasha? What are you doing here?" Steve said standing up from his seat.

"Just stealing some food, then I'll be off again," she joked.

"Oh.."

"You're so naive. I plan to stay, Captain."

"Great!" Steve said pulling her into a hug. Natasha hugged him back for a quick second before pushing him away, careful not to show too much emotion. "Good to have to back."

"It's good to be back," she said taking a seat.

"Natasha..." Clint mumbled.

"Barton..." Natasha smirked as she pulled some of his food onto her plate.

"Hey!"

"I'm hungry! I haven't eaten all day!"

"Lies, you had food."

"Actually, I didn't I was too broke to eat the good plane food."

"How did that happen?" Clint said stuffing some pasta into his mouth.

"It costs more money to change your flight last minute than you think," She explained taking a sip of water.

"What?"

"Please don't tell me you really think I was planning on coming back, to begin with."

"Actually, I did."

Once everyone finished they cleared out of the kitchen. Everyone except James.

"Widow." He said to get her attention. She turned back and tilted her head slightly.

"James." The sound of his first name coming out of her mouth threw him off.

"'James'?" He questioned.

"I thought we were at first names," Natasha said quoting what he had said before she left. She could tell he was confused so she slowly walked over to him and lightly kissed him. "Are we not?"

"I..uh..you said we..weren't," he stuttered, making her smirk.

"At the time...I wasn't ready." Not knowing what to say, James pulled her into another kiss.

"And I'm guessing now you are?" He asked, stealing the smirk from her and turning it into his own.

"I guess so, just...one question."

"Anything."

"Do you...do you remember it all? Our time together, when I was young?"

"Yeah, I remember everything, Natalia… And you were the one good thing in all of it." James pulled Natasha into another kiss. He could kiss her all day. Even if that was all he was allowed to do, kiss her. When the kiss ended Natasha began to walk away.

"Night, James."

"Night, Natalia..."

A/N: I decided to start a sequel, hope you enjoy.