A/N: I got this idea from a Romanogers edit I saw on Twitter and this came out. Hope you guys like it! If you do then go read my fic Black Roses!

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The tension was obvious. It was obvious to anyone who had known Steve and Tony as long as she had. Alpha male against Alpha male. Now it was under completely different circumstances, both men were on opposing side of a topic that could split the whole team up. That could put both of them against each other to the death.

It was even more obvious who was siding with who. Despite the report that she had done on Tony all those years ago, she sided with him. He /was/ narcissistic, self-absorbed and he didn't play well with others. But it was the /only/ way. The only way to save the people she loved. Clint didn't know about her plan. No one did. Which is why rumors started spreading around the team and agents. That Natasha Romanoff was siding with none other than Tony Stark. But it could be neither denied nor confirmed. No one would know which side she was on until it was time to pick. She knew deep down in her bones that the day would come. Sooner rather than later.

Having finished training Wanda and Sam, the red head walked out of the training room and down the corridor of the facility, Steve hot on her heels. He hadn't said a word to her the whole two hours they had been training them, simply meeting her gaze with his before looking away. But she knew that look, he was trying to figure her out, figure out whose side she was on, figure out what her motive was. Before she could come up with some smartass thing to say, she felt his tight grip on her bicep as he yanked her around the corner, and pushed her against the wall.

"What the hell is your problem?" her green eyes glaring at his as her back his the wall.

"I could ask you the same thing. Why on earth would you chose Stark?" His voice was low and laced with anger, or was that frustration? Maybe a bit of betrayal.

"This is the only way I can pay my debt to you. Remember when I asked you if you trusted me to save your life? Well this is it." Her voice was calm as she spoke, her gaze not wavering from his.

He sighed softly at her words, letting both of her arms go. His shoulders slumping as the tension washed out of them.

"I can't let you get hurt, Natasha." Both his eyes and his voice had softened, oh those blue eyes that had the potential to burn into her soul.

"And I can't let you die, Rogers."

There. She said it. She was afraid of losing him, she couldn't lose him. Not when she struggled to hard to keep her feelings at bay. She couldn't lose her rock. The one person who didn't care about her bloody past, the one person who saw the good in her.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"I'm a spy. It's what I do."

His gaze wavered down to her lips for a second, lingering a bit longer than normal. No. She couldn't, not now at least.

Pushing past him she turned to him one last time. "I'll explain everything once this is over."

Their eyes seemed to send all the things that neither was willing to say. All the emotions they were not willing to say.

"Be careful, Romanoff."

The corner of her lips tugged up into a slight smirk before she turned and walked down the hall towards the elevator. She had to do this. Had to take Stark's side to keep Clint and Steve alive. In a way it was atonement. An atonement for her bloody past. For once, since she came out of the Red Room, she was willing to die for something -for someone- she believed in.