Ok. So this is chapter two. So at first I wasn't sure about this but I have decided that I like this and I like where it's going. And I have a pretty clear idea of where I want to go with this. So Im going to continue. Just a reminder. This is not going to line up with the movies. And this will have certain howling commando and agent carter characters but it will not line up exactly. Any way. I hope you like it and please review.

Natasha's point of view.

The man walked me into a building. As we walk in I see many desks lined up as if it was an office. On the back wall in between two windows was a symbol. It was an eagle with the words Strategic Scientific Reserve. A woman in a blue dress, with a red belt, approached us. She had shoulder length brown hair in loose curls.

"Hello Ms. Romanov. My name is Agent Peggy Carter of the SSR." The woman said in a British accent.

She held out her hand. I took it gingerly and shook it. I don't speak much english. So it's probably best I stay quiet.

"We will be giving you a small apartment, and a new identity." Peggy continued.

Again I nod my head.

"Follow me please." She says before walking.

I do as I am told followed by my escort. She leads me into a big room. It looks like a conference room. Peggy turns to me.

"Your new name is Natasha Romanoff. Not only is it a new name but there is little trace to your Russian history. You will be placed in a small Brooklyn apartment complex."

I nod.

"There is a moving truck there unloading your things into your apartment." Peggy continues.

"But I don't have any thing. Just my cloths." I say in a thick Russian accent. Damn it. I had sworn not to talk until I had gotten rid of my accent. I swear in Russian under my breath.

"She speaks!" My escort says in shock.

"That will be enough Mr. Dugan." Peggy says. "Ms. Romanoff. I don't believe you've met Mr. Dugan formally. This is Timothy "Dumb Dumb" Dugan."

I laugh at his name.

"Aww come on Peggy. You got to mention the first name?" Dugan says

"Mr. Dugan here will be your escort until you've gotten used to to Brooklyn." Peggy says. "Now as to your belongings, the SSR and US army have put some money in a bank account under the name Natasha Romanoff. That is what funded your belongings."

I nod.

"Now. Mr. Dugan will take you to your apartment and help you unpack."

"Thank you Agent Carter." I say trying to mask my accent. Although it didn't work. At all.

Peggy nodded before turning and walking off. I turn and follow Dugan out of the building sand we get into the car yet again.

Steve's point of view.

I look out my window. I see about 5 men unloading a moving truck. Thats odd. Must be a last minute thing. I think before turning away. But curiosity gets the better of me. I turn back to the window and see two new people. A man in a military uniform, and a woman in with long red hair.

"Beautiful." I murmur.

Although the dress hid it she was skinny and had a slender agile physique. Her long blood red hair was curly, and went down to about the small of her back. I am awestruck by her beauty. Bucky had introduced me to plenty of beautiful dames. But calling this woman beautiful was an understatement. She was...breathtaking. She was probably the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. My day dreamer thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. I sigh looking down before walking over and opening the door to Bucky.

"Hey Bucky." I say with mixed emotions.

"Hey Steve. New neighbor?" Bucky says sitting on my crapy couch.

"Yeah." I say feeling my self blush.

"It's a girl isn't it!"

"No! What would make you think that?!"

"The way your blushing. Now. I bet if I looked out your window I'd see her." Bucky said getting up and walking to the window.

"No!" I say rushing after him.

He got there before me.

"Wow Steve! That's one beautiful dame. You should go talk to her."

I thought about that. I could make this work. And even if it doesn't I'll go talk to her.

"I'll make you a deal. You get me into the super soldier program and I'll go talk to her." I say.

Bucky sighs. "Steve I didn't think that's a good idea. Look. Your 95 pounds, 5'4, got awful eye sight, asthma, scoliosis, fallen arches, heart arrhythmia, partial deafness, stomach ulcers, you can barely lift 30 pounds, and it takes you 21.48 seconds to run the 100 yard dash. You really think that they will let you do it?" Bucky says.

"That's the point Buck. I'm weak and sickly. Let them try it on some one who has health problems already."

"Steve I'm sorry. I can't do that." He gets up to leave. "But Steve. Go talk to her." And with that Bucky left me alone.

Natasha's point of view.

I had seen him staring at me. He looked like a boy, but I knew better. He was a man. Messy blond hair, a thin sickly face, and about 5'4 from what I could tell. I knew he wasn't as healthy as he should be, but he was still handsome. Extremely handsome. I had been taught never to get close to a man unless it was to get information. But for some reason a part of me wanted to talk to him. To get close to him. And not for information. I don't know what this feeling is. Is it love? No. It can't be. I was taught never to love. And I've never felt love before. This is not love. It is not.