Natasha kept on having flash backs. Tiny snippets. It was all on wherever it was they used to be, the ship-plane thing.

She didn't tell anyone. She was afraid they would contradict her, tell her she was just day dreaming. She knew it was real.

And so the days turned into months. Summer into fall.

One night Steve had lit a fire in the tiny fireplace in their apartment.

"You really are beautiful." he whispered, a gentle finger stroking her cheek.

"I love you." She whispered, a lump in her throat.

"I love you too." He whispered back.

They kissed. Her legs wrapped around him.

"Take me. Now." Came the lusty whisper in his ear.

He was all to happy to obey.

The next morning Natasha woke up first. She threw on one of Steve's shirts and went into the kitchen.

The pancakes were just cooking when he came out.

"Special occasion?"

"Not really." Natasha said chirpily.

He grinned and grabbed her waist.

She giggled and turned to kiss him. After a while they smelt burning. She immediately turned back to the burnt pancakes.

"Why don't we eat out?" He suggested.

She pouted. "Eating out requires clothes..."

She trailed a finger up his bare chest.

He smiled. His hands roamed up her slender thighs.

She kissed him, nibbling seductively on his lower lip. Her thighs wound tightly around his waist. He lifted her onto the counter and quickly unbuttoned her shirt.

"Wow." Natasha said, struggling to catch her breath. She leant her head against a cupboard.

"Wow seems like the right word alright." While he wasn't actually out of breath, he still seemed... exhilerated.

Then she remembered something. She was sitting at a table. Steve was there, and... Demetri?

Then Alexei threw something on the table. They were bloodied cards.

Natasha didn't pay attention to the words being spoken. She at the cards, and the men around her.

Then somebody called Demetri... Tony? And they referred to Alexei as Fury.

She snapped out of it. "I want to meet Tony." It was the first thing that randomly came out of her mouth.

"What? Why?"

"You guys are friends right? So why can't I meet him?" Natasha said.

"It's more complicated than that..."

"What? Are you embarassed by me? Do you just never want me to meet your friends?" she said, close to tears.

"No..."

She angrily stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door.

He heard the lock click and sighed. He walked over and knocked on the door.

"Natasha?"

"Go away!" Came the shrill reply. He heard crying.

"Please just open the door!"

"No!"

"Please. I'll take you to see Tony."

A moment later the door opened, revealing a perky, dry eyed Natasha.

"Really?" She said excitedly.

Steve sighed and nodded.

They got dressed quickly and walked out.

They caught a cab to Stark Towers. Natasha remembered flashes. She had been there before... It wasn't for a good reason...

The guards didn't try stop them as they entered the private elevator.

"Pepper! You're finally back from San Diego. You know, I really don't understand why you had to go to Comic Con because of the comic book about me..." Tony said, not looking around.

"It's me." Steve said.

She remembered more as Stark turned. He definitely wasn't Demetri...

"Tony... You're Iron Man..." Natasha said in perfect English, much to the surprise of both men.

"Yes."

"I have to go..." I whisper, before turning and running. I run out of Stark Towers. Memories fill my mind. I can't focus. There's too much crowding my mind. I keep on running, desperate to get away. I slow after a while. I'm near Central Park. I walk towards the trees. I need silence, somewhere I can just think.

I sink to the ground. The dry autumn leaves crunch beneath me. I feel as though there was a wall blocking parts of my memory, but now it has been destroyed, with nothing to stop the flood of memories.

I slowly manage to make some sense of it. Figure out what it is, what it mean