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Steve simply stared in surprise and sat back in a chair, shaking his head.

"How?" he asked.

"SHIELD is being run by HYDRA. Zola helped them take it over so now they're basically running the place. We have intel that they plan to use the new helicarriers to kill millions of people that could be a threat in the future."

"I didn't order and helicarriers to be built," Steve said, trying to figure out everything.

"Pierce ordered them. He's in charge of HYDRA. So basically, I have to dismantle those ships by sunset tomorrow or a lot of people will die."

"We," Steve corrected.

"Huh?" Natasha questioned.

"You said that you have to dismantle them, which is incorrect. It's up to both of us now."

"Steve, this is my mission. I have to complete it."

"Well, did your mission specify that no one else can help you along?" Steve asked and smiled.

Natasha glared at him before smirking. "Alright. But if you get killed, it's on you."

"Seems fair enough. Now, how to we take them down?"

Natasha pulled out three tiny computer chips. "We switch these with the ones in the helicarrier. That programs them to shoot down each other instead of the civilians," Natasha said. "I got them from a loyal SHIELD agent. Sadly, he's dead now."

"Sorry to hear that. How to we get up there?" Steve asked.

"We could hijack a plane or get Stark to give us a lift."

"Stark?" Steve asked.

"Yeah. Tony Stark, Iron Man," She responded.

Steve knew Tony was a part of SHIELD, but had never worked with him before. Typically, he went on missions alone. "I've heard he's a hard man to get along with."

"You could say that," Natasha smiled.

"Let's not involve anyone we don't have to. We don't need any more casualties."

"Steve, your patriotism is showing," Steve smirked at this comment. "So we'll each hijack a plane and go to the respective helicarriers and shut them down. But that leaves one out. We need all three hooked up," Natasha said, thoughtful lines crossing her face.

"I can get two of them. If they're close enough I could try jumping."

Natasha bit back a laugh. Steve looked at her like she was crazy. "Oh, you're serious," she said embarrassed. Steve nodded and leaned back in the chair.

"I'm usually always serious," Steve replied and grinned.

The rest of the day was easy, Natasha resting her quickly healing shoulder, both of them talking about strategy. Steve made lunch and dinner and Natasha was jealous of his cooking abilities.

When night came, both of them were sleepy and trying to mentally prepare for the day ahead.

"Can you walk?" Steve asked. In order to show that she could, Natasha stood up and placed a hand on her hip, being sassy.

"I didn't injure my legs, Rogers," she smirked.

"Good, because you get the bed," Steve replied and crawled onto the couch before she could sit down.

"Bu-"

"No buts. I need you at full strength tomorrow and you won't get that from sleeping on a couch."

"Freaking-"

"I will not sleep until you take the bed. Down the hall to the left," Steve motioned with his hand.

Something burned in Natasha's eyes before quickly fading away. "I can take care of myself Steve."

"Let me do that for one more day. Tomorrow you can get all shot up and come back here to sleep on the couch, deal?" His face was straight, but his eyes were smiling.

"Why are you so nice to me? You don't even know me. You don't know the things I've done," she said quietly.

"And I need to know a person's history to decide whether or not to be friends with them?" Steve asked.

"Trust me. If you knew my history, you may want to stay away," she replied and walked down the hall.

Steve was seriously annoyed of the wall she had built around herself. Sure, he wanted to be friends, but that was extremely hard considering that everything friendly he tried to do was shoved back in his face.

But he didn't give up when HYDRA was hurting people. He wouldn't give up now. And he certainly wouldn't stop trying to understand the red haired assassin from his memories years ago.

As he got comfortable on the couch, Steve could still smell Peggy on the cushions. A light, sweet smell that would always comfort him. He let it lull him to sleep.

Hope you guys liked it :) Again, sorry that it was boring. I needed a chapter just for plans and such. Plans will go into affect next chapter.

Also, as I said before, check out wolfehr's story, Our Situation, which was updated today.

Thanks for reading and an update should be here Friday hopefully, if not then Saturday for sure.