... which shows beautifully what happens in my mind when I watch "The Bourne Legacy" ...

Mystery Woman

Steve hadn't paid too much attention to the dark-haired woman. It registered with him that she was pretty but that was about it. She hadn't paid any attention to them, either – until she had almost passed them. That was when, suddenly, she stopped and turned.

"Aaron?" she asked.

Steve thought she had been talking to him, until he saw she was looking at Barton. Staring, actually. The way you stared at someone you hadn't thought you'd ever see again.

Barton ignored her and kept walking. Since they had to wait for the lights to turn green to cross the street, though, the woman didn't have a very hard time to catch up with them.

"Aaron Cross!"
She seized Barton's arm.
"I thought you were dead!"

Now, Barton had to react. He did so by turning to her and frowning.

"Who?" he asked.

The look on the woman's face changed from surprise to confusion.

"You're Aaron Cross", she said.

Barton shook his head.
"No, ma'am, sorry. Most definitely not."

"But you look exactly like him! Well, a few years older but –"

"I am not Aaron Cross", Barton cut her off sharply. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Without waiting for the lights, he rushed across the street. Several cars had to brake to avoid hitting him.

The woman stared after him.

"Uh, sorry", Steve told her. "He's usually not like this ..."

The woman frowned.
"He is Aaron Cross, no matter what he might say", she said, more to herself.

Steve smiled at her.
"Sorry again but – no. He –"

But the woman wasn't listening. She had already turned and started to walk away.

Steve waited for the lights to turn and when they did, hurried after Barton.

"What was that all about?" he asked when he had caught up with him. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were running from her."

Barton shrugged.
"She was getting on my nerves", he said.

"And that's why you risk getting hit by a car?"

"She was getting on my nerves a lot, okay? And you're starting to do so, too."
Barton glared at him.
"Let it go, Cap."

"Okay."

They kept walking. Barton kept throwing glances at Steve. Finally, he sighed and stopped.

"You won't, will you?" he asked.

"What?"
Steve gave him his best innocent look.

Barton snorted.
"What do you think? Let this go, of course. You'll try to find out more."

"No, I won't", Steve said.

"Not yourself. But you'll mention this to Tony and he'll want to find out more and so he'll start digging around until he comes up with something."

Steve could feel he was blushing.
"Well ..."

Barton shook his head.
"Really, in your own way, you're just as bad as him."

"I'm not!"

"Just as nosy", Barton went on as if he hadn't heard him. "Only that you're more polite about it."

"Well, try to see this from my point of view. A mysterious woman suddenly shows up and calls you Aaron. And is absolutely convinced you're Aaron. And you pretend you don't know her even though it's pretty clear you do. What am I supposed to think?"

Barton shrugged.
"That she mistook me for someone else?"

Steve gave him a doubting look.

"Happens all the time."
Barton started walking again.
"People who mistake people for other people."

"Still not convinced."
Steve followed him.

"It's classified."

"Won't stop Stark."

He almost felt guilty for pushing the item. Almost. Stark was definitely having a bad influence on him.

On the other hand, he told himself, Barton was a teammate. What if whatever he didn't want to tell them about this woman would come back at him some time later and put him in danger? Or the whole team?

Again, Barton stopped and sighed.
"Okay, okay. I'll call Fury once we're back home and get clearance to tell you. And the others. There, satisfied?"

Steve tried not to grin but he didn't manage.
"Let's go, then."