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Steve

Sitting outside on the lash green grass, out looking the busy Capital of the country. T'Challa sipping coffee out of a white cup. He had only taken a sip of his own, though he would much rather be sleeping right now after being up all night.

"SGT. Barnes vitals have remained the same. The prototype for his arm makes us hopeful for positive results for full mobility and use." The King informed him.

"Good, and his mind?" He asking.

"His mind is still problem, Tony has mention maybe waking him up and having Wanda help him sort through memories. But we wanted to ask you if we should proceed with this treatment plan, or keep him asleep?" T'Challa telling him as he took another sip of his coffee.

"I have seen the negative what Wanda can do, let me see how she could influence the mind positively before we wake him. Maybe have Bruce help run potential problems." He told the young king. Hopeful that this could be what Bucky needed to get his memories back and undo the control that Hydra had done to him.

T'Challa becoming quiet and mention towards Clint. Clint plowing towards T'Challa and himself. He had only seen Clint this upset, when Natasha was taken back by Ultron in Tokyo.

"Where is Natasha?" Clint shouting as he approached them.

"HUH?" Steve looking at T'Challa, his body starting to fill with rage.

"Steve, please let me explain." T'Challa looking at Clint and Steve both ensuring they will let him speak. "Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., contacted me, wanting to help Agent Romanoff, and keep everyone safe here. They will take her, send up her location to MI6 and Interpol and keep them looking somewhere else for her. They would keep her safe and in a couple of days bring her back. While ensuring no one would come here to look for her." He finished explaining.

"What Agent? Mace?" Clint started questioning.

"No, he said he was a friend." T'Challa explained.

"You just let some guy take Natasha and knock me unconscious?" Clint becoming more heated.

"He asked me not to say, though I can say Agent Romanoff is not in any danger. He did say he was working as a friend." T'Challa.

"Bullshit! This is a place, YOU told us was a place to come and still do the job of keeping the world safe. But you are allowing just anyone to come and take members of our team away. What's next the members of The Accords taking Wanda again? Who is next Highness?" Clint now yelling, just before stepping off and walking back the way he came from.

Steve was still in a state of confusion. "Your Highness, who took Natasha?" Steve questioned.

"I can't tell you. She is safe. Most importantly everyone else is safe here." T'Challa told him, before standing and stepping off in the opposite direction from Clint. Steve feeling nauseous and filled with worry and frustration, heading after Clint.

Trying to catch up with the piss off archer. "What happened?" Steve asked finally catching up to him.

"We were walking off the ramp, when I saw her fall, thinking she tripped. She was on the ground. Then I was shot with something and woke up in the cargo hold of the quinjet, and Natasha gone." Clint told him, as they continue to back to the hanger.

Walking up into the cargo hold of the quinjet that they just arrived in, Clint taking a seat behind one of the monitors. Steve standing behind him, he was trying to reframe from pacing. Instead fingertips digging into the headrest of the chair, watching as Clint reviewing the security cameras from the cargo hold. Clint being carried into the cargo hold, and Natasha being carried away. Clint pausing the tape and enhancing the frame on the four individuals, 'No Shit' Clint whispered under his breath and a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Steve blinking several times, thinking his eyes could not be seeing what they are seeing.

Natasha

She startled awake and looking around the cell that held her. The cell itself was very high tech. There was no door in any of the walls. She wasn't restrained and she was laying on a made single bed. She started going over her possible scenarios in her head as she sat up, swing her legs over the edge of the bed and sitting with her elbows resting on her knees.

From what she could tell, she didn't have any injuries and the question still stood who and why was she taken. Swiping her eyes over the walls seeing if there was any security cameras, spotting the dome camera in the far corner.

It was a short time before a portion of the wall open and a dark figure walked into the room.

She felt though she was going to throw up, and the room starting tilt, seeing the man entering the room. A ghost that never haunted her dreams, but a person she looked to as a father figure of sorts.

"Natasha breath." Phil Coulson told her. His hands outstretch in front of him, palms out and showing he didn't mean no harm. "I saw the alert that went out for you in London, and I was close by. Thought you could use some help." He said a he sat in the empty chair.

"How?-When?...Why, Why did you not tell us you were alive?" She still fighting the urge to throw up and shocked from a love-one reappearing alive.

"I did die, but Fury brought me back and that's whole other story. Right now we need to make you in 5 different places at once, and get Interpol to stop looking for you." He told her.

"Does Clint know you were taking me?" She asked him, sitting back down on the mattress.

"No. The King of Wakanda was the only person I spoke." He told him.

"He won't like that. Him and probably Steve will come looking for me." She suddenly having the feeling she needed to call Steve and tell him she was ok, and hear his voice. She still wasn't sure if she was wake or if this was real.

"You will return as soon as Interpol has stopped looking for you, but we have to make sure no one is looking to Wakanda for you." He reassured her. "First we need to make it look like you are nowhere near your teammates." Phil told her, as he stood leading her out of the room.

She mirroring his movements, stopping at the doorway and looking at him. Reaching out her hand and slowly placing it on his bicep. Giving it a firm squeeze and she was overcome with emotion. He was really standing in front of her, alive and there, like he always was when he was her and Clint's handler. He pulling her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her, and she holding him.

"It's good to have you back." She told him.

"I am not back though, officially I am still dead." He said with a smile.

Steve

Pacing the floor behind the couch in the living space that T'Challa has designated as the Avengers Quarters. Clint sitting on the couch watching the anxious Captain America making a track in the floors.

"Cap, you saw it. Coulson has Nat. There is a bigger play going on here then you we know about. There isn't anyone I trust more than Phil to take care of her." Clint trying to claim him down.

"How are you so comfortable with someone who was dead taking Nat, without telling us he was alive or where they are taking her?" Steve asking him, angry and confused, with worry flooding his body.

"The whole dying and not really being dead is a thing we sometimes need to do." Clint explaining giving him a shoulder shrug.

"Coulson could of told us. Fury did." Steve pausing the far end of his track. Frustrated he threw his hand through his golden hair.

"I don't know Phil's reason for not telling us, but maybe he has his own thing going on and could not. But T'Challa said he came as a friend. I'm not worried." Clint trying to get Steve out of this negative mood. Secretly he knew, if Natasha wasn't in any danger they would hear from her soon.

Steve's body just on autopilot walking the length of the couch, as his mind rushing through thoughts, and his whole body tense with worry. 'I keep finding myself in this position with her? Maybe I do need to put a tracking device in that necklace.' He thought to himself.