Natasha smiled up at Steve as he approached her, wrapping her arms around his waist, utterly trusting. He smiled back and leaned in to kiss her, slow and lingering, his mouth soft against hers. He pulled away to let his lips trail down her neck and along her jaw, and Natasha sighed. Making his way back up, his lips brushed her ear.

"You fell for it, " he whispered.

Natasha's eyes closed sleepily, "Hmm?"

"You fell for your own con."

Natasha's eyes opened, her brow furrowed in confusion, but too late. The red hot pain of a knife slid through her side, and Natasha jerked away from the searing pain. Her hands clasped to her side as the blood came, and Natasha's eyes were glued in wide horror to Steve's face. He smiled at her, and Natasha's mind struggled to process.

"You stabbed me? Steve.."

Steve lifted the blade, crimson with Natasha's blood, and her eyes lit with recognition.

"Where did you get that knife?" She struggled with her words, her brain becoming sluggish.

"I think you know. Did you really believe that after all you've done I would welcome you into my team? Your own Widows blade is still laced with poison."

Natasha fell to her knees, fire racing through her veins, singeing her nerves, "No."

The scenery shifted, and she was outside the panic room at Clints farmhouse. Steve was punching in the passcode. Natasha struggled to speak, the pain of the poison making every effort excruciating, "What are you doing?"

"Anyone aligned with you has no place on this team, especially when they turn out to be your own blood." The door slid open to reveal the Clint and his children. Steve raised the blade, and the children screamed in fear.

"No! Steve be reasonable! I'm not a widow anymore!"

Steve halted in his tracks and looked at her incredulously. Grabbing her by the arm he lifted her to her feet and she cried out in pain. He ripped the left shoulder of her shirt, revealing her bare shoulder. "What is that?"

Natasha looked down to see the tattoo, freshly inked into her skin, "I've never seen it!" Steve sneered at her, "Am I supposed to fall for this? You failed your mission Romanoff. I knew your play from the start. Thanks for showing me who I can trust." Without another word Stev dropped her to the floor, and in quick strides approached Clint.

"You brought this spy into our community, which makes you as much of a traitor as her." Without waiting for a reply, Steve slit his throat. There was a roaring in Natasha's ears that blocked out even the sound of her own scream. The poison had a firm grip on her throat, and she suffocated slowly, her eyes glued to Steve as he approached the other beds…"

"NO!" Natasha sat bolt upright in her bed, her eyes wild and uncomprehending. Her head pounded, and her body ached. Looking around wildly, she suddenly realized that she was handcuffed to the bedframe, with no memory of how she got there. She yanked at the cuff in a panic, the metal digging into her skin. A middle aged woman came running into the room, a look of relief and then concern on her face.

"Oh Natalia, we weren't sure you would wake! Let me get Darya." The woman ran from the room. Natasha's breathing was sporadic, and she continued to pull on her wrist in distress. Her eyes travelled all over the room, but she recognized nothing. Soon the woman returned with another, her knee bandaged as she struggled on a crutch to her bedside. Natasha addressed the first woman through gritted teeth.

"Where am I and why am I being held here?" She yanked on the handcuff. "Who are you?"

The two women exchanged looks of concern, "Natalia, you can't remember?"

Natasha looked between them in a panic, "Remember what? What is going on?!"

"Anka, free her, there's no need for that. Look she's bleeding."

Anka pulled the key from her pocket and unlocked Natasha's wrist. Darya sat on the side of the bed gingerly and cautiously took Natasha's hand. Taking a cloth from the bedside, Darya began to tend to Natasha's now bleeding wrist. Natasha's breathing slowed slightly as she watched the woman tend her wounds. Anka put a hand on her shoulder, "Lay back and be calm Natalia, you've taken a hard blow to the head. We will explain it all."