Back From the Dead

The foursome sat quite squished together along the side of a van as it was led onwards as part of a convoy of HYDRA agents. Olivia, however, was thankful that she was seated next to Natasha, doing her best to keep an eye on the pressure the bandage was putting on the girl's wound. She had gotten Natasha sorted, but with the way the woman had twisted to fire the ballistics at the Winter Soldier…Bucky…she couldn't be sure that the wound hadn't partially opened. She just wanted to make sure her friend was alright.

Though, speaking of friends, while her gaze was on Natasha, she couldn't keep her thoughts off of Steve.

"I still can't believe…it was Bucky?" Olivia couldn't help but ask, the shock of what she'd heard, what he'd said just before HYDRA got them, fading enough, "Are you certain?"

He nodded, "It was him. It was Bucky. I don't know how he survived but it was him."

He didn't know how he felt right at that moment. He was pretty sure he was in shock, his mind racing, trying to make sense of everything. He'd been in the middle of a fight with the Winter Soldier, the man intent to kill not just him but Olivia and his friends as well, anyone that had assisted them. He'd been fighting for his life against what was likely the first opponent since Red Skull that had been an actual challenge to him. The Winter Soldier had matched him in strength, speed, agility...but with a lack of care for himself, any injuries he might have gotten, to slow him down, and no regard for the lives around them. It made him so much more of a threat, there were less distractions to the Soldier but so many more for HIM and that made it all so much more dangerous. The Soldier had tried shooting him, stabbing him, beating him...and when he'd finally gotten the upper hand, torn the mask off his enemy's face...

It was the face of his best friend staring back at him.

His dead best friend.

Not an enemy at all.

But it made no sense to him, at all. Bucky...the Bucky he knew, they fought side by side, they were like brothers, they never ever would have harmed each other, let alone tried to kill each other. But there he was, Bucky, ready to kill him.

Worse yet...there wasn't even a glimmer of recognition in the man's eyes.

What happened to him?

"But he attacked you," Olivia murmured, still quite thrown by THAT fact. It was so…not like Bucky to harm Steve.

"They must have done something to him," he reasoned, "He looked right at me like he didn't even know me," his hands clenched into fists in their own shackles, "Brainwashed him or something. Bucky would never hurt me."

"No," she agreed, "He wouldn't. If I recall from your stories," she smiled, trying to comfort him with a gentle nudge, "He spent quite a lot of time making sure you weren't hurt."

"He always had my back," Steve swallowed, an enormous guilt settling in his stomach.

He hadn't.

He hadn't had Bucky's back in the end.

Bucky had been taken in by the enemy, brainwashed, and set up as an assassin, who knew what other hells he'd lived through and Steve hadn't been there to protect him, to help him, hadn't even tried. He knew that he hadn't known Bucky was alive, but it didn't make him feel any better. He should have known, should have never given up until he saw the body himself, he should have kept searching, done something, anything, to find him. And now, because he hadn't, Bucky was in terrible, terrible danger.

"Then we shall have his," Olivia nodded, determination in her voice that made Steve look over at her for her, "We'll find a way to get him back, I know it."

"How's it even possible he's here in the first place?" Sam had to wonder, "It was like seventy years ago."

"Zola," Olivia realized, looking to Steve as he frowned, it was the only thing that made sense, "Bucky's whole unit was captured in 1943, they thought Zola might have experimented on him when he was the only one in isolation still alive. But when he healed there was never any sign…"

Steve let out a breath, they HAD thought Bucky might have been experimented on, but with Bucky so disoriented during his ordeal, unable to remember anything except pain, the army officials had taken it to mean he'd only been tortured for information which he had refused to give, not that he had much information to share regardless. They hadn't tested Bucky the way they had him and Olivia, but now it seemed clear that something HAD happened, "Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and..."

Olivia looked down at that, feeling a ball of guilt settle in her gut as well. SHE had been the one to go look for him first. She had gone down to the river, hoping he might have survived. All she'd found were his dog tags, which she'd given to Steve. If she'd just looked longer, harder, wider…

She glanced over when she felt something nudge her to see Steve looking at her intently. He had guessed where her mind had gone and the guilt welling in her, if she wouldn't let HIM feel it was his fault Bucky had fallen in the first place, he wouldn't let her feel it was her fault Bucky had been found by HYDRA and not herself.

"None of that's your fault," Natasha added, seeing the looks they were both exchanging. She didn't know the whole story, but she knew enough.

Steve let out a sigh, "Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky."

"As I had Peggy," Olivia mused, "We WILL get him back Steve," she promised him, "I didn't stop you back then, I won't stop you now. I'd do the same for Peggy, and I know Bucky would do the same for you."

Sam watched the trio quietly for a moment, "You know what I find strange about all this," he remarked, "How calm you three are. We're about to be taken into your enemy's hands, and we're all just chatting about BFFs."

Olivia gave a small laugh at that, thankful the tension had been broken, "Well, Tasha is fond of talking about anything but the imminent danger, Steve's preferred method for confronting the enemy IS to be captured by them, and I'm not quite convinced we're going to be taken into our enemy's hands."

"And why's that?"

She smiled, "Because one of our so-called-enemies, I'd wager, is about to help us escape."

Sam frowned, following her line of sight to the two guards sitting in the van with them, decked out all in black with black helmets on. He had only JUST turned to do so when one of them whipped out some sort of electronic rod and quickly struck the other one with it, knocking them out. Three of the four prisoners stared as the guard pulled off their helmet to reveal Maria Hill.

"That thing was squeezing my brain," she huffed, taking a breath, before frowning at Sam, "Who's this guy?"

"Better question…how the hell…" Natasha looked at Olivia, a bit startled that SHE hadn't even realized it was Hill sitting there.

Olivia shrugged, "The guard was wearing the same perfume I got Maria for her birthday," she said simply. It wasn't a very well known brand, Tony had helped her dig up what Maria's favorite was, the woman wasn't an open book of personal information. It was a nice scent, something subtle, and she doubted HYDRA agents would be thinking of perfume at a time like this. Honestly, she doubted Maria had even put it on fresh, but her nose and Steve's were bionic now, she'd caught the faint hint of it when they'd been shoved into the car and thought it odd.

She was quite glad her guess turned out to be correct, it would have been quite embarrassing otherwise.

Maria smirked, "Time to go," she told them, pulling out another cylindrical object and infighting an electrical component on the end, before leaning down to cut a hole in the bottom of the car.

~8~

Olivia looked up from helping Natasha out of her jacket, having started to try and get it off her when she saw a man in a doctor's coat rushing towards them down a dark tunnel Hill was guiding them through, and knew her friend would soon be getting more immediate medical attention for her wound, only for the man to suddenly stop and gape at her.

"That's Major Britannia," the man blinked, actually pointing at her.

Olivia would have been a bit amused at how he had noticed HER and not Captain America standing on the other side of Natasha…had it not been for the fact that Natasha had just gotten shot. Her role in the field was to stabilize and move the wounded to a safer location for more specialized treatment. She did what she could with her supplies (she was quite grateful to Maria for grabbing her med-pack and stashing it in the van they were held in), but now there was a doctor in front of them, which suggested some sort of medical facility ahead, and she really would have rather had Natasha seen to first.

"And this is Tasha," Olivia spoke, "She's been shot in the shoulder," she began to detail, "Went clean through, I don't believe it's struck any major muscles from what I've seen of her movements since, but she needs to be treated as soon as possible. I did what I could in the field but…"

"Right!" the doctor jumped to attention, "Yes, of course, let me take her."

"She'll want to see him first," Hill shook her head, leading them further down the tunnel.

"Him who?" Natasha tensed, not sure if she'd like the answer. For all she knew, this was all a trap within a trap and Hill actually was a compromised agent about to take them to the Winter Soldier.

"I'd guess Director Fury," Olivia murmured, causing Hill and the doctor to stop and look at her, the doctor startled, Hill suspicious.

"He had a pulse," Steve defended, "She felt it. Slow, too slow, but there."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Natasha frowned at her.

"He could have just as easily died after he was taken," she reminded the assassin, "I didn't feel right saying it to anyone but Steve till we saw him alive with our own eyes."

Hill made a noise that seemed like a cross between a scoff and a snort, "Well feast your eyes," she huffed, turning them down a corner to a cloth wall, brushing it aside to reveal Fury sitting up weakly on a hospital bed, machinery around him, monitoring his vitals.

"About damn time," Fury muttered, moving to sit up more as Olivia stepped to the side of his bed to check the lines connected to him.

"I don't understand," Natasha moved to sit down on a chair, the doctor coming to double check Olivia's work in a more medical environment.

"Lacerated spinal column, crack…"

"Cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver, a collapsed lung, NOT pleased about that one," Olivia grumbled, she had JUST been about to treat one of the wounds to prevent such a thing when the other agents burst into the apartment to haul him off, "And, quite likely, a bit of a terrible headache," she finished, turning around from checking his IV line to see everyone, including Fury, staring at her, "I'm a medic," she reminded them, "I read his file in the Hospital."

"Where you died," Natasha shot Fury a look, "They cut you open, your heart stopped."

Fury scoffed, "Tetrodotoxin B. Slows the pulse to one beat a minute. Banner developed it for stress. Didn't work so great for him, but we found a use for it. Docs needed to make it look like I died of those bullet wounds; hard to do when my medic made sure I wasn't dying of those bullet wounds. They had a hell of a time finding a believable time to administer it," he remarked, glancing over at Olivia as she moved back to Steve's side, "You're too damn good at your job."

Olivia frowned at that, "One of the best men I ever knew was shot in front of me and died," she told him, "Because I wasn't fast enough or prepared enough. I swore to myself that was never going to happen again. So don't expect me to apologize for being 'too damn good at my job.'"

Fury chuckled at that, but Steve reached out to take her hand, knowing exactly what she was referring to, when Dr. Erskine passed, shot in front of them both too quickly for her to help save him. Of the best men she knew, four had died and she hadn't been able to help them. Michael Carter, Dr. Erskine, Bucky, and Howard Stark. Those four men had made it into her top five along with himself. HE was still alive though, and he knew Olivia would fight whatever power that came for him to the death herself before she let it claim him too.

Just as he would her.

"Why all the secrecy?" Steve asked, "Why not just tell us?"

"Any attempt on the director's life had to look successful," Hill argued.

Fury nodded, "Can't kill you if you're already dead. Besides, I wasn't sure who to trust."

Olivia couldn't help but notice how Natasha looked away at that statement.

~8~

It seemed with their arrival, Fury had decided it was time for him to stop lazing about and got himself out of the hospital bed, back in his classic black ensemble complete with his beloved black trenchcoat. He had taken them to what appeared to be the command room of his secret facility…not much by way of a literal command room, but the center of his base of operations at least.

He was looking down at a photo of Pierce while the group stood around him, "This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize. He said, 'Peace wasn't an achievement, it was a responsibility.' See, it's stuff like this that gives me trust issues."

Natasha ignored the remark about trust, focusing instead on the danger at hand, "We have to stop the launch."

Fury sighed, "I don't think the Council's accepting my calls anymore," he remarked, turning to open a case that Hill had put on the table before they arrived. Inside were three chips sitting on a cushion.

"What's that?" Sam frowned at the items.

"Once the Helicarriers reach three thousand feet, they'll triangulate with Insight satellites, becoming fully weaponized," Hill said instead.

"We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own," Fury gestured to the chips.

"One or two won't cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work, because if even one of those ships remains operational a whole lot of people are gonna die."

"We have to assume everyone aboard those carriers is HYDRA. We need to get past them, insert the server blades, and maybe, just maybe, we can salvage what's left..."

"No," Olivia shook her head.

"We're not salvaging anything," Steve agreed, "We're not just taking down the carriers, Nick, we're taking down SHIELD."

"SHIELD had nothing to do with it," Fury defended.

"SHIELD has everything to do with it," Olivia argued, "Because there is NO SHIELD any longer, it's HYDRA now."

"HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed," Steve stood with her.

Fury scoffed, "Why do you think we're meeting in this cave? I noticed."

"And how many paid the price before you did?" Steve argued.

"Look, I didn't know about Barnes…"

"This has nothing to do with Bucky," Olivia cut in, a gut feeling telling her that even if Fury HAD known, he wouldn't have said anything. He would have let Steve take out the Winter Soldier and hoped he never discovered he'd literally killed his best friend. She could tell Steve was itching to ask that very question, WOULD Fury have told them or compartmentalized it too? She didn't want the answer, she didn't want Steve to have to hear it, "This has everything to do with the fact that those carriers can kill people. As we said before, that isn't SHIELD. Holding a gun to the world and calling it protection? Security over freedom, that's HYDRA. WE stopped HYDRA," she gestured between herself and Steve, "We gave our lives to stop them, and you lot invited them back in. Zola reestablished the entire order that nearly destroyed the world the first time. We are NOT risking it again."

"You gave us this mission, this is how it ends," Steve nodded, "SHIELD's been compromised, you said so yourself. So it goes. SHIELD, HYDRA, it all goes."

"You let them in once before," Olivia reminded Fury, "You can't even say with certainty which agents of SHIELD are double agents for HYDRA. There's no way to know that the next round in charge of those carriers won't just resume HYDRA's list before you get another chance to stop them."

Hill's jaw clenched, but she turned to Fury, "They're right," she told him, agreeing with the super soldiers. They made points she knew Fury wouldn't want to admit to. But there was too much at stake to risk it now.

"Don't look at me," Sam scoffed when Fury glanced at him and Natasha as though they would take his side, "I do what he does," he gestured at Steve, "Just slower."

Natasha didn't even dine to respond, just crossed her arms as she stepped next to Olivia. Of all the people in that room, the two super soldiers had proven they trusted her more than Fury did, and she had made the mistake of trusting him more than them. She wouldn't make that mistake again. They had seen what everyone else refused to or was blind to, that HYDRA had been at work within SHIELD for a long time.

She hadn't been lying when she said she'd wanted to go straight, and that maybe she couldn't tell what that was anymore.

But watching those two stand up to Fury, she knew that THEY did.

And if they thought this was right, then it was right.

"Well..." Fury sighed, "Looks like you're giving the orders now, Captain."

Steve smirked, "Don't look at me," he mimicked Sam's words with a nod to Olivia, "I do what she does, just slower."

Olivia rolled her eyes and shook her head at him for that reference to the fact that she was, in fact, faster than him, "I DO out rank him," she teased, bumping her hip against him, earning a small smile from him for her effort.

Fury just sighed again, "Looks like we need to draw up a battle plan."

~8~

"Hey," Natasha spoke as she sat down beside Olivia, the woman reading through Fury's latest medical report to make sure he was truly well enough to be part of this mission.

Fury had made a minor mistake pulling Dr. Samuels in from the Olive Branch to treat him in secret. The man had an autographed picture of Olivia on his desk at SHIELD, handed down from his grandparents, and he was NOT about to go against anything the medic said. If she didn't clear Fury herself, neither would he. And if Olivia didn't want Fury involved, Natasha didn't doubt Samuels wouldn't drug Fury into a coma for her just to keep the director away.

"How's your shoulder?" was the first thing Olivia said by way of greeting.

Natasha snorted, shaking her head, she should have expected that.

"Like Fury said," she shrugged, not even a wince following, "You're too damn good at your job."

Olivia gave a small smile to that, "If you experience any pain at all…"

"I'm fine," Natasha cut in, "Really," they fell silent for a moment, before Olivia shut the report, "And the verdict is…"

Olivia sighed, "He's cleared, BUT," she added, "Only if he's accompanied by another agent. I don't trust him not to get too invested and rip half the things holding him together."

"Sounds like Fury," Natasha agreed, thinking the man just might go for it, with what he had in mind he hadn't planned to go in alone either, "Hey," she reached out to lightly grip Olivia's wrist as the woman stood to go give Fury the ultimatum, "I just…I wanted to say thanks."

"Tasha…" Olivia shook her head, about to brush it off. It was her JOB to do what she did, and even if it wasn't, she'd still help where she could.

"And say I'm sorry," she continued as though Olivia hadn't spoken.

Olivia sat back down, a small frown on her face, "What do you have to be sorry for?"

Natasha was silent for a moment, organizing her thoughts, and reorganizing her perspective on quite a few things, "I'm sorry that I pushed you so much to learn to fight, that I thought you needed to pick up a weapon."

"You were concerned," Olivia defended, "You wanted me to be prepared."

"I mean, yeah, that was part of it but…" she sighed, not sure she really wanted to say what she'd fully been thinking but...the roles she mentioned before? She had trusted Olivia to save her life and now it was her turn to be honest, Olivia deserved the entire truth, "I honestly didn't think we needed you," she told the woman, "Back when we first met, I didn't see the point in having you there. I mean…" she shook her head at how wrong she'd been, "We go after Loki and you just looked over the crowd. Thor steals him, you come back injured. And I thought, well, it's because she can't fight so she can't defend herself. In New York it's not like you were able to help a lot of people since we were all focused on fighting or evacuating. I mean, yeah you tended to some of the injured on the helicarrier but Coulson…"

Olivia had to bite her tongue to keep from speaking about that. As far as everyone but she, Fury, Hill, and Steve knew, Coulson had died during Loki's attack, to everyone else, her efforts to help him had failed. So she could see where Natasha was coming from in that regard.

From Natasha's point of view, she hadn't done much in actually BEING a medic, or being useful as one. Not many had been injured in Germany, Natasha hadn't SEEN her treat any wounded SHIELD agents, nor did she know the truth about Coulson, and in New York she hadn't been near enough to actually treat anyone as a medic would unless one counted Thor once the fight was over. To Natasha, she likely appeared quite useless.

"I thought, well if she can fight then she'll be worth something," Natasha winced at how that sounded, but it was true, "I honestly didn't think about any of us getting injured, or shot," she gestured at her shoulder, "In my world it's kill or be killed, don't let them walk away and get another shot at you."

"I understand," Olivia murmured, a little hurt but truly able to understand how Natasha viewed everything.

"I was wrong though," Natasha turned to her, "I was wrong about everything. I saw you, today, you were pulling people out of a bus two at a time, protecting children, making sure THEY lived. And then, you got to me too. You protected me, and not by fighting an enemy, but by treating MY wounds. I'd be a lot worse off if you hadn't gotten to my shoulder when you did."

She'd have been a hell of a lot worse off if Olivia hadn't gotten in the path of bullets for her when she did.

"Seriously, you were…" she shook her head, not sure how to describe it, "There was a firefight around us, an assassin trying to kill your partner, I was bleeding out, and you just…handled it."

"Well, to be fair, not the worst place or wound I've treated," Olivia offered modestly.

It struck Natasha then that, for all her teasing about Olivia and Steve's ages, her jokes about things they'd missed, it hadn't really gotten through to her all they'd sacrificed and lived through. They had come straight out of a WAR, an actual, literal war, not some random battle in New York or car chase in DC, a bloody, gruesome, devastating war with fields littered with dead bodies and not all of them in one piece. It wasn't one battle and the fight was over, it was continuous, never ending for them, one battle after another after another. And she knew, for all her comments on Steve being the soldier of the two of them, Olivia had seen more of the actual war than Steve had. SHE had been the one picking the wounded off the field, tending them, having to walk past those she couldn't help, having to step over the dead to get the living to safety. She had been the one to see the carnage…

And now that she really thought about it, Olivia's words back when she and Hill had tried to teach her to fight made more sense. Olivia had spoken of not wishing war on anyone, she had seen that destruction and she didn't want to cause it.

But she hadn't listened to the girl, she'd chalked it up to the delicate female sensibilities of the 40s making a mountain out of a molehill given that Olivia wasn't literally ON the front lines and just tried to find a loophole, a non-lethal weapon. Instead of letting Olivia be who she was and do what she was trained to do and specialized in, she'd all but forced a weapon into the medic's hand and told her to use it instead, as though her skills weren't necessary or needed.

But they were, she got that now, they so were.

If Olivia hadn't gotten to that bus when she did, people could have died or lost limbs or suffered even more trauma to know there was no one there to help them or willing to risk being shot to come help them. If she hadn't gotten to Fury when she had, the man might have really died. And if she hadn't taken care of her shoulder? For all she knew she might have actually bled out or lost the arm and then where would she be? Turned into a one-armed assassin? Would SHIELD have given her her own metal arm?

Seeing Olivia in her element, doing what she did? It was…an eye opening experience. To be that calm in the middle of a battle, to treat wounds that were worse than her own, to end up covered in other people's blood and still keep going? To not give up?

She was never ever going to make the mistake of questioning Olivia's worth or strength again.

"I'm sorry," Natasha repeated, "That I ever tried to make you something you weren't, that I overlooked what you ARE. I know how that feels, I'm sorry I did it to you."

"You did bring up fairly good points," Olivia reminded her, "I can still help and treat wounds, but I can also help keep the wounds from occurring."

Natasha nodded, "Thanks," she added, "For helping me see that protecting people doesn't just mean fighting enemies, but making sure people are safe while doing it."

Olivia smiled, "And thank you, for helping me see that weapons don't have to cause harm, they can help and protect too."

Natasha smiled at that and held out her fist, laughing quite loudly when Olivia mistook her initial motion for a high-five and hit her palm to Natasha's fist instead.

~8~

Steve stood on a bridge just outside the secret base, looking down at the water, his thoughts drifting back to Bucky, still not able to believe that the Winter Soldier was him, that he didn't even seem to know who he was anymore. Of all the people he'd known in his life, Bucky was the one who always knew him, was there for him. Olivia came at a close second, having seen the heart of him even in his scrawny little body, but Bucky had known him his entire life.

Bucky had been there when his father died, when his mother followed. He'd cornered him after her funeral, offered him to stay the night with him and his folks. Bucky had reminded him that just because he COULD get by on his own, didn't mean he HAD to. Because Bucky would always be there, to the end of the line.

God, it felt like he was losing his best friend all over again.

"He's gonna be there, you know?" Sam's voice cut through his thoughts, though he didn't look away from the water even as Sam approached.

"I know."

"Look," Sam sighed, coming to rest on the railing of the bridge, his back to the water, "Whoever he used to be, the guy he is now, I don't think he's the kind you save. He's the kind you stop."

Steve shook his head, "I don't know if I can do that."

Sam nodded, understanding, but felt he had to warn, "Well, he might not give you a choice. He doesn't know you."

"I think he will," another voice cut in, this time Steve looked away to see Olivia standing there in her uniform, apparently Hill had somehow managed to track down his bike and steal their uniforms out of it before it was confiscated by HYDRA. She offered Steve a small smile, "Steve is quite hard to forget, especially to someone like Bucky."

She didn't need to say more for Steve to understand. The way he and Bucky were, was the same way she and Peggy were. If Peggy could still remember even a scrap of Olivia, then there was a chance Bucky could remember him as well. A bond like the ones they shared with their best friends didn't break that easy.

"It time?" Steve called to her.

She nodded, "Gear up."

"You gonna wear that?" Sam asked as he followed Steve back into the base with Olivia, nodding at his casual clothing whereas Olivia had already suited up, "Go incognito?"

Steve shook his head, "No. If you're gonna fight a war, you gotta wear a uniform."

Olivia's lip quirked up slightly, just guessing which uniform he was referring to. While HER old outfit would help no one, his might help jog someone's memory…

~8~

A poor old security guard at the Smithsonian Museum was, quite possibly, having an even worse day than Captain America for, on HIS shift, the uniform the American hero had worn during WWII went missing from its mannequin, stolen.

"Oh, man. I am so fired!"

A/N: I feel like that conversation between Olivia and Natasha was a long time coming. For someone like Natasha, it really is kill or be killed and injuries are treated after the fight is over by some nameless member of the Olive Branch, which means she isn't in such a bad place as to not be able to get to the medical attention. But to be that close to the fire where she literally couldn't keep fighting because of her injury, and have someone personally making sure she was ok and lived to see another day while all that chaos is going on? I think it was something she needed to see and experience. Compared to what Captain America did in Avengers, Natasha didn't really see much of Olivia doing anything 'important' to her. To her, they are all a team of specialists and they are good at their jobs so why would they need a medic? THEY aren't going to get hurt, their enemies are. The people who did get hurt around them, Olivia either didn't get a chance to treat or the ones she did treat died any way or she didn't SEE her treat them. If she's not needed as a medic, then she needs to be needed as another fighter which they can always do with more of.

NOW though, she's seen Olivia in her element, she's seen the stress of such a situation and how Olivia jumps in to help and make sure things don't get worse. She gets it now, why Olivia was brought on and what she does and how important it is. Being the one who needed to be 'carried off the field' has helped her see how much Olivia is needed in a medic capacity. I feel like Natasha's mentality sort of mimics the theme from other areas of both war and this series. SO many people remember the soldiers of the wars and thank them for their duties, but not many look to the medics who saved their lives. Natasha has seen it now though, and she has a new appreciation and respect for Olivia :)

Lol, Fury you're SO lucky Olivia is so damn good at her job ;) In this story, I imagine him going to Steve and Olivia's having a tiny bit more to do with Olivia being there because he saw her save Coulson and maybe the medic could help him too ;)

I can say the next chapter might have a bit of a surprise for Natasha, whether it's good or bad, I won't say };)

Some notes on reviews...

Thank you all so much for your welcome backs! It meant the world to me to see and I'm so glad to be back too, I really am looking forward to everything to come ;) I also wish anyone else in the same boat with updating all the best with their stories too :) Being an adult stinks when it takes time away from writing what we love :/ But it happens :( Just means we have to pause and reevaluate where we are and go from there ;)

Oh America's ass was hysterical lol :) We'll have to wait and see what Endgame has in store for our heroes ;)