How were you supposed to tell him? When? Oh hey Steve, I know you're mourning and everything right now but I'm going to sign the papers you so obviously aren't and I don't know what will happen because Ross is actually a shit stain who wants us all arrested? Yeah, that seemed like a wonderful idea.

You didn't get the chance to say anything because as soon as the ceremony was over, the place cleared out and Natasha met you at the front. She didn't have to say anything before Steve was opening up to the both of you.

"When I came out of the ice, I thought everyone I had known was gone. Then I found out that she was alive. I was just lucky to have her." your heart clenched. You couldn't tell him, not now when he was hurting so much and needed someone.

"She had you back too." It was silent for a long moment, Natasha looking dead into his eyes. She wanted him to ask, to bring it up so she didn't have to.

"Who else signed?"

"Tony, Rhodey, Vision."

"Clint?"

"Says he's retired."

"Wanda?"

"TBD. I'm off to Vienna for the signing of the accords." She made eye contact with both of you in turn. "There's plenty of room on the jet." Steve sighed. "Staying together is more important then how we stay together."

"What are we giving up to do it? I'm sorry Nat. We just can't do it." Steve put his arm around your shoulders and you mentally cursed because the full body flinch away from him turned all the attention to you. Shit, fuckity fuck fuckery. You'd given yourself away. Natasha eyed you, expression compassionate as she realized but you played it off as being cold. Steve, innocent and kind Steve, believed you enough to pull off his own jacket and drape it over your shoulders.

How could you do this to him? Sure, the accords made all the sense in the world to you. You all seemed to be doing more damage then good at this point and you'd lost a lot of friends along the way. Perhaps you could keep doing what you were born to do in a safe way, keep yourselves as safe as you kept others. All you were doing was talking yourself more into signing the longer you thought about it, but that nagging feeling in the back of your head and the tugging of your heart strings begged you not to leave Steve.

"I know." Natasha drew his attention away again, thankfully not ratting you out. She just smiled sadly in your direction.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I didn't want you guys to be alone."

You were more than comfortable splayed out on the couch in your suite, dress rumpled as you sipped expensive wine being billed back to Tony as you watched the news and forgot all about your problems for the moment. You were a responsible adult in a loving relationship that could totally handle this. You just had to figure out how because neither you nor stubborn ass Steve were going to change your mind.

Sharon and Steve were reminiscing on Mrs. Carter as you and Sam half payed attention to the TV, continuing to chat quietly between each other. That was til an explosion onscreen stole your attention. You sat up abruptly, turning up the volume as you watched the UN building blow up over and over again.

"Steve!" You yelled, drawing him in at a dead sprint from the other room as he mentally checked you over for injuries. "Look." Sharon pulled out her phone, calling her resources as you dialed Natasha because you're sister-equivalent was in that building. Silence surrounded the room as you saw the man you'd been looking for, for over a year appear on the screen being named responsible.

"I have to go." Sharon mumbled. You all let her leave, nothing but silence surrounding you as you all decided to pull out all the stops to find Bucky before someone else got to him first.