And here we are, back with part II. Thanks for everyone who still follows this story! :)

Natasha looks pleased that this time she is a mere onlooker of the unfolding events. Steve is rather flustered but seems to keep control. Tony raises his gaze from his feet at me. I wait for him to speak. When he does, his tone is strangely low and distant.

"We killed all of them. That was the mission."

"So you followed your orders," I clarify. He nods curtly.

"Bullshit," Steve spits. "Tony Stark only follows the orders he wants to follow. And since nobody usually questions him when he does not, he had no reason to shoot."

"Well, you were held captive by one of the most dangerous organisations in Russia. It was your fault, by the way. I went there to rescue you and I did. If you want to talk about casualties, let's talk about casualties and tell us about all your unnecessary kills in the war, Cap."

Steve stands up again, followed by Natasha doing the same. She faces Steve placing a hand on his shoulder. "Steve, come on." She turns to look at Tony who still sits on the couch and carefully observes his nails. "Are you going to get in a freaking catfight over the mission? Because if so, I am all for it, truly. I'll go and write fifty emails to notify everyone and bet all my savings. But you should do it somewhere else. And not right now. Let's just get over with this bloody session." It is official; Natasha has never showed up to this bloody session. She sent the Widow instead.

Steve sits back with a groan. "Kills I should have not committed don't matter when it comes to the ones you did and shouldn't have." His voice is surprisingly calm now.

I clear my throat. "So you are convinced you could have turned that man—"

"Boy, rather," Steve cuts in.

"Oh come on. He was part of the mafia. If that is not enough of a reason to call him a man I don't know what is," Tony huffs.

"He was still a kid," Steve counters stubbornly.

"Right, and Romanoff was just a little girl when she first killed someone, right?" Tony retorts glancing at Natasha. "Still she was meant to be taken out when she was still a teenager. Dangerous people are dangerous, no matter the age."

"The fact that the assassin SHIELD sent for me made a different call means everything to me, Stark," Natasha says quietly. "I am one of the best assets of SHIELD now."

"Are you saying I killed a possible Avenger?" Tony snaps.

"I am saying that you made a decision and now you have to take responsibility for it," she answers.

"Alright," I start again as Tony stays silent. "Steve, do you think you could have escaped with the help of this… individual and got away far enough without him telling on you? I mean if Natasha is correct his mates probably would have started torturing him for information right away. He would have probably told them about your whereabouts and ended up killed for helping you while you might have been captured again."

"Would have, could have, might have," Steve shrugs. "This is one possible way, yes, but we'll never know. I might have been able to take him with me."

"You only talk about possibilities as well," I point out. He frowns at me.

"Tony, did you notice anything that indicated that this person was not dangerous to Steve or could be turned or—"

"No," he says. "I did what my best judgement indicated."

"You said you followed your orders," I remark.

"As Rogers said, I only follow them when they are similar to my ideas." I take a deep breath before continuing. Tony did kind of lie to me. There goes my theory about the Sincere Session.

"Steve, in a reversed situation, do you think you would have stopped to think before shooting?" I ask.

Steve shrugs. "I don't know, Stella. All I know is that murdering anyone should never come easily. And if we have a chance to reduce that count, we should."

"Moving words, Captain. What a pity the world does not work like that," Tony responds.

"Well aren't you the one priding yourself in always striving to change this world for the better?" Steve asks.

I can see Tony remains speechless. He diverts his gaze from mine once again choosing to stare at his feet. I can also see that this conflict will not be resolved even if we sit here all day. "Okay, thank you for your cooperation today," I say. "I am sure you have a lot to take care of now that you are back. I hope we'll be able to have another session together." They look at me in a way that clearly shows they hope for the opposite.

"Natasha, could you please stay for a moment?" I add as they make their way to the door. She rolls her eyes but sits back on the couch.

"How did it happen exactly?" I prod. "Were you there too?"

She nods slowly. "Are you going to include this in the report?"

"Yes. In the classified report. They won't know you told me."

"They already do."

I raise my eyebrow. "Natasha, I want to help. It seems this mission was way too messy and some people are worried that it will negatively affect the team."

"Well, at least those people will learn that they have to send Barton with me to rescue missions of this kind. But no, they had to choose the guy who once literally looked into seventeen cameras stating that he is Iron Man. This was a job for spies."

"Tony said the mission was about killing all the capturers off."

"Yes. If it had been a mission given to Team Delta, I'm telling you we would have done it without shedding a drop of blood if we had wanted to. Going in, getting Steve out, waiting for getting picked up. Easy. We have done that a hundred times."

"So what happened this time?"

She sighs in irritation. "We finally reached the basement. Steve was held in a cell that actually had two guards in front of it. Now I don't want you to believe I am holding a grudge against Fury or Coulson, but two guards means they damn well knew it."

"Knew what?"

"That we're coming, Stella. Stay with me, will you?" She asks amusedly with a smirk. "If it had been Clint with me, there would have been no guards is all I'm saying."

"Fair enough," I nod. It seems Natasha had an equally hard time without Barton as he did without her.

"I took out one of them, Steve was shouting and Stark took out the other. The one who Steve warmed up to." She pauses for a moment, thinking. "It turned out later he shouted at us not to kill the boy. But how were we supposed to know that, right?"

I hum and nod. "Thank you. For the information." She smiles. It is still the Black Widow. I can see she measure me as if to determine if I am interesting enough for her to bite.

"Are you alright? It seems you are not really shattered by the events of the mission."

She looks at me raising her eyebrow. "Are you saying I don't have a heart?"

"I—"

"Because if so, thank you for finally admitting what I've been saying all this time. This was a job and the only feeling I have about it is resentment for not having been able to do it better because of the conditions I was given."

"You said you don't hold a grudge."

She shrugs nonchalantly. "Perhaps I do in the end."

"Because agent Barton was not sent out with you?"

Natasha stands up. "Have a nice week, Miss Moon. I take it this counts as my session?"

"You can't avoid the topic forever, you know," I remark. "Not to mention it would probably help if you talked about him. At least a little."

"Why would I? You got a lot of stories out of him already. And by the way, I did not want him to kill me that day. That's all in his head."

"So you were just bested by Hawkeye?"

She sucks in a breath. She either has to admit now that she could be outsmarted and defeated or that she was willing to die that day in Warsaw. But she does neither. Obviously. "It was a pleasure as always, Stella." She leaves with quick but even steps.

"Yeah, that's great. So you didn't achieve anything?" Coulson asks when I bring the reports in his office and fill him in.

"Excuse me?" I snap. "If it weren't for me, your classified files would still say Tony and Steve in a beef. Now you have the details. You are welcome."

He sighs and nods. "Alright, alright. Okay, you did great. Thanks." He waits for a moment looking at me expectantly. "So?"

"So what?"

"What is your solution?"

"I'm sorry? It would take weeks and weeks of therapy to get them to the level where—"

"You get two days." I stare at Phil in disbelief.

"Mr Coulson, could you please show a person in this building who understands what psychologists are? I would rather talk to them."

"Miss Moon, Director Fury is getting frustrated with the turn of events. Anything could happen and we have to stand by with a fully operational teams. Not in weeks. Now."

"It's not my job to come up with wild ideas to resolve a conflict that you have no time for," I retort.

"Make it yours then."

From: Philip Coulson

To: Stella Moon

Date: June 27, 2012

Subject: Re: Idea for conflict resolution

Are you sure this will work?

From: Stella Moon

To: Philip Coulson

Date: June 27, 2012

Subject: Re: Idea for conflict resolution

No.