A/N: Hey guys, I'm gonna give you a few more chapters, because I'm just too excited to keep these to myself :) Enjoy!

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"For whatever reason, I'm having a hard time keeping up with you." Steve said, as we fought later that week.

"My best friend taught me everything she knows. She's quick, lethal. They don't call her the Black Widow for nothing," I said, moving away from his attack quickly.

"Why can't we box?" He asked, to which I smiled.

"Because your opponent won't always be standing in the same position. You need to know how to deal with someone up close. The shield won't help in close contact. Not as much as martial arts." I said as I sashayed away from his lunges at me. He memorized my moves quickly because before I knew it, he had grabbed me and had me on my back before I could comprehend. Apparently my shock made him worry he had thrown me to the mat too hard.

"Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked, carefully checking my head for injuries. I was silent as I felt his hands on me. It had been months since I had felt a man's touch, and Steve's eyes were luring me in.

"Sera?" He asked softly, as my fingers splayed over his chest. Through the thin t-shirt, I could feel the rippling of his muscles, and I shuddered.

"Sera?" He whispered, his head lowering. It was almost as if time stopped. We didn't kiss at first, but stopped before our parted lips could touch. We sat there, looking into each other's eyes and breathing heavily. When he finally brushed his lips across mine, I moaned softly. His lips were soft, but firm as they determined to kiss me senseless.

"Steve, stop," I said, gathering my head after the first few mind-blowing kisses. He barely registered his name before he noticed that I wasn't kissing back anymore. Quickly pushing him off of me, I ran for my stuff. I heard him calling my name as I ran out the door of the gym, but I didn't listen. Running for my car, I pulled into traffic as quick as I could. I was thankful I had packed my duffel bag earlier in the week and I only had to pick it up from my apartment.

Secret Agent Man, Secret Agent Man, They've given you a number and taken away your name, played from my phone.

"Hey Phil," I said answering, shakily.

"Something's happened, we need you to come in."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"The Tesseract's been lost. A God called Loki took it."

"Thor's brother?" I asked, remembering the research I had done, on what went down in New Mexico.

"There's something else. Barton's been compromised," He said, making my blood run cold.

"How?" I asked, stopping at my building.

"Fury said he's under the power of Loki's scepter. Has the power to turn people's will," Coulson explained.

"Has she been told?" I asked, knowing Coulson would understand whom I was really talking about.

"Yes," He said, tapping the microphone on his phone twice.

"I'll be at base in two hours," I said, getting out.

"I need to go get your father. Care to join me?" Phil said, making me re-think my decision to flee.

"Why my father?" I asked.

"Fury's bringing them in." Of course, I would choose the wrong time to kiss a friend, only to be forced to see said friend while we worked together.

"You can get him, I need to take a jet by myself tonight," I said as I entered my apartment quickly. Grabbing the bag, I forced myself to keep walking back.

"Alright, but I expect a reason later." He said, hanging up.

"Is there even a good one?" I said to myself, gripping my bag tighter.


When I first learned to fly, it was because no one else was willing to test out my creation. I had to figure things out for myself, which wasn't easy. Designing a jet was one thing, but flying it was completely different. Now, I was the best pilot SHIELD had, next to Clint and May.

Only being with SHIELD three years, it was surprising how quickly I had risen in the ranks. I didn't attend the Academy, because Fury saw something in me that didn't need to be trained. At first I thought it was because I was a Stark, but Fury quickly put that thought out of my head. I was smarter than most agents, and most of the department heads. I was currently level nine; three levels higher than Natasha and Clint, but because of my brain, not brawn. I was lethal with a gun, agile with martial arts, and scary when it came to creating things.

"I have the strange urge to retire early," I said, noting how the flight deck seemed to buzz more than usual.

"Stark," a man said in greeting.

"Sitwell," I said back, nodding.

"The Director would like a full diagnostics run before you turn in. We need to make sure everything is functional for tomorrow."

"I'll just drop my stuff in my room." I said, moving to enter the Helicarrier. Lower level Agents greeted me in fear, to which I smirked.

"Who has got helper duty today," I wondered aloud as I happened on the command center.

"Agent Stark," A young man said, cowering slightly.

"Okay, you I can work with. Remember, I don't like show offs. Everything has to be checked three times before we can think about getting any sleep." I said, to which he nodded sharply.

"Yes ma'am," he said, grabbing a tablet and following me.

"The engine mainframe is a highly volatile and dangerous place. If you do not follow my orders, you can not only injure yourself, but endanger the lives of every crew member." I said, as I quickly dropped my bag off at my small living space on the ship.

"Do not touch something unless I say it can be touched, do not move an inch unless I say it is safe to do so. Do not even think about playing a video game while in here, because if you do, you will be out of SHIELD before you can say Angry Birds." I said, tying my hair up in a ponytail. He swallowed hard, to which I heard him turn off his phone. Smiling to myself, I opened the door to the Mainframe.

"Radiation suit on," I said pointing towards them. He quickly scrambled to step into one, as I nimbly checked the conditions of the computer. It was one of my finest creations. Imagine the world's biggest super computer, tucked away safely in the heart of a battleship. And that battleship had turbines that lifted it 36,000 feet into the air.

"Okay," I said, looking at my assistant, "Let's get started."


Five hours later I had completed the final check of the ship. I had done it an extra time by myself just to ensure we hadn't missed anything.

"You look like hell," I heard behind me as I walked toward my room.

"Я чувствую, что смерть нагревается более," I replied in Russian turning to see Natasha leaning against a wall.

"You need sleep," she said tracing the bags under my eyes.

"I'll sleep when we have the Tesseract back, and Barton isn't under the spell of a deranged God." I said, trying very hard not to snap at her.

"Сестра , пойдите сон. Вы это заслужили," she said, pushing me toward my room. I don't remember her helping me into my bed, but I fell asleep quickly.

When I woke next, I didn't remember where I was. There was a pounding on my door, and I heard Coulson's voice yelling for me to get my ass out of bed.

"I'm awake," I said, getting up and opening the door.

"You have been helping Captain Rogers? And you didn't tell me?" He asked, as I rolled my eyes.

"Because I knew you'd fangirl about it." I said, picking my tablet up and quickly brushing my hair with my fingers.

"Don't change the subject. He said something about making a mistake and that you'd never forgive him for it. What did he do?" Phil asked, clearly more excited about this than he ever has been about anything.

"He… we… kissed." I said, huffing. His eyes lit up, hearing the latest gossip.

"You've got it all wrong. We were sparing, and then it just happened. It was confusing, because he hasn't even gotten used to a microwave yet, and a relationship, just months after waking up in a new time, does not bode well for either party."

"You want a relationship?" Phil asked, clearly wanting more gossip. My lack of response must have been a confirmation for him because his smile got even wider.

"It's weird, and confusing." I said, giving him the stink eye.

"I bet it's not, and you're just playing hard to get because of the last time you let a guy get too close." Phil said, a softer tone to his voice.

"Don't you dare mention Russia! We are never going to talk about him again. It was bad enough I was on a mission, but when it's the person you were meant to be tracking, it's a line I'd rather never come close to again." I growled.

"Only you and Natasha ever believed that ghost story." Phil said, motioning for me to follow him.

"He wasn't a ghost," I said, knowing for sure that a ghost couldn't have played my body like he did.

"Well, until you bring proof of anything otherwise…" Phil said as I turned to find Steve had been listening farther down the hall. Before he could look at me with those puppy dog eyes, I turned and headed towards the command center.

"Who was he?" Steve asked when he caught up with me. Turning to him, I knew he wasn't going to let this go.

"His name was Yasha. But most know him by another name that I should never speak of again. If you're really curious, ask Natasha. She's had more run-in's with him. Except, her run in didn't involve running into bed. I got too close, and my judgment was compromised, so I pulled my self off the assignment. And then they found you. You're not the only one with unresolved feelings for someone." I said, not looking up from my tablet.

"Hill," I said, gaining the deputy director's attention.

"All systems go," I said, giving her thumbs up.

"Let's hope we don't have another splashdown," She said with a small smirk.

"We were literally 2 feet above sea level. We were fortunate, and I learned my lesson to triple check everything myself, not let a rookie touch my baby," I said, flipping through my tablet.

"Your baby?" Steve said, trying to get me to talk to him.

"I designed this," I said looking around with pride.

"I'm not just a pretty face. My Dad likes to say that Stark's get smarter with each generation." I said, noticing Phil's hovering.

"Good, let's vanish," I heard Fury say and I knew I should probably go check the turbines.

"Gentleman, Agent Stark," Fury said approaching us. Steve pulled some cash from his wallet and handed Fury a $10 bill. I would have asked him about it, but I was trying not to stare at him.

"Dr. Banner, thank you for coming," Fury said as I came to stand by his side.

"Thank you for asking nicely," The doctor said, "How long will I be staying?"

"Once we have the Tesseract, you're in the wind." Fury said.

"And where are you on that?"

"We're sweeping every wireless accessible camera on the planet. Cell phones, laptops. If it's connected to a satellite, it's eyes and ears for us." Coulson said, nodding.

"It's not going to be enough," Natasha said, kneeling next to one of the computers.

"You'll need to narrow your field. How many Spectrometers do you have access to?" Dr. Banner asked.

"How many are there?" Fury said, a hint of smugness in his tone.

"Call every lab you know. Tell them to put the Spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for Gamma rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm, basic cluster recognition. At least we can rule out a few places. Do you have somewhere for me to work?" He asked, looking at Fury expectantly.

"Agent Romanoff, would you escort Dr. Banner and Agent Stark to the laboratory?"

"You're gonna love it Doc, we've got all the toys." Natasha said, as I gestured for Dr. Banner to follow first. Glancing over at Steve, I could see everything he was thinking and I simply squared my shoulders and headed to the lab.


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