Warning, I'm posting a second chapter today so FluffyKatFan can read it before bedtime, and I can go to bed a little early. If you have not read chapter 13, this wiill not make sense. Hope you enjoy.

Berllin

Sharon was pacing when Steve walked into the apartment with Bucky. "Paperwork is complete. We can take Bucky home," Steve said with a smile.

"Good, because we have a problem. You forgot your phone. Natasha called, and she sounded off. Something's wrong, Steve. She hung up and she's not answering her phone."

"Do you think it was because you answered?"

Sharon shook her head. "No, well, maybe a little. Something's really wrong. It sounded like goodbye. She asked me not to hurt you and to not to let you forget you're a good father."

"It's still really early there. She could have gone back to sleep, but I don't like the sound of this. I'll call Clint," Steve frowned.

Clint answered on the third ring. "What's going on, Cap? It's still dark outside."

"I have to talk to Natasha. She's not answering her phone. Can you check on her, Clint?"

"Yeah, sure, hold on," Clint replied as he walked down the hallway. "Steve, she's not here. Nicole is still in her bed. Maybe she went down-" Clint paused. "Oh crap. She left a note. Steve, it says she's going after the other mastermind who created Nicole."

"What? Where is she?"

"It's Nat, Steve. She didn't leave a lot of details. The note asks me to take care of Nicole until one of you get back. She also said not to worry and not to get involved. That's all it says. I'll put in some calls."

"Try Coulson first. We'll be on the next flight. Keep Nicole safe and find her for me, Clint. I don't think I can live without her."

New York

"Fisk is extremely well protected and he would be a match for us even if he were on his own, Natasha. You realize that, right?" Matt Murdock asked after Natasha told him everything Coulson's team had found.

"I know what I'm asking," Natasha replied, "but she's my daughter."

"If we do this, I won't kill him. I won't let you kill him either."

"I remember your Catholic boy standards. Killing him wouldn't solve my problem. There's no way of knowing how many people in Fisk's organization know about my daughter. I have another idea. I just need your help to pull it off."

"I'm listening."

"Shield offered to change Nicole's memories, so she wouldn't remember what Hydra put her through. I turned down the offer, but it gave me an idea. If we can get Fisk to Coulson, he can manipulate his memories."

"Erase his memories of your daughter? Turn him into a good man? Natasha, you're crazy."

"No. Eventually, you and Nelson will get him and he'll pay for everything he's done. I'm only interested in protecting my daughter. We'll plant memories of the project as a failure that needs to be covered up to protect his wife. Vanessa, right? She's his weakness. He'll think the only way to protect Vanessa is to delete all information about Nicole and the project."

"You realize he won't stop at deleting files. He'll put out a kill order on everyone who was involved, Natasha."

"But, your hands will be clean, Matt. Who knows? He might take out enough of his own organization to make your job easier. You want Fisk behind bars. I want my daughter to have a normal life. It's a win-win."

"I'm not so sure my hands will be clean. Those deaths-"

"Will be at Fisk's hands. They knew the risks when they took his money. Think about it. I'm going in with or without you, but I have a much better chance of coming out alive with your help. You once told me you loved me-"

"And, you told me you didn't feel the same. I've moved on, Natasha."

"Good, because I still don't love you. But, I do love my daughter. There's nothing I won't do to keep her safe. Help me."

Matt sighed. "Okay, I'm in but no killing. What Fisk does is Fisk's business, but we aren't killing anyone."

"Fair enough. We go in tonight. I've already talked to Coulson's team. He's sending his best operatives as back up."

"Are you sure you don't want to involve the Avengers or, at least Captain America?"

"I've thought this through. I need to leave them out of this one. If I fail, they can keep Nicole safe."

"Have it your way, Natasha. Let's work on a plan. Vanessa recently had an operation. She's recovering at home, and Fisk has round the clock nurses. If we can replace the evening nurse with you, we have our way inside."

Several hours later, a disguised Natasha found herself in Fisk's mansion being whisked into her target's office. The man was sitting behind the desk. Natasha walked straight to his desk and put her hand out to shake his hand. "Mr. Fisk, it's nice to meet you. I'm Laura Jenkins. I'll be taking over for Mrs. Reynolds tonight."

Fisk looked her over with a frown. "I don't like surprises, Ms. Jenkins. Why didn't the service call and inform me you would be coming?"

"They certainly should have called, sir. Honestly, the people in the office have no idea how much trouble their incompetence causes," Natasha said in an exasperated tone. "Here are my references. Please look them over. If I don't meet your standards, I'll call the office myself and get a replacement."

Fisk took the papers from Natasha's hand. She had no worries. The papers were flawless. She had made sure of it. He finally handed the papers back to her and nodded. "Everything appears to be in order. My wife is very important to me, Ms. Jenkins. I want her to have the very best care. You will sit with her the entire night. If she so much as coughs, I will expect a report."

"Of course, sir. I understand completely. Believe me when I say you will be the first person to know if she takes a turn for the worse. Family is important."

Fisk turned to one of his guards. "Take her to my wife's room."

Natasha waited about an hour to put the plan into action. When Vanessa woke up for a drink of water, Natasha put the clear, tasteless drug into her glass. The drug wouldn't cause any permanent damage, but it would be enough to convince anyone the woman was in distress. After just a few minutes, it had taken affect. Natasha quickly went to the guard at the door. "Get Mr. Fisk. I'm calling an ambulance. I think Mrs. Fisk has a pulmonary embolism. She's short of breath. Get him right now."

Fisk quickly made his way to the room to find Natasha by his wife's side, looking like an efficient nurse. Natasha barked orders to the guards and kept putting the stethoscope to Vanessa's chest.

"Sir, the ambulance is here," the guard informed them.

Before Fisk could answer, Natasha shouted, "Get them in here. I'll accompany my patient to the hospital. Mr. Fisk, you should go with us."

"Absolutely not, Mr. Fisk. You need to follow in one of your cars for your protection," one of the guards replied.

"Mr. Fisk should be with his wife," Natasha shouted. She paused and looked at Fisk. "I'm very concerned for your wife's life. If something were to happen, don't you want to be with her?"

"Of course, I do," Fisk agreed, fully taking the bait. "Follow behind us. I'm going with Vanessa."

The "paramedics" entered the room and Natasha helped move Vanessa onto the stretcher. Natasha nodded at Melinda and Jemma. They certainly looked like medical professionals, and Fisk was too concerned with his wife to be suspicious.

They quickly got into the ambulance. Natasha sat Fisk beside Vanessa, while Jemma drew up a sedative and jabbed it into Fisk's neck. He went down almost immediately. Jemma sighed. "Glad Daredevil was able to tell us about Fisk's unique physique. If we had used a standard dose, we would be in trouble."

May nodded. "I just hope Mack, Sky, and Daredevil managed to handle the body guards. Let's get Fisk to the quinjet and get this done."

A few hours later, Natasha and Matt were back in Matt's apartment. The mission was a complete success, and Fisk and Vanessa were safely dropped off at the local hospital. Fisk was playing the role of dutiful husband and his guards, who had also gone through the procedure, were standing outside the hospital room door and none of them were even aware of what had taken place.

"Thank you, Matt. I owe you," Natasha said with a smile.

"We always were a good team. I have to admit, I still miss us. What went wrong again?"

"Well, there was the constant bickering."

"Yeah, but the making up was incredible."

"I knew it had to end when you told me you loved me," Natasha said softly. "I cared way too much about you to lead you on."

"You could stay a few days. I promise not to fall back in love with you. It could be carefree and casual just like it was in the beginning," Matt whispered, pulling Natasha into his arms. "We were good together outside of missions, too."

Natasha pulled back before Matt had the chance to kiss her. "I'm in love with Steve."

"Really? Are you completely sure you want to be in love with someone who is obviously into someone else? Think about it, Natasha. I know you're still attracted to me, and I'm right here."

"Goodbye, Matt. Thanks for the help, but I'm going back to the Compound."

"At least wait until morning."

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "I think going now is the best plan. I'm not who I was when we were together, Matt. I love Steve and, even if he chooses her, I'm pretty sure I'll always love him." She kissed Matt's cheek and left. She could be home by early morning.

Avengers Compound

Natasha walked through the doors of the building a little before 8 in the morning. "Ms. Romanoff, shall I inform the others you have arrived. Captain Rogers has been quite concerned by your disappearance," Jarvis announced.

"Steve is back?"

"Captain Rogers arrived late last night. Would you like me to get him for you?"

"No, I'll handle it myself. Thanks Jarvis."

Natasha was nervous as she walked to Steve's door. This was it. She wasn't going to let him stop her from talking until she told him she loved him.

The door opened, and an obviously sleepy Sharon opened the door. She was wearing Steve's t-shirt and a quick glance at the couch told Natasha everything she needed to know. There was no bedding in the living room. Sharon had just left Steve's bed.

"You're back. We've been so worried. No one could reach you or Coulson or anyone who knew anything. We need to wake Steve," Sharon exclaimed, not even noticing the look on Natasha's face until the words were out of her mouth. "It's not what-"

"Get dressed, Carter. It's time for us to settle this once and for all. Meet me in the gym," Natasha commanded and she turned to walk away.

"Natasha, let me explain."

"Explain it on the mat, Agent Carter. You've got five minutes."

Okay, this was an extremely tricky chapter to write. I haven't watched much of the Daredevil series. Actually, I just watched a little bit to try to get the character voices right. I guess I know what my next Netflix binge will be, because I was impressed. I've been looking forward to writing the exchange between Natasha and Sharon for a few days. It should be up tomorrow. I still don't own Marvel. Darn it, if I did, Romangers would be all over the screen.