Back for another chapter :). Thanks to all who have reviewed and followed and such. Be sure to check out wolfehr, and their amazing fan fiction, Our Situation, a great Captain America fanfic. They influence this fan fiction a lot :)

So, hope you guys enjoy. A short chapter with not much action, but next chapter things will pick up, promise.

Enjoy!

Steve once again heard the shattering of glass and looked down in surprise. Natasha's water glass, which he had been holding, was now a mess of water and glass on the floor. "Are you okay?" Natasha asked, looking up at Steve worriedly.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he replied. He went back into the kitchen and grabbed another towel and a broom and dustpan. Working methodically, he wiped away the water and swept the glass shards into the dustpan. Natasha kept watching him while he did this, curiously peeping over the side of the couch as if a man sweeping something up was the most intriguing thing she'd ever seen.

"You sure you're okay?" she asked

"I'm hardly sure of anything. Just a memory. It'll pass." Steve replied and stood up to throw the glass shards away.

"Some memories even time can't fade," Natasha countered. "Trust me. I know."

Steve threw away the glass shards just as the sunset was beginning to fade. Natasha's eyes were looking sleepy. "Want a blanket?" he asked.

"Sure," she replied sleepily.

Steve went into his bedroom and pulled an extra blanket out of the closet. When he came back, Natasha was asleep. He put the blanket gently over her and looked at her wound. Blood was turning the white bandages red.

"Idiot. She needs stitches," Steve thought. But who was he to call her an idiot? All he knew about her was that she was an assassin that almost died today and he had helped her. What had he gotten himself into?

The next morning, Steve was awoken by someone talking. "Shit," they were muttering under their breath. Steve got out of bed and walked quietly into the living room, where he found Natasha, sitting up, her head in her hands.

"What?" he asked.

"Did I stay here last night?" she replied, lifting her head and staring at Steve.

"Yeah. You got wounded. I thought I would help you."

"I don't need your help. I was fine on my own," she replied and tried to get up. A look of pain crossed her face and she sat back down, frowning.

"You obviously needed my help yesterday," Steve said, coming to stand next to her.

"Know who needed my help? Fury needed my help!" She yelled.

Steve jogged his memory. When he and Peggy wanted to retire, they had put Nick Fury and Alexander Pierce in charge.

"What about Fury?" Steve questioned.

"Like you care," she spat back.

"Look," Steve said, kneeling next to her. "I don't know what your problem is and I haven't done anything to make you this way. I helped you when you needed help. I gave you a place to stay. All I want to know is how you ended up like this and what happened to the man I appointed at SHIELD!" He didn't mean to sound so angry, but he was. Here was this woman, this infuriating yet beautiful woman, accepting his help one moment and then telling him off the next.

"You want to know my problem?" She said quietly.

"Yes. That's what I've been saying." He fought to understand this wall that she had built up around herself. If he could break that wall down, things may make more sense.

"I've been pursued ruthlessly by a man in a metal arm, going to extreme lengths to kill me. It turns out I no longer have a job, which I shouldn't be worried about when millions of people are about to die. On top of that, now I'm wounded and the closest person I have to family is dead," she sighed.

Steve understood that Bucky was the man with the metal arm, but everything else made no sense.

"Who is that?" Steve asked.

"Fury," she replied and noticed the look of surprise on his face. "He's dead."

Okay, for those of you that watched CAWS, this fanfic will be a little different. I am not completely following the plot, but there will be some scenes from it. IE: the hellicarriers and taking them down, and a few others.

This chapter may not make much sense now, but I will explain everything in the next chapter.

Thank you nellanna for your kind review!

Be sure to check out wolfehr's fanfic, Our Situation, which, as I said before, majorly influences this fanfic.

Thanks for reading! New chapter in a few days.