A/N: Hello again everyone! Sorry that I haven't updated in so long but I have just been sooo damn busy! I got a job, got my black belt, had exams, went overseas and everything else seemed to happen all at once! But to make up for the big gap, here are the next 3 chapters! Hope that you have all enjoyed this story so far! It's almost over now! :(

Chapter 13: Greiving

The room was a complete mess when they arrived. There was debris everywhere, and doctors were patching everyone up. Anastasia noticed the female agent that had an input in the discussion earlier had a huge cut on her head, and one of the medics was wiping the blood away to clean it up and cover it.

Anastasia stayed standing at the back of the room, next to the table. Steve stood beside her, quietly looking over the room at all of the damage that had been done. Tony walked to one of the monitors and tried to get the system back online, but he soon gave up because he needed some food.

Anastasia did a sweep of the room before looking back to the female agent. She no longer had blood dripping down her cheek, but it wasn't patched up yet. Anastasia wondered what rank she held, it was obviously higher than most of the agents here.

Suddenly, Steve froze at her side, putting his hand up to his ear to listen to the voice of Fury through the comm he had. Anastasia looked up at his face, which was impassive. Then something Fury said made his face fall, and he looked a bit upset. He dropped his hand to his side again and put his hand on the railing in front of him, taking a deep breath.

"What happened?" Anastasia asked, hoping that no one had died. She put her hand on Steve's arm in comfort, and he looked up into her eyes.

"Phil Coulson is gone," he said. Anastasia's heart sank. She saw Steve talking to Coulson about trading cards that he wanted Steve to sign, when she was in the security camera room. "I never got to sign his trading cards." He dropped his head again, looking at the floor in grief.

Anastasia didn't know what to do, so she lifted his hands off the railing and turned him to face her. She carefully lifted his head to look at her. "Hey. It's not your fault. It's not your fault he died. I'm sure he died believing that you would still be a hero in the new world," she whispered to him. He stared back at her with soft eyes, thankful that she was comforting him. It was so much easier to get through things when you had someone there to comfort you and tell you it was going to be okay.

"Thank you for your comfort, Ma'am," he whispered back.

"Call me Anastasia, Steve," she said a bit louder, smiling at him for being so traditional. Then again, it is what you'd expect from someone who was born in the 40's.

He nodded, and it stayed quiet for the next minute or so. The silence wasn't awkward, though, and it was probably the first time that Steve had ever experienced a comfortable silence before.

Anastasia's thoughts turned to Natasha. "Do you know if Natasha is okay?" she asked nervously.

"Last I heard, she went to stop Agent Barton from doing any more damage to this ship. Apparently he did all the work and the others were just a distraction," Steve told her.

She gasped. "We have to go find her. They are equal fighters, and he's been possessed, so he will be fighting to kill." Steve nodded and clicked his earpiece on.

"Agent Romanoff, are you there?" he asked, not looking away from Anastasia.

There was no answer for about thirty seconds, and Anastasia looked scared. "Yep, I'm here, Cap. Why?" she kept her tone normal, easily covering the hurt of fighting her partner and the blinding pain in her ankle.

"Anastasia was getting worried," he trailed off.

"Where is she?" Anastasia asked, gritting her teeth in annoyance at her sister.

Steve repeated the question to Natasha. "I'm in the detention lab. Where are you? I'm coming to you."

"No, Natasha! Don't! We'll come to you!" Anastasia yelled, knowing that Natasha could hear her, but she also got some strange and annoyed looks from some of the medics and agents in the room.

"Natasha, stay right where you are. We'll come find you-" Steve told Natasha through the earpiece.

Natasha cut him off, walking through the doorway behind them. "No need."

Anastasia ran over to her and walked her to the table to sit on one of the chairs before Natasha could protest. "I'm fine," she muttered as she sat down.

Anastasia carefully took Natasha's boots and socks off her feet and Steve gasped at the sight. Anastasia looked angrily up at her older sibling, who returned her gaze warily.

"You are not fine, Natasha," Anastasia seethed. Steve shook his head, in agreement, saying no.

"Well, I refuse to be patched up out here, I'm going to my room." Natasha argued, pulling away from Anastasia and tried to stand, using all of the left over adrenaline that she had to walk away. "Don't. Follow," she said sternly over her shoulder before leaving the room.

Anastasia stood back up and Steve walked to her side. "She's hiding something," Anastasia muttered to him. "And she probably won't make it to her room, either. So I say we follow her." Steve nodded in silent agreement, following Anastasia through the doors after Natasha.

They kept their distance until they came to stand outside Natasha's quarters. Anastasia and Steve glanced at each other before she knocked on the door. They waited for a reply that never came, so Steve stepped in front of Anastasia and typed in a code, which undid the lock. He stepped back for Anastasia to open the door, peeking inside over her shoulder.

Natasha was nowhere to be seen.

Anastasia quietly swore in Spanish. Then she remembered something. She looked up at Cap in realization.

"Clint Barton." Steve looked at her in confusion for a second. Then he understood what she meant. She started walking towards Clint's door but Steve stopped her.

"He won't be in there. He'll be in the infirmary." Anastasia nodded, letting Steve lead her to the infirmary.

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