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A/N Just a little update on my life: the hell that we all call school started back up today and I am so tired, have a headache and my feet are bleeding from the shoes. And I wonder why I hate it.
About the story: so here we enter in to the wonderful world of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. I'm not doing every scene that Natasha's in, only the ones that are relevant to the plot, but the ones that I don't do still happen. I'm going to change a few of the lines and add some extra in. But you'll read that soon so on with the chapter and don't forget to review!
A couple of minutes later I go and pick up Cap. I know where he is. Aside from training newbies, I'm also trailing Cap around a bit. Only to make sure he fits in to modern day society, of course. At this time, he's probably running so I send him a text. 'Mission Alert. Extraction Imminent. Meet at the curb. :)' I don't know why I add the smiley face. Maybe it's to make it seem like it's from me, not a S.H.I.E.L.D. computer. Anyway, no matter why I have, I've sent it. I've done a couple of missions with him since New York and he's alright, though he doesn't quite get my way of doing things, and hates some of my methods.
I pick him up, after finding him with a friend. He's not fitting in to the world very well, so this has to be good for him. We drive to the hangar where we wait for the STRIKE team that will be accompanying us to retrieve the hostages off the ship. We all clamber aboard the jet and sit in silence until Rumlow sees fit to go through what happened with us. Captain Rogers makes up a plan, just off the top of his head, but that's in his nature, and they usually work.
"Alright, I'm gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc, Nat you kill the engines and wait for instructions." He says more but I don't hear it. How dare he call me Nat! Only Clint can call me that, and yes sometimes he does it publicly, but he knows never to on missions, and he's gained my trust to be able to call me that. And Tasha, but no one knows that. Eva can call me Alia, but she's my little sister. Maybe Nat too, but again she's my little sister, and although I might not trust her completely, I trust her a lot more than Rogers. Besides, Cap should know better than that, I've only attacked Tony a few hundred times for attempting to give me nicknames. However instead of losing my cool, ask him if he did anything fun on Saturday night.
Fury's dead, and The Winter Solider killed him. I shouldn't have let myself be persuaded to stop looking for him when Clint tried to stop me those years ago. Yes, Rogers may not think the director was all that, but I understand- understood- him. All his 'compartmentalization' and wanting to be the shield that protected people. He gave me a chance, a small chance when I should have been killed, and many people would have killed me. And now he's dead.
After seeing his body lying there, cleaned up with his eye patch and all, with Steve and Maria standing behind me, I run out. Neither of them can see me cry. I'm supposed to be the Black Widow. The one with no emotions. And Rogers will probably 'accidentally' mention it to Stark and I'll never hear the end of it. Cap tries to talk to me and for once I'm glad Rumlow's around. I get the USB out of the vending machine. I don't know why he hid it there. Does he like pink hubba bubba? It's not my favourite, but some days, I'll chew anything.
I don't know why, but I find myself in the holding cells of S.H.I.E.L.D. Getting there through the vents, I drop down in to Eva's cell. S.H.I.E.L.D. are so stupid, putting vents in cells. Not only could the prisoners get out, but I can get in and they'd never even notice. Eva looks worried the second I drop in with mascara dripping down my face. "Alia, what's wrong? Calm down... Tell me.." She continues to whisper soothing words until I can speak.
"Fury's dead..." I whisper, and once I've said it, the realization dawns on me that it's not some rumour, intended to scare someone, but that it's actually true and the man that gave me a chance at being a better assassin than I was, one who although killed, killed the evil people, not the ones trying to save lives, it's true that he has died. She looks confused, because at times I've confessed that I'd been annoyed by him, the 'stupid pirate' I think I called him. "He gave me a chance." We sit in silence for a few minutes, before I realise that I have to pick myself up, like I did after Coulson was killed two years ago and carry on with the mission I've been assigned. Eva tries to stop me leaving, and I tell her that if someone tries to make her leave the cell she should escape through the vents and hide. I give her my address and an apartment key, and leave for the hospital. I hope she's alright.
I chew some pink hubba bubba to take my mind off her.
New Jersey is not really a place people go for their honeymoons, Cap. I wouldn't want to go there anyway. The person who developed this drive may be slightly smarter than me, but they're definitely a lot smarter than him. Sorry, Cap.
He's really bad at the spy-on-the-run thing. And I think he can tell. Still, he questions everything that I tell him. Put your arm around me. Why? Somehow, and I don't know how, with about six S.H.I.E.L.D. STRIKE teams trying to find us, we make it to the escalator. Then I see Rumlow coming up it. "Kiss me." I don't want to do this but I have to. He looks confused so I explain my thought process. "Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable."
"Yes," He replies, "They do." I then kiss him, and feel terrible about it. I've used this as a distraction technique before, but only with Clint. I don't feel comfortable doing this with Cap, and I don't think he is either. As soon as we're past Rumlow, I break away and turn around, walking down the escalator.