Due to the requests for another chapter, I made the attempt to squeeze this one out.

Like the first chapter, the timeline of Civil War has been altered, but mostly the same. This chapter takes place form the bombing at the UN, to when the three boys are arrested.

Thank you and enjoy!

Steve backed away from the dresser where the television sat. His knees hit the foot of the bed, and he slowly sat down. The news reel continued, though there weren't many more details from had had happened. Not yet, at least.

" I don't get it. We searched everywhere, for two years. Now, he goes and bombs the UN?"

Sam stood at the ready, because he was always at the ready for what could happen, " it doesn't make sense. I know a lot of things with you two don't, but why be so good at not being found, only to make a show?"

" And then let himself be seen. That's a rookie move, not the move of someone who was...trained to be better than that." He watched Steve, fixated on the television, though not paying it any attention, " what do we do, Cap?"

He sighed, " we go to Vienna."

Natasha sighed as well, watching T'Challa walk away from the remains of the United Nations complex. He was heart broken, defeated, and angry- all rightfully so. But, she knew he wasn't the only one. And, as if right on schedule, her phone rang.

" Yeah?"

Steve's deep voice came through the other line, " you alright?"

" Uh, yeah, thanks. I...I got lucky." She then heard the sirens, on either side of her, through the phone and her available ear. She looked around and stood up, still watching- he was close by. " I know how much Barnes means to you, I really do. Stay home. You'll only make this worse, for all of us. Please."

" You saying you'll arrest me?"

Oh, now he wanted to be the sassy tough guy.

" No," she shook her head, because maybe he could see her, " if you interfere, that's how it works now."

" He's this far gone, Nat. I should be the one to bring him in."

" Why?"

" Because I'm the one least likely to die trying."

And he hung up.

" Shit," she whispered under her breath.

Five hours later, they were fugitives of the United States of America- and, in custody. Steve, Sam, and now Bucky, just to add to the fun. Steve was determined, she'd give him that, and now he was a criminal.

Fortunately, it was a clean capture. Sort of. No one was hurt, a lot. They, along with T'Challa and his surprising new role, were brought in to the base in Berlin. After a day that almost led to an epic, Tony Stark heart attack. The base was slowly calming, back to a low buzz as the late night hours were settling in.

Sam and Steve were put away in cells for the night, but they were certainly not that bad in the least. She couldn't be sure where T'Challa was, and Bucky surely wasn't going anywhere (though she wasn't entirely sure where he was either).

" You know, when you said you were on my side, I'm not sure you knew exactly what that meant," Tony later said.

Natasha and the billionaire philanthropist were sitting across from each other in the now empty conference room, exhausted from all the day had entailed. It was only night security that was on duty, watching the cameras of the rooms where Steve and Sam were. Other than that, all was calm on the home front.

Natasha sighed, leaning back in her chair, " it wasn't about picking sides, Tony. You knew he was looking for Barnes, this sure as hell was not going to stop him. I tried."

Tony undid another button on his dow distressed silk shirt (same could be said for the man wearing it). " Why do I have a feeling you didn't try very hard? And I didn't think there would be a four man chase through one of the biggest highways, in the biggest cities with the special forces on their trail."

" I doubt he was either," she said quietly.

But Tony continued his rant, " not to mention, the most wanted assassin since he got the job! Looks great when America's golden boy is working with him."

She watched him for a pretty minute, " that's not fair."

" Neither is the PR nightmare he's putting me through. And that says a lot coming from me."

He had a point. Natasha glanced at the monitor on the other side of the glass wall, the one that showed Steve. A very grainy, unclear Steve, laying curled up on a cot, covered in a gray blanket. Another sigh.

" We seem to always find trouble, we're good at it. This was not the worse thing that has happened. And, like I said, this was something he was looking for."

Tony leaned over his side of the table, " I have to keep Captain America out of jail, Captain America! And Wilson, so, two war veterans."

Natasha glared at him, " three. Three war veterans."

" Don't you do that," Tony pointed to her, and then at the monitor that she had been looking at, " he needs to be brought back to some sort of reality. And yes, I mean you. He listens to you."

" Because he's afraid of me."

" No, that's why I listen to you. He's something different, you now what I mean. Don't make me explain it, it's been a long day."

Natasha pushed back from the table and stood up, " fine. But you have to shut off the audio and the video in there."

" Oh, so that's how it is."

She ripped her jacket off and then whipped it at him. As she walked out of the room, she heard him activating FRIDAY with her request.

Natasha placed her fingers on the keypad outside where Steve was being held. The door unlocked with no issues, and she hoped Tony followed through with their agreement for privacy.

The room was absolutely frozen, there was hardly any time to adjust to that. She couldn't be sure if that was Steve's doing, or an interrogation tactic. Whoever would have planned that was not paying attention to his file.

Steve's shoes were somewhere unseen, his toes wiggled under his socks. The blanket remained- it was not big enough to cover his entire body, so instead, it was draped from his abdomen to over his head. The rest of him was tucked in to a partial fetal position.

Natasha toed off her own shoes and knelt on the edge of the poor excuse for a mattress. He didn't move, he was pretending to be asleep, but she knew better. She dropped to all fours, before finally landing length wise along him, despite their extreme difference in height.

Steve, however, did not budge.

" You're not fooling me," she whispered to the blanket.

" I thought you were Tony."

" Tony get in to bed with you a lot."

He yanked the blanket down- the poor lighting made it hard to see, but she saw enough. " No. But, it's probably against the new rules for you to be here right now."

" Don't you start that," she pushed herself closer to him (he was so warm), " what happened today?"

" Went sight seeing, things got a little out of hand," he saw the sympathetic smirk that she had, and knew it would be short lived if he didn't cave. So, he did. " We got a hint and acted on it. Unfortunately, so did special forces."

" You've been looking a long time."

He sighed, " yeah. I wasn't sure how this would ever go. But, I don't think I meant for this to happen." His nose twitched, and he looked down instead of at her, " he...pretended like he didn't know who I was. But, he had to. He had this notebook and...he has to."

" He said he didn't?"

" pretended to. We didn't get much of a chance to talk before the German swarm,and whatever it was that his highness was up to."

She shivered in the frigid air and on the cold vinyl, " he's safe now, though."

Steve's eyes widened, " gosh, you must be freezing. He pushed himself back and tugged the blanket free before wrapping it around her. She smiled, but he didn't see, especially when he circled his arm around her middle, pulling her close again.

Natasha immediately felt his warmth seep through her clothing. She could feel his chest press against her with each deep breath he took, and his fingers twitching against her back. She was grateful for it. After the events of that day, she thought he would come back in shackles, if at all. She was grateful that he was warm, and that this didn't end worse (it ended rather poorly, she'd admit that). And she knew he would see that too, if he actually took the time to do so.

" Maybe he won't admit that he knows me, because it gets him in trouble. Like what Rumlow said."

" That's possible," she said, " but, the mission is to make sure that he doesn't have that fear anymore."

" Where is he?"

She sighed, nuzzling the collar of his shirt just a bit, " containment, in one of the sub levels. It's harsh, but, he's safe. There's a doctor coming to evaluate him in the morning. It's the first step in all this."

Steve pushed back in a hurry, tensing as he looked down at her, " are you sure he's safe?"

" Yes. Probably considering that most of the people here are afraid of him."

His eyes grew worried, " Natasha!"

That tone got her attention. She watched him, briefly, wanting to see if he would strike again. " He's fine," she spoke much softer, " he's secured to a chair, with steel restraints. Inside a box, that's inside a cell...he's okay." She grabbed at the front of his shirt, " he's not going anywhere, Steve."

Steve rolled to his back, under her so that she was now laying partially on his side, " he's not a danger to anyone, just himself."

" What do you mean by that?"

He shifted again, " he wants...we found him in some apartment he had obviously been staying in. HE wasn't there when Sam and I got there, but he was back before the Germans arrived. I told him they would kill him, and he agreed with that plan, said it would be their best move. He wanted to die."

Natasha turned her face in to the side of his shirt. She knew that got to him, hearing that nearly gutted her as well. She saw him suffer, and she did, too. Ever since the Winter Soldier made his big debut in Washington, there were countless searches that Sam and Steve had ventured on. Even the ones where they knew it would be another dead end, he still went. Bucky wasn't with Hydra anymore, wasn't easy to find, which only worried them that the more alone he was, the more he would be stuck inside his own head.

' I'm like a dog chasing it's own tail,' he once said, ' I won't know what to do if I catch him.'

She reached around him, her hand running up and down his rub cage, " he was pushed to that edge, Steve. Whatever is in his head, I can't even begin to wonder what it's like."

" He was okay with being killed right then and there, Nat."

" But he wasn't, because you were there."

Steve snorted, " some friend I am. He's being kept like a caged lion."

That was not a bad, or inaccurate, way to describe that. " I know it's hard to see the silver lining in all this. He's going to get the help he needs, starting tomorrow. That doctor comes highly recommended. Despite everything, no one wants to hurt him. And we want to help him."

" Tony wants him dead. Or at least, he will."

" What would make you say that?"

He eyed the camera in the corner of the room, the one that was staring, but, Natasha swore it was off, " nevermind."

Natasha gently tickled his side, causing him to jerk towards her, " you've done everything you can, Steve. Look where you are, a government jail cell. The same government that arrested you and took your shield. You knew this was possible when you went after him. It was just easier before because no one else was after him."

" I could have found him sooner."

She pushed herself up on her arm, leaning slightly over him, " you need to let yourself be not at fault for something, Steve. You are not the reason they turned him in to what he became, " she laid her hand along his cheek, " you're why he has a chance to become normal again."

He watched her, face pale and not giving her any hints as to what was going on inside his head, " I'm not sure if ' normal' will be possible for him."

Fair enough.

She stroked his cheek for another moment, " he won't be the monster he is anymore. He won't. There's ways to undo what's been done to him."

She could speak from experience.

He turned on his side, and she did the same so that they remained face to face, " thank you for supporting be through all this. Not just today, which I recognize was harder than the usual. But, with everything."

Natasha pushed up, brushing her nose against his, " I always told you I'd be here when you'd come home. Even if I didn't go out with you."

" I know I don't always make it easy."

" That's true, but, that's why you also have Sam. Though I'm not sure he'd be in bed cuddling with you after a bad day."

There was a slight chuckle, " I don't think he'd want to. Which is good news, since I'd prefer having that position open."

" I see how it is."

She secured her arm around his neck, pulling him as close as she could.

Across the facility, Tony was watching the video feed from inside the cell that now held Steve and Natasha. He mostly kept the promise to Natasha, having only turned on the camera a few minutes ago, when the make out session began.

" ' Broken up' my ass," he snorted.