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Catalina and Natasha lay on the floor of Catalina's headquarters staring at the ceiling. Natasha had gotten Catalina to open up a little and discuss what was wrong. The world was all just so new and confusing to her still. She didn't understand anything and couldn't keep up with everyone else. She was lonely and depressed.

Concerned for her friend, Natasha rolled over and took a swig of her vodka. Looking at her friend with distress she poked Catalina's cheek. As a response she got a glare from a set of puffy red eyes.

"Why did you do that?" Catalina asked

"Tell me about Steve."

Catalina's blinked a few times before speaking. "What do you mean?"

"You said Steve was bothering you. I get that he can sometimes be annoying and old fashioned, but you're not too far off yourself. He's such a gentleman. I just don't see how he's bothering you." Natasha started at her friend wide eyed as she waited for a response.

Catalina sat up and wiped a new set of tears away from her eyes. "It's nothing."

"Bullshit." Natasha's voice was cold and hard.

"He's a gentleman and sweet and caring. He's that perfect dream guy." Catalina took Natasha's vodka and downed it - seeing as she drank all the grappa and still couldn't get drunk.

"…And that's bad…?" Natasha was confused

Catalina sniffled. "I think it's all an act to get girls and use them. How can anybody be that perfect? He's using it to his advantage. But who cares. It's none of my business. I'm just the nanny."

Natasha smirked. "You like him."

A gasp was released from Catalina's mouth as her cheeks reddened. "I do not!"

"That's even more bullshit!" Natasha yelled and pointed at Catalina. "You know you do! You're just afraid…" Her voice trailed off.

She just crossed a line. Men were a touchy subject with Catalina.

Tears started to fill Catalina's eyes again.

"Yes. Maybe I am. I don't know. I'm confused about it. I'm confused about everything. And frankly I'd rather be dead right now than here struggling with all of this. My head can't handle any of this." She let her face fall into her hands and she started to sob.

Natasha grabbed Catalina's face and forced her to look up. "Don't you dare fucking say that. Shield did everything they could to bring you back and save you from the pain you were in.

Catalina pulled away and stood up. "I didn't ask for that! I didn't ask for this!" She waved her arms around to gesture towards everything. "They should have killed me. I'm and experiment gone wrong. I'm a waste. I'm worn and ruined. I'm dead."

Reaching out, Natasha placed a hand on her friends shoulder. "Cat. We couldn't let you die. We need you. You're a unique human being and we couldn't let that whither away. You're one of my best friends."

"You have Steve," Catalina snapped back.

"Yes we have Steve. He's not you though. You too are very similar but you guys are very different too. And I just wish you would go talk to him and reach out for help. Fury and I can only do so much to help you. And Steve needs you too."

"Steve doesn't need me. I don't need Steve. I feel like you and shield are just trying to play matchmaker for the freaks. Just because we are similar doesn't mean we can help each other or are perfect for each other."

Natasha sighed. "But Steve-"

Catalina threw the empty vodka bottle across the room. "I'm not gonna go talk to him Tasha. Just knock it off."

With that Catalina grabbed her jacket and walked out of her headquarters.

The elevator was not moving fast enough for Catalina. All she wanted was to get to the garage, hop on her bike, and leave. There was three more floors before the garage and of course the elevator stopped. And to make all of it even better in walked Steve Rogers. He had his shirt off and was wiping his face with it. Pressing his floor level Steve relaxed against the back wall. He had obviously been in the gym for the past few hours after Catalina left.

Catalina tried to make absolutely no noise as she reached out to press the close doors button. Steve hadn't noticed her yet and she wanted to keep it that way. The doors closed and the elevator started to move.

Right before the elevator hit the garage level it stopped moving and the lights shut off. Then the emergency lights came on and a small but well heard "Fuck" slipped passed Catalina's lips.

Man was that word her favorite when she's angry.

Steve jumped slightly and looked at Catalina. "I didn't see you. You scared me."

Catalina shot a glare at Steve and looked away; crossing her arms.

Then it hit Steve; the smell of alcohol, her red eyes and puffy cheeks, the cuts and scratches on her hands. She was hurting. Had he done this to her he wondered?

"I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to push you. I should have asked you about you're boundaries and made sure you were ok with everything-"

"Stop."

"I'm sor-"

Catalina walked over to him and swung her first at his jaw. Steve caught it and twisted her arm behind her and pulled her back into him. "What is your problem?"

Grunting Catalina went back to where she had been standing before and slid her back down the wall. Rubbing his now sore jaw Steve watched Catalina as she did this.

"Do you have a cell phone on you," Catalina asked.

Steve, now sitting himself on the floor, replied with a dry and annoyed "nope."

There was a long period of silence before Steve spoke again.

"Are you ok? Are you drunk? I may not know you very well but I know this isn't you." Steve was honestly concerned but Catalina couldn't put her hatred aside for him to see it.

"Ha!" She banged her head back into the wall. "No. I'm not ok. I haven't been ok in awhile."

"So getting drunk is how you deal with it?"

"I'm not drunk!"

Steve smiled in disgust. Why is she lying? "Right. Cause you know I cant smell any of the alcohol on you or see how big of a mess you are."

Catalina's upper lip curled in anger. "Listen buster, don't tell a girl she is a mess. It's only gonna make her angrier. Also I'm telling the truth, I'm not drunk…" She trailed off. Does she tell him? Taking in a deep breath she said it in a rush hoping he wouldn't hear it and she wouldn't have to repeat it. "Icantgetdrunk."

Steve blinked a couple times. His chest ached as his heart broke a little. She was in pain and, like him, couldn't drink her worries away. Bu how could she not get drunk?

"I can't get drunk either…" He scooted closer to her, "And I know how much it hurts. Wanting to just get rid of the pain you feel my making your mind go numb. Nothing works though. And you wish that you could just die…" Steve looked up at Catalina.

She was looking down at the ground between them; tears streaming down her face.

Steve's eyes started to weld up ash he reached out for her hands. At first she flinched and caved into herself, but then looked up at him.

Now she saw real concern and if not a bit of love – just friendly – and understanding. He really did care did want to get to know her. And she was pushing him away.

Then, all of a sudden, she fell into him. Her head buried into his chest and tears pouring from her eyes. She needed to let it out and he was willing to let her.

For now she was happy and thankful; deep down though she still had her doubts about him.