The miraculous recovery of Captain America had been going on and on for the last month and even more so when he finally woke up. Barton and Coulson had been so obsessed with the man that Natasha swore she would know every private detail of that man without even having the slightest interest.

"Yes, Captain America woke up at four a.m today. Yes he probably is having his lunch," Natasha says immediately to no one in particular when the figure loomed up from behind, not even bothering to look up from her knife polishing. The footsteps had been so quiet that it hadn't registered in her mind that that wasn't Barton. She didn't even think about it until she realized that Barton had not replied. It is only then she turns and catches the blue eyes that isn't Barton's with her green eyes. "You're not Barton." She starts, feeling a little foolish at the lack of her guard.

"No ma'am, I don't believe I've been called a Barton before." He replies easily with the words that spiralled on her ankle. There is a certain irony that soul mate that Fate has picked for her is Captain America. The great Russian defector has the all-American goodness for a soulmate. "I'm Steve Rogers but considering you knew I woke up at four a.m today, I'm sure you already knew that." He holds a hand out and she clasps it.

"Natasha Romanoff and it's not me but my partner who's interested. Speaking of which-" She glances at her watch just as the door swings open.

"Naaat! Captain America isn't at…" Barton pauses in mid-step and back pedals a step.

"You're late." She deadpans.

"What? What? What did I just miss?"

She exchanged looks with the blond man who only chuckled and replies, "Only a meeting between soulmates."

She isn't one to give her heart easily. Not even when it's someone that the fates decreed was meant for her. Natasha wakes up clawing at the bullet wound on her hip, at the memory of the cold blue eyes. Her hand that reaches for the knife beneath her pillow only finds a large warm hand. Steve holds her until she comes back from the brink of the nightmare that haunts her. There is something soothing to waking up in the arms of someone. That someone used to be Barton and now it seems that even without realizing she, she had began to let him in even though it is small steps.

"What is it?" he asked when her heart began to calm down.

"Just a memory." She always tells him that and he sighed. He thought that she should talk about the nightmares that woke her but Natasha was never one to give her secret even to her soul mate. With those three words, they fall into another spiral of angry words followed by angry sex.

As she lie there in his arms, trying to fall asleep again, she wonders if it is because they're missing their third. Steve traces their third's words that goes around her ribs and murmurs as he falls asleep, "We'll find her."

Natasha sees the girl from across the hallway. Why is it that no one notices her? Even her coworkers had left without her, leaving her to stay there stuck to the magnet to the wall. It's weird, but Natasha is drawn to her and decides to help her as she passes.

"Nice bracelet." She quirks an eyebrow to the brunette who only sighs.

"Yes, it comes in the colours of silver and silver. Isn't that fantastic? Wouldn't you be someone-" The brunette turns to look at her and splutters into nonsensical gibberish. No one apart from Steve should know her other mark. "I'm Skye… Oh my god, you're Black Widow aren't you? But you said-" Her fingers linger at her ribcage which happens to be a perfect mirror image of where hers is, but if she knows her soul words, then it's definitely probably that she knows exactly where it is.

Natasha deactivates the security magnetism and drags her into the closet. "Show me my words."

Skye open and closes her mouth a few times before taking her shirt off to show Natasha's handwriting across her ribs. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that they meant this bracelet. Seriously, I didn't even know that- I mean I was here with AC and-"

"Do you have a third?" she demands.

She nods excitedly, licks her thumb and rubs a portion across her ankle to remove the sou lmark concealer. It's undeniably Steve's handwriting. "Do you know who our third yet? I think it's a guy, but the handwriting is kinda neat and old-fashioned, but it's just a feeling you know-" Skye blabs on before taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I blabber when I'm nervous."

Natasha's lips twitches in response but she doesn't say anything as she sends a text to Steve, the text message has barely left her phone when the closet door swings open to reveal Steve staring at them.

"I heard from Sitwell you've kidnapped someone into the closet by his office." He says and peers down at the two women.

"Oh my-" Skye cups her face in shock. "Oh my god, fuck me, it's Captain America, like seriously why is he here?" She palms her face and says to him, "Holy shit! I can't believe I just said that in the presence of you. I didn't mean to swear and I didn't mean fuck me literally. I mean oh my god! I'm just going to shut up now."

He arches his eyebrow at her, trying to hold back his amusement, "Do all girls nowadays swear that much?"

Skye gapes at him then stares at Natasha and back to him. Natasha only offers a moonlike smile at the two of them.

Steve steps into the tiny closet and swallows any vacant space that existed between Skye and Natasha, his hand already swinging the closet door close when Skye whispers, "You gotta be fucking kidding me-"

"So what exactly are we doing in the closet?" Steve asks.