Jyn sighed as she made her way back to the spaceship, she knew that they would have to begin interviewing Romanova, but first, she had some things that she wanted to do first. Sniffing at herself, she decided that a shower was in order, and when she lifted her hand tentatively to her forehead, she sighed when her hand came away coated in a light layer of blood. Changing her course, it looked like she should work on getting herself patched up before she performed any basic hygiene tasks for herself.

Making her way through the corridors of the spaceship, mentally going through some of the drawers and cabinets in the fully stocked medical recovery bay. She knew that she had made the right decision to ensure that the medical bay was came fully stocked, especially when it came to times like this when she knew that she needed some form of help. It was not always that they would have the time to run into a local Boots or pharmacy! Humming another jaunty tune to herself, Jyn made her way into the room and rifled her hands through one of the drawers to try and find the small bandages that she needed.

She would have to make the time to come back in here and organise the supplies; it could be helpful to her if the room were more organised, certainly when she was trying to find supplies!

Making her way over to one of the large mirrors, Jyn gently placed the small bandage/plaster over the cut, hissing when her fingers accidentally touched the cut. Closing her eyes briefly, she peered into the mirror and wondered if she had known that the cut was going to be so stingy. When Jyn felt satisfied that the cut had been properly closed over, she made her way back over to the large sink and gently cleaned her face. She didn't want to show up with her face still looking like she had fought in a rather bizarre war!

Finally, when she was satisfied that she was clean, she made her way from the medical bay and up towards the central computer nodule. Making her way through the corridors, Jyn wondered how they were going to handle the next few hours. She was aware that they could no doubt find something incredibly interesting (and more than likely perplexing) when they listened to what the woman had to say.

WHOOSH

"Okay, so guys how are we expected to handle this next bit?" Jyn asked as she made her way into the room, rubbing her hands together.

"It will be more awkward to try and work out exactly what she knows and what she doesn't. We might be able to get to the bottom of why she made the decisions that she made." Cassian told the two frowning.

"We might finally learn if there is any rationale happening to make the woman think that was she is doing is okay." Dacia sighed, running a weary hand over her hair.

Dacia was well aware that her hair probably looked even more mussed than she was comfortable with, but right now she found that she couldn't particularly care. Not when she realised that she still had one hundred and one things that she wanted to be getting on with, particularly more pressing things to deal with. Looking around the room that they were stood around, Dacia noticed something that looked interesting. Something that she hadn't spotted before. Wandering over to it, she tried to hide a smirk when she connected some of the dots. It was what looked like a murder board that Cassian had set up. Looks like she should be thinking of getting that man more things to do than watching the occasional crime/conspiracy shows. She wondered at what point, or even if Cassian was aware that something had changed in him. She was happy to simply leave the man because some of the things that he was able to get results.

Crossing her arms over her body, she peered at the board in front of her, noting that once again it looked as if the man had gone slightly overboard on the red string. She could see that it looked as if the man were beginning to grasp at straws, or possibly that the man could see something that they hadn't considered. Trying to hide a small smirk, she lazily pointed to the board and spoke to the man.

"What's this, were you able to spot anything that we have thus far missed?" Dacia laughed.

"No, something tells me that we might not be able to find anything new, at least not until we have some new information to go on." Cassian sighed.

"Have we got any new questions to ask the woman?" Jyn snorted.

"For now, we should consider approaching this interview like any other, you know go in and ask the woman questions about her motivations. I also want to know at what point she knew, or even if she knew about Dr Stark's parent's assassination. Leading into questions of why she didn't think of allowing Dr Stark the courtesy of finding out exactly what happened." Dacia told the two.

Cassian and Jyn exchanged a quick look behind Dacia's back. The two of them made awkward facial expressions as they tried to work out who should speak first. With a series of almost grunts, Cassian held his hands up in the air in mock surrender.

"It's possible that the woman might have known at one stage about the man's parents, but it's also possible that her moral compass was too skewed for her to see why she should tell the man what she knew or at least suspected," Jyn told the pair triumphantly.

"I've seen something like this before. When you have been this line of work for as long as the woman has, it becomes difficult to tell right from wrong. It wouldn't be too much of a problem for the woman to start to blur the line. We have already established that the woman had no problems with taking money from the man, but would she feel obligated to tell the man about even her suspicions? Something tells me that she wouldn't." Cassian thoughtfully reminded the other two.

Taking a beat to think to herself, Dacia considered the woman more carefully, deciding for herself. Sighing as she tried to think her way through this problem and rapidly becoming irritated when she couldn't come up with any clear path.

"Those are interesting questions, ones that we should probably consider closer, but for now we need to get into this interview before the woman manages to work out exactly what is going on. We will probably be able to get more honesty from the woman if she doesn't know exactly what she is up against." Dacia sighed telling the other two what some of the things going through her head.

"We should work on that, but for now we need to get in there and not overthink it, because if we do, then we both know that it is exceedingly likely that if we overthink it. We could only end up getting in our way." Cassian preached towards the two women.

Dacia and Jyn nodded thoughtfully at the man; both were lost in thought for a few more minutes.

"Okay, but we need to work out who in here is going to talk to the woman. Who do you want to see in there Dacia?" Jyn asked the woman, chirpily wanting to get things back on track for them.

Dacia sighed thoughtfully when all of the attention in the room was turned back to her. Lifting her hands up above her head, Dacia groaned when she felt the satisfying click of her limbs.

"Okay, I want to be in there with Cassian asking questions, I'm going to be watching the woman from behind him. There to provide moral support and muscle in case the guy should need it. Jyn keep an eye on the monitors from here, we need to keep a close eye on the woman." Dacia instructed the other two.

Cassian nodded and made his way from the room, pausing only for long enough to wait for Dacia to catch up with him. Catching sight of himself in a mirror, he smiled grimly to himself when he realised that he would not have to hurry by the medical bay. He had never been so glad for his pack-rat tendencies, especially when it meant that he didn't have to run to the medical bay when he had all the supplies he needed in his shower.

For now, though, Cassian rather thought that a nice nap wouldn't go amiss.

WHOOSH

When Dacia had joined Cassian, the two of them made their way back towards the small interrogation interview room ready to interview the woman they knew that they were about to encounter. Exchanging a quick look at each other before they entered the room, both knew that the stakes were too high for them to risk screwing everything up at this stage. They might not be working towards a legal case, for one thing, they held no jurisdiction to speak off, but hopefully what they were about to learn could shed a little light on the situation.

Before making their way into the room, both Cassian and Dacia took care to throw up a mask on their faces; both were well aware that the woman may be able to detect masks in her presence at least. They judged too important not to take all necessary precautions; there was little to no point in them getting drawn into a false sense of security. Not at this last stage in any case, not when they could almost taste victory being near at hand.

Glancing over at one another, they nodded, both ready to go and perform their tasks, sweeping their way into the room and noting that Romanova looked stressed. Cassian carefully made his way over to the seat directly in front of the woman and peered at her. After a time, when she had begun to shift round in her seat uncomfortable, Dacia hid a quiet smile. Good, it looked as if the woman was still held off-balance, not sure what she should expect from her interrogator's interviewers would do them some good.

Dacia stood behind Romanova, taking care to choose a spot where the woman could not easily see her moving behind her. Hopefully, Cassian would be able to bamboozle her enough to trick her into letting her guard down. From her new vantage point, Dacia was able to look at the back of Romanova and exchange messages through how she looked at Cassian, all without Romanova being any the wiser. They would maybe be able to get some answers, certainly if Romanova faltered and let go of more than she expected to drop especially by accident. Dacia was of the opinion that she could find out more truthful and honest things through being underestimated and a mistake on her foes part.

"Hello, Ms Romanova my name is Cassian, I will be interviewing you today, it's certainly a bit of a pickle you have gotten yourself into, now isn't it?" Cassian calmly started the interview.

Dacia looked over at the man in some alarm; she wasn't immediately familiar with what the man was choosing to do. Was it possible that he was playing a bit of a long game with the woman? Was he attempting to trick her into a false sense of security? She frowned at Cassian and tried to divine further meaning when the man minutely frowned back at her.

"It seems that you know a lot about me, but I know very little about you, but yes it is a bit of a pickle that I have gotten myself into," Romanova replied guardedly, no doubt wondering what these people were capable of, especially if they could get the drop on her. She was, after all, a graduate of the red room, she was better than most people, and it troubled her to think that it was possible for some to get one over her, was she in even more trouble than she had earlier bet upon?

"That's true, but we aren't very important. You have other things to be more concerned with, especially others. Would you like to tell me some about the steps you took to fall into trouble? It would interest me greatly." Cassian asked the woman lightly.

"I don't know what you have been reading, who you have been listening too, because it seems to me that you know more than me, tell me who you are again? Because you might have introduced yourself, but you still haven't told me much about yourselves." Romanova pressed, trying to find answers to some of the new questions that occurred to her.

"We don't need to talk about ourselves, because right now you are far more interesting to us. After all, you were a member of the Avengers, tell me some of what that was like. It must have been so fulfilling being able to protect others through your skills, no matter how much others may have looked down on your skills, tell me what happened there? Why did all of that change?" Cassian pressed, appealing to the woman's vanity.

At his words, Cassian watched as the woman leaned back in her seat carefully considering the man in front of her. Romanova smirked as she recognised that the man was attempting to appeal to her vanity and her desire to see something better in the world. Romanova thought that it was too bad for the man that she was a Black Widow, she had no flaws for the man to latch onto. She had been trained from near birth to be as close to perfection as possible. This dirty man sitting across from her had not undergone the same training. She would not even break a sweat in attempting to confuse the man; it would be of no bother to her! Deciding to give the man an inch she opened her mouth.

"It was something that had been drawn up for a long time, what is the term, a twinkle in the eyes of Fury. We were supposed to be able to deal with the threats that others could not, others of course including the various armies and militaries. I was instructed to spy on Stark and evaluate him for the Avengers Initiative. I found him wanting, and I stated so in my report on the man. Somehow, I do not care how he still got onto the Avengers, in the case of Manhattan, it did not look as if we could succeed without the help of Iron Man. He was brought onto the Avengers on a consultant basis; he was not a real Avenger. He still had access to the vast amounts of cash that his Daddy had left him." Romanova shrugged.

"Okay, but that does not explain why there were sides to this Civil War mess, can you shed a little light for us on why the advent of the Sokovia Accords became so fractious? Because we have read those documents, and they are not that bad to fight on his side in the so-called Civil War. I get why you started with it, because we've read the document, it is not that bad, yes it imposes sanctions against those who act against the will of their people, but I am still struggling with what exactly they found so troubling." Cassian faux-confessed, acting as if he didn't understand a lot about what he was saying.

"Blame it on Rogers, the guy wanted to find his friend Barnes, and while I am not one to get in the way of friendship, I did not feel that it was my place to step in and stop him. That is one of the things that I regret most, that I was not able to get my house in order. Steve was not going to stop, he would not care who he hurt, only that his precious Bucky was not harmed. He would set fire to the world if he thought that it would make his Bucky happy. I do not understand why Steve felt like he had to lay waste to so much of his previous life, what could he expect to get out of it, if he had burned everything to the ground?" Romanova asked beseechingly.

"It is possible that he thinks that if he had his friend back at his side, then nothing else would matter to him. Because what else would he want but having his friend back at his side?" Cassian helpfully supplied cryptically looking at the woman and wondering if she even realised what was going on.

"That was a possibility that I should have been more careful to keep an eye on the man. Why would he have worked so hard to make sure that he could tank the Sokovia Accords if he refused to sign? But even someone like Rogers has to have realised that it does not work like that, he doesn't have the political know-how for him to hope to make any changes to the Documents. Stark at least had access to lawyers, he could have made a change, but for whatever reason, he decided not to sign. I can't understand why he would not simply sign, it does not make a lot of sense, but I have long since found that scarily little that Rogers does has any logic behind his decisions." Romanova offered.

"Is it possible that Rogers may have had access to some information that made him doubt the reasons behind the international law community? If he was able to find something that made him doubt the reasons behind Dr Stark's actions, he might have done anything that he could to put a spotlight on Dr Stark's actions. And thanks to your report that denigrated the actions of Dr Stark during the debacle with Hammer and Vanko it would have been all too easy for Rogers to make others misbelieve the actions of Dr Stark." Cassian asked the woman.

"My report was not meant for the eyes of the other Avengers; I am not sure how that report got into the hands of Rogers. Certainly, such a thing was highly irregular; it wasn't something that we could normally count upon. If there is one thing I could work for an organisation like SHIELD, is how process-driven it was. If you could clear up this matter any further, I would be most happy, because it is not my fault that Steve chooses to believe everything he read. That report was written in that manner to ensure that Stark was more hungry to join the Avengers, thinking of it as something that for all of his money he could not afford. He would want to join something that he had been told he could not, for all his money Stark was at the end of the day, still only a man." Romanova snorted.

"And you took it upon yourself to make sure that the man should never forget this, did you? You took great care in encouraging belittling behaviour towards Dr Stark throughout your time with the Avengers. You seemed to fall into the trap of not believing that Dr Stark was his own biggest enemy, anything that you could say to him was not anything that he had not already heard. Not just from himself, but rather at the hands of his father who by all accounts was not a great or even good parent. Stark, the senior, was content to throw off his responsibilities, both towards his company and more importantly his family to go and look for his friend. When he was at home, he took great care to ensure that his son knew that he would never live up to Rogers. Dr Stark grew up having to compete with a dead man, because at that stage that was what Rogers was to those left behind, dead. Do you have anything to say about that?" Cassian carefully reminded the woman, looking for a chink in the woman's armour to exploit.

"It is not my problem if Stark did not have a rosy childhood, we rarely do. I didn't and yet I came out alright." Romanova shrugged.

"You have a list of deaths taller than your body." Cassian reminded the woman with a piercing look.

"I will have you know that I was doing good for SHIELD, it isn't my fault if they were not all that they were cracked up to be. I worked with them to try and recover some of the red in my ledger, and I thought that I was doing some good working there." Romanova retorted with a raised head, looking for all the world like a proud woman.

"And I understand why you choose to tell yourself that, but I'm still struggling with some of fully understanding it. Tell me, you are supposed to be able to read people to a reasonable extent, aren't you? Why, if you had so many skills did you still ignore the fact that there was HYDRA infestation right below your very nose? Do you not the skills necessary to know your limits? Can you see past the end of your nose?" Cassian asked with a hard note in his voice.

Dacia slowly smirked, if Romanova did not realise that she was in the shit before, then she almost certainly would now. Exchanging a quick look with her friend, she saw a sudden spark of triumph enter into his eyes. She did not doubt that it had been too quick for Romanova to detect, or maybe that she did not know what to look for in the man. Dacia had known him long enough to understand all of the man's quirks, or at least most of them, Dacia could pretend all she wanted that she completely understood the man, but she doubted that anyone did.

"I do like to think that I can read most people, clearly not well enough, or maybe Stark would not have allied himself with Ross." Romanova cagily replied, perhaps now realising that she had been caught in the shit.

"Well, see funny thing about that. If you have been doing your work properly and keeping an eye on global politics, you might have noticed the talk before. Even if you had taken the effort to check the UN Website, you might have seen them talking about it. If you had watched C-SPAN, you would have possibly seen representatives in Congress debating what the American response was going to be. Talking heads on CNN and MSNBC debated the efforts made by their House of Representatives and the Senate. The only major American network that gave minimal time to the issue was Fox, mostly because to those guys, having someone run around dressed as the American flag was akin to a wet dream. Most of the foreign News Networks had covered the issue." Cassian lectured the woman, a hard look entering his eye.

"One of the things that I can say for my actions, and maybe it excuses me for not paying attention was that I had other things to be concerned about. After the Fall of Shield, I had to build back up all of my fail-safes and protection nets and cover identities. I had to be more concerned with what was going to happen with me because I was aware that I have enemies around every corner. I did not want to get caught in a bad situation because Stark would not help me." Romanova shrugged, her arrogance beginning to show through again.

"No, the reason that you had to scramble to make up for your leaked identities was that of you. No one else pushed you to dump all of those files on the internet; you did not even stop to wonder to yourself whether or not it was a good idea to dump all of those files. Can you claim that you did the right thing because something tells me that you would not be able to make those claims? Did you even keep up with the death count? Or did you assume that simply because you had the backing of Stark funding to fall back on, that because you did not feel the consequences of those actions, that nobody would? There was quite a high death count that day, not just of agents who had suddenly found their cover identities to be leaked, sometimes killed before they even knew what was going on. But also of instructors, janitors, secretaries, even the people who took the damned coffee order. Their families too, anyone who had been listed as related to them, suddenly found themselves in danger, often before they even knew what was going on. But it was the end of the lunch hour when those Heli carriers were launched, meaning that there were innocent civilians who were out walking beneath. More so than usual, because it was, of course, a beautiful day, and why not enjoy the sunlight while it was still out? It was not tremendously muggy, but oddly crisp weather that was still sunny. They were crushed when those Heli carriers were launched and brought down. I know that it won't be the biggest concern to you, but there was also a vast amount of financial damage done. The roads and such that were ripped up or crushed altogether will cost a lot of money to fix, I have already mentioned the human cost, something which you did not concern yourself with. Unless a person was a personal interest for any of the upper levels of SHIELD, anyone who was in witness protection thanks to the actions of SHIELD was found. Any time that the agency had worked alongside other agencies, their records were leaked. You have a lot more enemies than you ever thought, agencies that did not spare a thought for you before suddenly realised just how much of a thorn in their side that you could be." Cassian told the woman, a sad note entering his tone as he spoke of some of the things that had suddenly occurred to him. Eyeing the woman sitting across from him, he suspected that the woman was possibly beginning to realise some of the things that had earlier evaded her for so long.

"Right now that does not have anything to do with me. For one thing, I only did what I was told to do; you can not be so stupid as to blame anything on me. Nothing that you have will stick with me." Romanova faltered trying to hurriedly regain some of the lost ground she had lost through some of Cassian's words.

It looked as if some very heavy thoughts were beginning to occur to the woman. Cassian cocked his head to the side and wondered if it was possible the thoughts had not occurred to her before. Cassian wondered if the information had genuinely not occurred to the woman before, had she had her blinkers on so much that she didn't notice what was going around her. He found himself wondering how exactly Ms Romanova still fancied herself at the top of her career. Some of what he had seen from the woman's behaviour, made him question whether or not the woman was aware that she was buying into her legend. A quiet part of him whispered that it was likely that the woman had her blinkers on and that once she started working for an organisation like SHIELD, they were happy to let her continue to believe whatever made her comfortable, even if it was a falsehood, she was working for them.

"Don't you see though that some of the ease with which Rogers found it so easy to alienate Dr Stark, after all, you had already sowed the seeds. You may not have meant for your report to be disseminated and read through by the likes of Rogers, but it still happened. What else could you have possibly expected when you wrote that report? Don't lie to me and say that you didn't expect for any of this to happen; I would not be surprised if you were intentionally playing the long game. So, my question is, I guess I wonder did you intend to bring the man down by any means necessary?" Cassian inquired, trying to make the woman start to see where he was coming from.

"I did not intend for anyone else to see that report. The only persons who I thought would see that report was Fury, Coulson, maybe Hill. Knowing Fury though, he might have waved the report in Stark's face, but I don't have anything to do with that. I did my job; you can not discriminate me based on what I did when I was told." Romanova tried to defend herself.

"Right, you have already said that, but changing topics here, because I see that you started off in this whole 'Civil War' mess. I hate that title, but that's by the by. You started fighting alongside Dr Stark. You seemed to understand that the Accords, even if you did not sign were going to be imposed on you. Perhaps this was a rare show of pragmatism; maybe you knew some things that we do not yet have access to peruse. This no doubt shocked Dr Stark, by all accounts you had always shown yourself to be more in the pocket of Rogers than becoming friendly with Dr Stark. I can emphasise with this; it can sometimes be hard to become friends with someone when you have thoroughly trashed their trust and betrayed them. Needless to say, but Dr Stark was shocked by your decision, why had you decided to perform such a dramatic 360˚? It wasn't until after the general fiasco at the airport that you decided to show your true colours. Would you like to explain that any further?" Cassian pushed the woman to explain.

"I had to let him go; Steve wasn't going to stop. I did not want my family to get hurt any more than they already were being." Romanova pled with the man, tears beginning to spring up in her eyes.

Dacia who had circled the table, comforted by the shadows she had wrapped around her, meant that she was not easily spotted, rolled her eyes at the woman's antics. She suspected that as per usual Romanova was simply out to help herself; she did not care about whether or not anyone else was hurt. What could they matter to a woman as inherently selfish as Designation: Black Widow?

"You say that, but up until that point in the fight, Dr Stark had a garage full of cars thrown at him, by Designation: Scarlet Witch. And while you did not know enough about Designation: Spider-Man to care about him, you had watched him be thrown around and punched by Designation: (Former) Captain America. So, do you want to try that again?" Cassian asked the woman rhetorically.

"I did what I thought was right, and I dare you to try and tell me that I did something wrong. Stark could easily look after himself, so I made some miscalculations, something that I think you'll agree can happen very easily. What did happen to the guy after he left? The bastard hasn't been in the news since that day; I would have thought that he would like nothing more than to rub his continued presence in everyone's face." Romanova smirked.

"That leads us to the next issue, tell me were you aware of what was going through Rogers' mind?" Cassian asked cagily, not wanting to let his cards show before he had his final strike in place.

"That might interest you, but it seems as if Dr Stark followed the other two men to Siberia and there he learned something terrible. Something that if Rogers were ever a friend to the guy, he would have made sure the guy was aware of long before that information could be used against him. We suspect that you might have known what that information was, after all, you are supposed to be the Black Widow, information is supposed to be in your wheelhouse, correct? So, tell me, can you guess what Dr Stark might have found out there, bearing in mind that he has only recently woken from a medically induced coma? I warn you that your answer to this could dictate your treatment over the next few days. It could be critical after all." Cassian neutrally teased the woman.

"No, I do not, while Steve might have been an occasional friend, he was never the kind of guy that told everyone his innermost thoughts. Steve while he could be pathetically open, he was not the type to allow anyone else to know what he was thinking." Romanova sneered, looking discomfited.

"That doesn't surprise anything me, quite frankly it did not seem as if you knew much about anything. It turns out that Stark's parents were assassinated by Rogers' friend Barnes and Rogers' had known, for how long we don't know, but he had neglected to tell Dr Stark. For one thing, the guy does not seem to invite confidences incredibly easily." Cassian sighed annoyed.

"The man was an enigma; he was completely closed over when he wanted to be. I can not claim to completely understand the man." Romanova shrugged.

"Doesn't that mean that you are not as good as you claim to be? Your story pokes a hole in your whole claim to be the best at what you do." Cassian an eyebrow as he thought that he had managed to poke holes in the woman's story.

Watching as the woman came to a sudden realisation that she was not as good at her job as she had been lead to believe. It felt like somewhat satisfying to him that the woman could now see what life was like. He wondered if now it was possible that the woman would still struggle to see the wood from the trees but maybe she would begin to start to see where she had gone wrong. For now, he suspected that the woman would now begin to question some of her actions. That was all that he felt comfortable asking for, for now at least.

Peering at the woman again, trying to discern some further meaning from her actions, Cassian wondered if he had ever faced a more inscrutable woman. Satisfied that he would not be able to discern any further meaning from the woman, he began to clamber to his feet. Rolling out his shoulders when he stood up, he looked quickly at Dacia, letting the woman know that it was now time for them to leave Romanova back to her new cell.

Taking the woman's wrist and carefully making sure that he had her cuffed, before pressing a button on the small remote that he carefully slid out of his pockets. He could now be sure that Romanova wouldn't be able to make things difficult for them, the button he had pressed would limit Romanova's leg movements. He likes the system because he did not want to think of himself as being a particularly violent man, at least not without cause.

Right now, he did not think that it would serve any purpose if he hurt Romanova, so he carefully led her back to the cells. Carefully pushing Romanova through one of the empty cell doors, he knew that the woman's mind was probably going incredibly quickly as she tried to understand what was happening to her. Carefully unlocking the cuffs, he watched in amusement as the woman looked around her, no doubt she was slightly startled to find herself in her current predicament. Cassian felt that once again he had to wonder exactly what was going through Romanova's mind, once again he wondered if the woman was aware how much she had bought into her legend and just how dangerous that could be.

WHOOSH

Natasha's mind was still whirling while she tried to understand some more about her current situation. She was sure that at the moment if anyone thought to listen, her brain could be audibly heard to whirl through some of the decisions she had made within the last three years. Not for the first time, Natasha wondered if she had messed up when she leaked those files with no thought for anyone else caught up in the crossfire.

At the time, she felt that she had made the right decision, after all when someone like Steve said jump she was powerless to do anything other than ask how high. Natasha wondered what had possessed her to go against Stark; she might not like the man, one just had to read THAT report to realise that she did not hold the man in high esteem.

Or, at least she hadn't when she had first met the man.

Now though, she was woman enough to admit that she could feel herself growing to respect the man and dare she say it but tentatively like the man. It was hard to dig behind her, an infamous Black Widow, and get to the side that she so often concealed, namely her humanity. Somehow, Stark had managed it, she suspected that the guy had seen the report she composed on the man, whether through hacking or maybe Fury had waved it under the man's nose (Fury could be a bastard like that), but Stark was slow to trust her. It had irritated her that it hurt when Stark became so surprised that she had initially taken his side in the Accords Mess. She could console herself with the knowledge that she was better at her job than she suspected, but she had thought that the two of them were slowly becoming friends.

Or at least, something akin to friendship, closer to ally, but was she so difficult to read that Stark did not know where he stood when it came to her? She was firm of the opinion that love was meant for children, not for her, she had made too many unforgivable sacrifices along the way for her to ever be worthy of love. She could whisper to herself all she wanted that love was children, but she wondered when she had started to believe her lies?

Looking across from her, she realised with a sinking stomach that she could see Steve in his cell, feeling a pit begin to form in her stomach, she realised that she was in deeper shit than she had realised. For all of the spying she had done, she had not been able to work out where her former compatriots were being held. She had been able to work out that the other Avengers, namely those that had fought on Cap's side had been held on the RAFT prison that had once been connected with SHIELD, but they had been broken out after a week. That had been months ago; she had felt worried when she realised that she couldn't narrow down their position.

One of the few things that she had found mildly amusing was wondering if Clint had made the connection between his previous employers and the prison he had briefly found himself in. Clint was no fool, she knew that, but the guy was hot-headed and would rarely stop to think if he started to get angry.

"Nat? What the hell is going on? Did they get you too? I thought you were still enjoying Stark's goodwill?" Clint's questions were fired at her like the arrows he could so easily use.

Great, the man was still angry, that would make this next bit even more uncomfortable.

"Did Cap tell you? I let him and Barnes go at the airport. I am about as far outside of Stark's goodwill as it's possible to get. Especially when Rhodey was injured thanks to my actions." Natasha cooly replied, raising her voice slightly to be heard.

"Have you heard anything about him, Natasha? I still feel so guilty about that; I don't think it would be easy for me to stomach if the guy were hurt because I avoided a blast." Sam worriedly cut in.

"Who cares about him? He is friends with that monster Stark; he deserves all the pain in the world for continuing to stand by that man. I wouldn't even care if he died, Stark deserves all the pain in the world." Wanda angrily spat out; she was eagerly thinking of all the pain that she would like to inflict on Stark if given half a chance.

"I see, nothing has changed, that's disappointing," Natasha muttered with distaste.

She could not understand why Maximoff continued to nurse that anger, it wasn't going to keep her warm at night. Natasha cast her eyes over at Steve, wondering why the hell the man wasn't stopping Maximoff making such stupidly pointless threats.

Unless she thought briefly, Cap still thought of Maximoff as being nothing more than a little girl. Natasha barely suppressed a snort as she thought of Maximoff as being a child. Maximoff it seemed, had managed to keep herself going through sheer spite at times, at least some things had not changed in her absence.

"No, I haven't heard anything, Stark himself hasn't been seen in public since the fiasco at that airport." Natasha thoughtfully replied.

"Hank always said that someone like Stark would nurse all injuries, people like that make me sick." The new guy spat.

"I'm sorry but who are you again? Have you got a great dictionary and explainer of Stark's behaviour handy?" Natasha sneered, wondering where the hell this man got off berating someone he had never met.

"I'm Scott Lang; you know Ant-Man? I turned big and trashed part of that airport?" Scott mulishly offered.

Natasha smirked when she saw the man's disappointment flit across his face; he had clearly never learned to hide emotions. That could be an interesting thing to play against. Natasha stored the memory in the back of her mind; it might be interesting to play with later.

"Oh, that. Cap what the hell happened in Siberia? Stark hasn't been seen, did you and Barnes do something to the guy?" Natasha ignored the petulant man focussing on the task at hand. Some virtually unknown guy with a hurt ego was a problem for another time.

"Wait, how did you know they went to Siberia? How many people were there?" Sam asked suspiciously.

"Well, you see Sam there are such things as security cameras, a lot of people were able to track Stark down to Siberia after the fact. I'm not going to ask you again Cap WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TWO TO HIM?" Natasha asked, tapping her foot up and impatiently as she waited for an answer.

"PAH should have known that a showman like Stark would set up cameras, he doesn't do anything without everyone knowing it. He makes me sick." Wanda sneered, an ugly look crossing her face.

"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BITCH, CAP I'M NOT GOING TO ASK YOU AGAIN!" Natasha roared.

She was already becoming fed up with the little Sokovian Bitch Witch, just what had crawled up her ass and died? Were her moods always this bloodthirsty and Natasha just hadn't noticed?

"NATASHA!" Steve tried to remonstrate before continuing "When we got there, all of the other Winter Soldiers had been dealt with, but that isn't what we were confronted with. There was a video taken of that road, Stark watched as his parents were killed by the Winter Soldier BUT IT WASN'T BUCKY. He tried to kill Bucky; I had to stop him. I had just gotten Bucky back; I wasn't going to let a man like Stark take away Bucky from me."

Cap finished panting, an angry, terrified look entering his eye as he finished speaking. Natasha raised a hand and banged at the glass door, she struggled to believe what exactly she had gotten herself messed up in.

Settling herself down on the sole cot bed, Natasha stared at the wall and let her mind roar with all the thoughts that she had been trying so hard to avoid for so long. At least, when she was still free, she was too busy running and looking over her shoulder in case she was being pursued. She had felt like a hunted animal, never able to stop for long enough to take a breather and settle down.

She wished she knew that in Dublin, that she couldn't stop for that long. It had after all, only led to her getting caught. Now she wasn't even sure if she could be bothered trying to break out, she wasn't even sure where she was.