Oh, this is going to be fun.

Differences in this chapter: Dalla helps with the stealth mission with Nat and Steve.

They had to make a couple of stops. As much as they didn't like it, they couldn't go home for normal clothing. Dalla and Steve learned about the warrants for their arrest. It wasn't a surprise, all things considered. Dalla didn't want to risk using her powers to change into Midgardian clothing, knowing SHIELD could track it. So, they stopped by a thrift store and noticed that they had an outdoor display since it was a somewhat nice day. Steve grabbed pants and hoodies for both of them while she went to snatch some tennis shoes and a backpack to hold their boots. They didn't bother to remove their suits, hiding them under their disguises. They knew that even if one of them hadn't been a part of the fight at the Triskelion, the other would have been dragged into the mess. That didn't stop Steve from worrying.

Are you sure you want to be a part of this? Steve asked as they made their way back to the hospital.

There is no place I'd rather be, she replied, taking his hand.

However, they came to the hospital vending machine all too soon. They tried to act as if they were deciding on what to get, but inside, both of them were panicking. Neither of them wanted to believe that some random person had managed to get the drive and walked away with it. With the information on it, unknown as it was, they needed it to clear their names. If a civilian had the USB, they would never find it.

As they contemplated how to go about searching for the drive, someone walked up behind them, popping their bubble gum. Steve and Dalla would recognize the flash of red hair anywhere. They waited until the passing doctor was far enough away until they acted. Steve grabbed Natasha's arm, dragging her into an empty room. Dalla followed behind, shutting the door and keeping a lookout. Natasha grunted as Steve shoved her into the wall and pulled his hood down.

"Where is it?" he growled in a whisper.

"Safe," Natasha answered in the same tone.

"Do better."

"Where did you and Dalla get it?"

"Why would we tell you?"

Natasha put the pieces together from that statement alone. "Fury gave it to you. Why?"

"What's on it?"

"I don't know."

"Stop lying."

"I only act like I know everything, Rogers."

Steve looked back at Dalla, who gave him a signal showing that they weren't found out yet before he turned back to his fellow Avenger. "I bet you knew that Fury hired the pirates, didn't you?"

Natasha seemed shocked for a moment. "Well, it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you two."

Steve gripped her arms, lifting her slightly. "I'm not going to ask you again."

The redhead looked between the supersoldier and the goddess for a moment. "I know who killed Fury."

Steve stood in shock and Dalla's head snapped to the Widow. How can she know who he is? Dalla asked.

I don't know, Steve answered. But we need to know what we are up against.

When she saw that she had their attention, Natasha said, "Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists. The ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He's credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years."

"So, he's a ghost story," Steve said, scoffing.

"Five years ago," Natasha replied, getting the dark-haired goddess's attention, "I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran. Somebody shot out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff." She gave a small shrug. "I pulled us out." She gave a pause that seemed to be more for dramatic effect than to give out information. "But the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer so he shot him," she lifted her shirt for both of them to see a large scar on the right side of her abdomen, "straight through me." Steve and Dalla stared at the wound for a moment before looking Natasha in the eyes. "Soviet slug. No rifling. Bye-bye, bikinis."

"Yeah," Dalla said, giving her a small smirk, "I bet you look terrible in them now."

Natasha returned the expression before her face became serious again. "Going after him is a dead end. I know, I've tried." She held up the drive. "Like you said, Rogers, he's a ghost story."

Steve looked at the USB for a moment before taking it. She knows something's up, Steve said.

She may be loyal to SHIELD, Dalla confirmed, but she is more loyal to her friends, to those she claims as family.

Steve looked at Natasha as Dalla came up beside him and hugged his arm, saying, "Well, let's find out what the ghost wants."

Dalla and Steve pulled up their hoods, Dalla opening the door and looking around before exiting. However, a male nurse saw the three of them leaving the room and confronted the goddess. She smiled at him.

"Ma'am," the nurse said, trying to sound authoritative while being insanely attracted to the woman in front of him, "the rooms are not meant for any… fun you and your, um, partners might want to have."

Natasha held Steve back from going to Dalla, who replied, "Well, maybe you know of a better room for us. Big enough for you to join."

The man moved closer to Dalla. Natasha had to drag Steve out of the hall to stop him from going up to the man and punching him, blowing their covers. Dalla shamelessly flirted until they were out.

"I wouldn't mind that," the nurse replied.

"Unfortunately, we don't have time for that today," she said, running her hand up his arm. "Perhaps another time."

She walked away, not looking back. When she got outside, Steve stared her down as she made her way to him. The look in his eye had heat pooling in her core.

"What the hell was that?" he asked.

"A distraction," she shrugged, moving to get around him.

He grabbed her arm. "I'm serious, kitten."

A shiver went through her. It was rare she made Steve go to this level of dominance. She cursed the situation, upset that she couldn't take advantage of it. That didn't mean she didn't plan on pushing his buttons.

"Oh, Captain," she purred with a smirk, "were you jealous?"

His jaw ticked and his eyes darkened. He pulled her flush against him so that she could feel his desire against her stomach. It was like an arrow straight to her core and she had to fight from rubbing her thighs together.

"No," he said.

"Too bad. You get insanely hot when you are."

"Is that right?"

When she went to move again, his grip tightened on her arm. Not enough to hurt but enough to tell her he wasn't done talking. His hand moved to the back of her head under her hood, tipping her face up to look at him by her hair. He brought his mouth close to hers, their lips nearly touching.

"When we get the chance," he whispered so that Natasha wouldn't overhear, "I'll punish you for flirting with that nurse, kitten."

"So, you were jealous."

He tugged on her ponytail, causing her to moan. Her breathing became ragged as her juices began to coat her panties. He gave her a mischievous smile. Yeah, he had been jealous. Sure, she created enough of a distraction for them to get away, but that didn't mean he liked it. In fact, he wanted to throw her over his shoulder, take her home, and fucking her until she couldn't remember her own name, let alone that nurse's face.

"Have to remind you who you belong to, kitten. You. Are. Mine."

She brushed her nose against his as she whispered, "Are you sure about that, Captain?"

He growled. Actually growled. It took everything in her to keep from giving in to him. As much as she wanted to jump him there on the street, she still wanted to push him. Her hand drifted over his hardened member, making him growl again.

"You're playing a dangerous game."

"And what makes you say that, Captain?"

"Because all I can think about is how beautiful your ass is going to look, kitten, all red from the spanking I plan on giving you. Then, I will pound into you until you are screaming my name, begging for release. And I won't stop until we see the sun come up."

That was her tipping point, panting as her eyes clouded over. "Gods, Captain. Please, please, I need all of that. Please."

He smirked. "Only if you're good for the rest of the day, kitten."

She groaned as he escorted her to Natasha's car. The redhead smiled, shaking her head. Yeah, they hadn't been as quiet as they should have been with the Widow around. Steve and Dalla blushed before climbing in. Steve watched his girl through the mirror, noticing that every bump that Natasha seemed to hit on purpose had Dalla gasping. He chuckled and said her name in warning when she tried to relieve the pressure building inside her by rubbing against the seat.

"Please, no staining my seats," Natasha said. "I don't want to have to throw out my car because you two are acting like hormonal teenagers."

Steve smirked as Dalla said, "Blame the Captain for being a tease."

Before they could say anything else, they pulled up to the local mall. As turned on as the couple was, they had a job to do. It was time to get serious.