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Tasha knew it was reckless, dangerous and stupid, but she marched down to Fury's office after he talk with Steve and layed it on the line. Not all of it of course, but the Director wasn't blind with that one eye of his. He could tell Agent Romanoff was taking far more than simply a professional interest in Steve Rogers. Wisely, he didn't call her on it.

After hours, she finally had the clearance, the team of lower level agents to help them, the files on how Erskine had done it and a hell of a lot of motivation to get the man she...whatever it was she was feeling for Steve, back to being the first Avenger.

Now all she had to do was convince Steve he could stop hiding and come with. You can't make Captain America if you don't have the key ingredient.

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Steve hadn't wanted to risk too many people seeing him so was now in a small quarters on the hellicarrier. He was grateful to the doctors who had helped him move there without anyone else seeing him. When Natasha reached him, he was sat on the bed, reading a book from the 30s. Something he had read when it had first been released. He'd been given it by one of the doctors who thought that he might need something familiar from his original time to help him feel more comfortable.

Tasha had a feeling Steve was going to protest to this idea the moment she said anything. Really she wouldn't have blamed him. He wasn't what he was used to being but Natasha knew that shouldn't change anything.

She also knew things aren't always how they should be.

"Hey." She tapped the edge of the door frame before she stepped inside. Tasha was in her full uniform, complete with all the weapons and gear she used. She had a bag in her hand. "I got a plane, and clearance and a team." She moved closer to Steve, dropping the bag next to him. "Now all i need is you."

Steve looked up, frowning when he saw her in full gear. The frown deepened when she spoke.

"What for?" he asked, shifting on the bed as he coughed.

Tasha's brought equipment and weapons for him, too. She's busy loading, inspecting and reinspecting the equipment as she speaks. "Because you're an integral part of the equation, Steve." Natasha replies, very business like. "I can't do this without you."

"Can't do what?" He replied, still not sure what she was on about. Hoping that she wasn't meaning for him to leave the room, although he knew that was more than likely involved.

"I'm going to find someone who can replicate the serum that changed you." Tasha swallows hard, her words professional but her body language clearly shows she's nervous and afraid, too. "So, you should probably come with."

Steve could see how nervous she was. But he still didn't want to go outside the roomm. "Natasha, I..."

"I know." She steps closer to him, thinking she understands his hesitation. Tasha reaches her hand out to his face. "I'll protect you, I won't let you out of my sight, I promise."

His brow furrowed, pulling back slightly. "You'll protect me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Killing people is easy. Making them suffer is an art.

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