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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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Oh...shit.

The Scientist takes the opportunity to slam his hand against an alarm, sending sirens and red light calling the Red Room goons that much quicker.

"Steve." OK, this is not how she wanted this to go. "Steve. Wake up, c'mon. We need to go." She struggles to try and get out from under him.

"Natasha..." he murmured, his eyes blinking slowly open.

"Steve!" You're kinda crushing her here, Cap. She wiggles, trying to push him off her. "C'mon baby, we gotta move. Get up."

Yeah, she totally let that 'baby' slip out without realizing it. Nothing like adding awkward to a life and death situation, is there?

Steve shifted and slowly looked at her with half open eyes. "Baby?" He murmured before slowly moving to get up.

"Uh..." Tasha blinks, realizing what she just said. She slides her way out from underneath him when he gets up. "Yes?" Not like she can pretend she didn't say it now.

"Get your shield...um..."

Oh, my God. Why did she just say that?

"Steve."

HE looked at her and nodded slowly before making his way over to and picking up his shield.

He'll need clothes, too. Not like what we was wearing survived the process well. "Uniform." She goes into business mode again, moving towards the hallway that a bunch of Red Room men are running down to reach them.

"Right on schedule." She mutters as she starts firing.

Steve looked down, seeing that he was barely wearing anything before quickly putting on his uniform.

"Little help here, Cap!" Natasha's in over her head, taking heavy fire she may not be able to dodge.

She royally screwed the Red Room over before she defected to America. It's perhaps legendary in some circles. They want her dead. Hell, there's probably a nice fat stack of rubles for whoever takes her down.

Steve pulled on his cowl before picking up his shield again and moving over to the door. He glanced out before throwing his shield and hitting several attackers before catching it again.

That doesn't stop a bullet from grazing her arm. It's nothing serious but enough to makes her cry out in pain and nearly drop her gun. "We need to move!" She tries to fall back, clutching her bleeding arm after she tosses some of those shiny toys on her wrist that electrocute anyone who gets near them down the hallway.

Steve moved forward to throw his shield again, trying to take any attention she was getting away from her so that she could fall back. Not wanting her to get hurt even more.

They don't want Captain America. Their quarrel is with the The Black Widow.

Her arm is bleeding enough to soak through her glove and pour over her fingers. It burns so much but she doesn't stop falling back. "STEVE! COME ON!"

"I'm coming!" He replied, backing up as held up his shield to deflect any bullets.

She keeps behind him, a powerful desire to just blow this whole damned building to a pile of rubble very strong. Natasha had mentioned the red in her ledger she wants to wipe away. Most assume she means the trails of bodies The Black Widow left in her specific skill set wake, but that isn't all it is.

She wants the Red Room wiped out. Permanently.

But it seems she'll have to deal with that another time.

"Plane." She gasps as they get outside, pulling her hand away from her arm just long enough to let more blood seep it's way out. "We need to get to the plane."

Steve glanced at her, swallowing as he saw the blood. He knew she wasn't going to like it, but Steve didn't want to risk her life, so he moved and picked her up in his arms before running as fast as he could to the plane.

Right now, she doesn't care. This entire experience has been so hard on both of them Natasha doesn't have the energy to protest the white knight act. She'll give him hell for it later.

Or she'll remember it as the one of times someone showed her they really truly cared about her on a level she never thought anyone could. Coulson had done it, hell even Barton's made a grand gesture or two but this is different.

He hardly knows her compared to the way Phil did and Clint does, and yet Steve walked into her own private definition of hell, and even after she seemed to sell him out he's....saving her.

That blows her mind.

Steve continued to run, stray bullets grazing his leg but he didn't let it faze him.

When they're close enough to the plane for her wiggle free, she tries to. She hasn't noticed he's been injured yet.

"Not till we get on the plane..."

"But..." She protests weakly, noticing her blood's getting on his uniform from the way he's holding her.

Natasha knows Steve's in his element now. Protector, fighter, hero. She should just let him do his thing and not worry.

But she can't. Part of her wonders what is so special about a chemical that it can turn Steve Rogers from the fearful little guy he was at the start of this mess, into the man holding her and shielding her from bullets now?

Are they even really the same person?

She doesn't want to think about it.

When it concerned her and her safety, Steve would go up against anything to make sure she was alright. Once they were on the plane, he put her gently down in a seat, shutting the door tight before kneeling infront of her. "How bad is it?"

Tasha shakes her head, keeping her arm clamped over the wound. It's only bleeding so much because of adrenaline. "I'm fine." She nods, finally having a moment to look him over. He's the ways he was when she first met him, physically, but those fears of the core traits that made him the perfect super solider candidate being lost somehow if the serum is gone are still nagging her.

"How are you?" She can't move her damaged arm or the one holding the wound, so she leans her forehead against his. "Everything how it should be?"

"As far as I can tell." Steve replied, closing his eyes as he rested his head against hers. Unsure of whether everything was how it should be.

It's not, she's sure of it, but he's here, and she's here and that's what matters in the end. Natasha lifts her chin, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Welcome back, Cap. I missed you."

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