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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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Steves brow furrowed as she explained it, wondering if he understood it right.

"It'll help, I promise." She takes it from him for a quick demonstration of how an inhaler works then passes it back. "The pills work to suppress the reaction before it even happens. The inhaler is for emergencies."

Steve looked at them before nodding. "Okay. Hope they stop it from getting in the way of things."

"if you have a problem fall back and stay hidden. There's lots of places to hide here if I remember it correctly." Oh, damn it. That was probably too much information.

"If you remember... you've been there?"

Tasha looks down, clearly uncomfortable talking about this but she'll push through, for him. "Remember when I mentioned the things I'd done...how I wasn't aware of a lot of it?"

"Yeah, I remember..." He replied, brow furrowed as he ducked his head and tried to look into her eyes.

"There was a program." Natasha pushes through, nervously flexing her fingers in and out of fists. "When I was younger. They adopted little girls who didn't have parents anymore, trained them, used them. They called it the Black Widow program. I was one of the first." She sighs, clearly nervous saying this out loud. She won't be telling him everything, just enough that he knows that she knows this is the right place to look. When she's done being uncomfortable, of course.

Steves lips parted, looking at her as she spoke. Trying to take it all in.

"Are you going to eb okay going back there? We don't have to if you're not..."

"You won't be OK if I don't go back there." It's as simply as that, really. "But, I didn't exactly leave on good terms. There could be trouble but I'll handle it."

"We'll both handle it."

She's been trying to get him to be brave, but not even when he has his ability would Natasha let Steve
anywhere near the Red Room people. "I'll handle it." She repeats firmly.

Steve looked down slightly. " I can sill do something..."

She doesn't want Steve to see her do the things she may have to do. She won't kill anyone unless she has to but lets face it, it's probable. "You just need to be there, Steve. if this works, I'll need Captain America's help to get us out in one piece because these people will not be happy with us using their stuff."

"I need to do something to help....."

"Alright, fine." Natasha yields, though she has every intention of somehow making sure Steve won't see her 'working'. e thinks she's a good person and the things she may have to do soon good people simply do not do.

Steve looked at her and nodded slowly, drawing in a deep breath.

She does her best to keep them both calm for the rest of the trip. It's not easy but she manages and soon they're cleared for landing not far from the aforementioned 'Red Room'.

Natasha is clearly nervous about this, but she puts on a businesslike face and presses on. "Home, sweet home." She says bitterly with a very thick Russian accent.

Steve could tell she was nervous and he reached out to hold her hand, momentarily squeezing it before letting go.

She's trying to get into deadly assassin girl mode here, Steve. Even so Natasha appreciated the gesture, going so far as to grab for his hand again before they get off the plane. "Thank you for being brave." She swallows back her fears and lets go of his hand before stepping off the plane. She has to play this perfectly.

A small smile curled at the edge of his lips as she grabbed his hand again. Steve looked at her and smiled before following her off of the plane.

Natasha closes her eyes, praying he'll forgive her for what she's about to do. She couldn't explain it to him before hand, Tasha knows Steve isn't an actor like she is and his reaction has to be flawless.

A trio of men approach her, eyeing her before they look at Steve. Words are exchanged in quick, no nonsense Russian before Natasha looks back at Steve, switching to English for just two words laced with a harsh Russian accent. "Captain America."

Then the largest of the three men steps forward, moving past Natasha to come to Steve to take him into custody. Sorry,Steve but you're her only bargaining chip to get inside and gain the Red Rooms trust again. It's a... necessary risk.

OOC: Good lord, I am so sorry, Steve! >.>

Steves eyes widen as the man grabbed him. He looked at Natasha, trying badly to pull away from the man. "Natasha?" he asked, a look of disbelief and confusion on his face.

[ooc: sorry about short reply. only think i could manage this morning before we leave. See you soon!]

She meets his eyes for a second, wishing she could tell him everything about this plan to get them both inside, keep them safe, and get them both near enough to the Red Rooms rumored equipment. It's complicated and something she never thought she'd have to let Steve see her do but she can't say anything. Instead her expression softens just long enough to plead 'trust me' before they're both escorted inside, Tasha as an ally and Steve as, well, a prisoner.

Tasha hopes he can forgive her later for doing this to him.

(OOC: HAVE FUN, BB! And no worries, I threw you a curve ball finally <3 *grins* )

Steves eyes ooked at her as if begging her to make them let him go. He had no idea why she was doing this and Steve felt something tug inside him, making him feel something he had never thought he'd feel because of her. Hurt and betrayal.

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