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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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"I'm ready." Steve replied, nodding before looking at the scientist.

Tasha nods to Steve, putting her gun to the scientist's temple. "Reverse it. Injection. Now."

The Scientist does what she demands, but he's smirking at her when he does, muttering in Russian loud enough for only her to hear. "I was correct about you, Natalia. You are not worthy of this kind of responsibility if you would throw everything you are away for one little man."

Good God, she wants to shoot him in the head. Not because he's wrong, but because he's right and that's....scary.

Steve watched with a frown, wondering what he had said.

She's not going to explain now. "I'll tell you later, just close your damn eyes let this asshole get you back to normal!" Normal isn't the right word, really, It's sort of mean.

OK, so she's a little bit stressed. Or...a lot.

Edited Date: 2012-07-16 11:29 am (UTC)

He stared at her for a moment before resting back against the backboard and closing his eyes with a deep breath.

"Do it." Natasha glares at the scientist, who knows his process is a bit different than the original formulation and administration device. He smirks, chuckling under his breath before he replies in Russian. "As you wish."

Steve glanced at her through the small pane of glass before closing his eyes as the machine started. After a few moments, he screwed his face up, the pain that was rising in him starting to become obviously more severe than the first experiment.

Tasha notices the look on Steve's face. She's never seen this done before obviously. Her gun is pressed against the scientists temple a heartbeat later. "What's happening in there?"

The scientist, again, laughs. "Did I forget to tell you how much it hurts?" He asks her in mocking broken English.

Steves face screwed up even more before he started to cry out, his whole entire body becoming rigid.

She's been witness to shutting a machine that's doing something to Steve not working when it was shut down too soon. Even so, Natasha moves closer to the machine, her eyes darting between the scientist and Steve. Her gun never moves from the scientist, though.

"You're gonna be OK." She says so softly that no one will be able to hear her, even Steve. She has to be OK. He's Captain America, for God's sake. No...that's not why. She needs him to be himself again.

Two minutes until they get swarmed with Red Room henchmen, by the way.

Steves cries increased in volume even as the machine slowed to a stop. The doors opened and Steve fell out to the floor.

She reaches out to catch him, which, depending on if this worked or not could get her half crushed.

The process had worked, a little more than the first experiment, and he fell heavily into her, unconscious for the moment.

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.